Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 761 - 560 ’Old Age Striking King’s Fist

Chapter 761: Chapter 560 ’Old Age Striking King’s Fist

Hill and "Chattering" watched "Magic Sword" joyfully heading towards the Levitation Disc.

"Chattering" sighed and said to himself, "Baldy, brother, I’ve done my best. If Black Rose gets on the hot search again because of him, they can’t blame me."

Hill looked bewildered as he glanced at him, "Isn’t it just queuing with girls? Even if it’s a bit crowded, what’s the big deal?"

"They definitely won’t queue.

Activities like ogling handsome young men are way more fun when everyone is huddled together.

Generally speaking, more polite men would wait outside until the girls have had their fill of fun.

But Magic Sword will barrel through and shove all the young ladies aside to get in.

He is bound to be caught on video.

We, the Undead Tribe, have a forum, you know about it, don’t you Mr. Hill?

Mr. Adrian really likes to find something on there to amuse himself with lately.

Recently, they had this ’most’ selection, and our Black Rose got picked.

It was so humiliating to be rated as the family with the most straightforward men.

That guy Magic Sword is the main troublemaker.

We were initially surprised too, after all, there are quite a few girls in the family, and many couples. Why would we get such a rating?

Later we found out, it was all the fault of the Swordsman Squad led by Magic Sword.

Magic Sword is the Swordsman Captain! I have no idea how he picked his team members, but birds of a feather flock together to such an extent!"

"Chattering" said with a hint of desperation, "Mr. Hill would never understand how painful it is for guys like us who have normal needs and want to find a cute girlfriend, when we see the rows and rows of incidents posted by the girls.

Who would want to be represented by that kind of thing!

Now many girls refuse to interact with us the moment they see our family name.

Baldy gave me a very serious task before he left, to keep an eye on Magic Sword and not let him add more cases to that list.

But can normal people comprehend that creature?

In the family, he’s the only one shouting about wanting a female company every day, but when he actually meets one, his reaction is ’Don’t block my path; you’re impeding my swordsmanship!’"

Hill couldn’t help but burst into laughter, which drew a very aggrieved look from "Chattering", "Mr. Hill, for the Undead Tribe, being known as straightforward men is really a terrible reputation.

Even those who have no interest in flirting in another world don’t want to be mocked by women.

With the strength of Black Rose, we’ve had no skilled hands willing to join for a full three months!

Every time Baldy sees a Scattered One with decent skills and wants to invite them to join the family, he gets ruthlessly rejected.

Black Rose has never been in such a dire situation."

"Chattering" looked agonized, yet his fingers continued typing furiously, "I’m out of options.

I had to ask the Old Age Striking King to step in.

The moment he said he was going to squeeze in, I knew I couldn’t stop him.

So I sent a message to Baldy to bring back the Striking King.

Mr. Hill, the Striking King is not just all talk!

That trash Magic Sword? She can take on three of him at once!

If he has no shame, then so be it! But Black Rose cannot go down with him!

If we can’t recruit skilled men, at least we must find capable women!

Black Rose absolutely cannot fail to recruit anyone again.

Besides, there are always people who fall for the proud elder sister act."

He quickly glanced at Hill and hurriedly explained with a smile, "I mean, if the Striking King acts like a big sister and suppresses Magic Sword, everyone will know that Black Rose doesn’t care about the likes of him."

Hill silently nodded, feeling that the ’Old Age Striking King’ was likely aware of their little schemes.

But the lady is very proud and hates being looked down upon.

"Chattering" glanced at the big screen where the Undead comrades had already come to a consensus and started walking towards Deepwater City, "Mr. Hill, I have to take my leave too. Old Dog said that after the Undead start on the tasks in Deepwater City, we’ll need to start defending.

It’s very likely that the gangsters in Deepwater City will send strong attackers to infiltrate Agleya City.

Of course, Mr. Hill knows that, don’t you?

The residents of that large residential area might be Kind Alignment, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they have no connection to the gangs.

They’re just not particularly worried about you, with your strength and that Puzzle Lock to ensure no one dares to come in.

Their actions can’t really be considered betrayal; it’s just that when writing letters to relatives, the content gets a bit more detailed."

The things in the city that required secrecy wouldn’t be spoken of, just hinting at the existence of matters that couldn’t be disclosed.

However, our Divine Artifact’s ability to discern friend from foe is quite strong, and it has already identified these people.

This, we must thank Mr. Hill for allowing the Divine Artifact to activate all of its features within the territory.

Old Dog said that once they begin to enter Deepwater, we must start the relocation here.

Then, divide these people into different communities and arrange them in various corners of the city, making sure there is a small Magic Tower to guard nearby."

He looked up and smiled, "Mr. Hill must think we’re foolish.

The problematic people could simply stay near the Puzzle Lock to avoid any trouble.

We know Mayor Lynn wants to rehouse them at the edge of the old town, which is actually within the range of the Puzzle Lock.

But we must do this, reserving something to do for those who are left behind!"

Hill’s somewhat helpless smile followed, "Do as you please, just don’t impact ordinary people. If any problems arise, I will revoke your permissions."

"Rest assured, Mr. Hill!" Chattering happily, "I can guarantee the neighbors on their row are either problematic or capable.

In this world, there are many powerful hermits! All of them higher-level than us."

Hill didn’t wish to respond; he indeed knew that some powerhouses had settled here, and they, of course, were aware that Hill would recognize they were not ordinary people.

But their choice to live within Puzzle Lock meant they were willing to be discovered by Hill.

However, it seems that the God of Time and Space indeed unlocked many features of the Divine Artifact for Coron! Otherwise, the Artifact wouldn’t be able to accurately detect so much upon arriving in a new world.

In those smaller worlds before, it took a long time to achieve such precision.

Hill, having sent away someone from the Undead Tribe, sank into contemplation: why would the God of Time and Space trust Coron so much? It was akin to handing over one’s server source code to someone else, wasn’t it?

The only reason he could think of was William.

If the God of Time and Space didn’t do this, William might still insist on coming to Toril, and although the Divine Artifact had grown very powerful, there were times when uncertainties required consultation.

If the accumulated doubts became too much, it could potentially cause problems.

And a Divine Artifact so closely tied to Divinity and Laws could certainly not be controlled by someone without Divinity, no matter how trustworthy.

These were individuals deeply trusted by William, and with his temperament, he certainly wouldn’t sacrifice their souls to control the Divine Artifact, as any damage to their souls would bar them from entering the Divine Kingdom.

But the Divine Artifact was also essential to the God of Time and Space; if it were utterly destroyed, he might even lose Intermediate Divine Power.

William said he wanted to establish a more robust foundation for his deification in other worlds, but everyone had an idea what it was for.

His Divine Fire had long been kindled, with most Saral People having already elevated him to the altar.

The God of Time and Space was pulling the rug from under him! He seemed very reluctant for William to come to this world.

Hill stood up and went out to the balcony.

Looking at the Temple of Tyr, he couldn’t help but smile: it seemed nobody was foolish, one Tyr was enough.

Hill found a hidden spot on the balcony and quickly spied ’Magic Sword’ being dragged out of the tavern by the ears by a petite Striking King.

Although in Toril, priests could double as Holy Knights, seeing ’Magic Sword’ utterly incapable of resistance, not even able to free himself, Hill was quite surprised.

But he soon noticed that while the Striking King’s other hand seemed to punch aimlessly, the hits were actually precisely targeting ’Magic Sword’s’ joints, preventing him from reaching for the long sword at his waist.

The Undead Tribe, without weapons, couldn’t use their Skills, but the Striking King’s hand was emitting a white glow.

Hill’s eyes widened as he saw the cloth-wrapped fist: this girl had taken up the Profession of Divine Fist!

The greatest advantage of a Divine Fist user was the ability to use Divine Arts barehanded, and her greatest sacrifice was giving up weapons and heavy armor for the capacity to strike with bare fists: when attacking, Divine Fists can choose to employ a combination of punches, elbow strikes, knee thrusts, and kicks, dealing more damage than a typical unarmed assault.

This greater damage was clearly evident from the painful howls of ’Magic Sword.’ It must have hurt tremendously, considering the Undead Tribe’s reduced sense of pain!

The devout believers who created this Profession believed one’s body and mind were gifts from the gods, and that not fully exploiting these talents would be blasphemous.

Due to the Undead Tribe’s restriction of being unable to use Skills without weapons, she wore these gloves for show.

With steadfast faith and will, a Divine Fist also possesses an exceptionally robust physique, and Hill figured she might even compete in strength with behemoths.

He watched the small figure below with reverence.

Although also not lacking in strength himself, Hill had no interest in experiencing the pleasure of direct fist-to-flesh combat.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ was fighting while also casting the most basic Light Healing Spells on ’Magic Sword,’ ensuring the only harm he suffered was pain.

The onlooking girls were thrilled while the men shied away with some trepidation.

But there were indeed some boys whose eyes shone, watching the agile and verbally abusive beautiful Little Loli.

While ’Magic Sword’ appeared rather pitiable, Hill had already overheard the onlooking girls commenting.

He had indeed pushed his way directly through the girls, coming into direct contact with several of them.

Many of the girls were already picking up their Magic Wands, ready to take action.