Chapter 60 Slave Traders?
In this tranquil flow of time, the most beautiful of all living beings—The World—opened her eyes wide.
"Oh, Gimora lost again… It\'s Liora! She\'s amazing!"
"Well, Liora is definitely exceptional. When Zephyr gave her the Angel\'s Factor skill, I thought it was over."
"That skill isn\'t something a human should be able to use. To endure the soul\'s pain and raise the skill to level 20 or above… that\'s incredible!"
"She\'s managed to adapt through this achievement, and now there\'s no more damage to her soul, but… is it really okay?"
"What\'s wrong?"
The World tilted her head in confusion, and The Life, the other goddess, almost let her lips curl into a smile.
Despite being the best in bed, The World was the most carefree and absentminded during normal times.
Many were charmed by such a contrast in her personality.
All the goddesses had deep gratitude towards The World. Though they held feelings of affection, their concern for her was far greater.
"Angel\'s Factor is connected to the Sephirot, right? When wisdom and life combine, shouldn\'t something happen?"
"Will something happen?"
"Like obtaining a power close to that of a god? Humans often say things like that."
"Hmm, I don\'t think so. The skill system was created to help out because only the Demon King could use magic. After all, divine power isn\'t something you can obtain through talent or effort."
At one point, the goddesses had suddenly come into existence.
There was nothing besides themselves—no heaven, no earth, just themselves. And hunger. There was no way to satisfy it, so the goddesses were forced to spend billions of years in an empty space.
The only sustenance they had was…
Because of that time, none of the goddesses could refuse The World\'s leadership. She had always been willing to sacrifice herself without hesitation.
Divine power… is something obtained through time.
It is a realm unreachable for beings with finite lifespans. Anyone could wield godlike power with enough time, but no living creature could endure that length of time.
The Life, sighed.
"Humans and the world itself are so unreasonable. They steal our power without asking, grow on their own like parasites, and then come to us for salvation when things go wrong. If something happens, it\'s all our fault. We can\'t even get rid of them all, so we just watch and enjoy it as entertainment."
"But I actually like them."
"You\'re the strange one for leaving the Demon King bug as it is. You should have erased it long ago. Humans are smart enough to reset a game when it breaks due to a bug, or remove a diseased part when they fall ill."
The concept of goddess, "The world" was, in essence, a parasite. The current situation, where that parasite spread a disease, was what the Demon King bug represented.
To the goddesses, that disease was nothing but harmful.
"Humans are so irritating. They rely on us without permission, and when we refuse, they get furious."
"They can\'t help it because they were never taught. Humans can\'t pay the price for such knowledge."
"That\'s their problem, not ours."
"You\'re so cute when you\'re mad, Life-chan."
"Wha—! Ugh, you\'re the one they\'re badmouthing!"
The Life stood up from the bed and summoned a monitor, glaring at the messages displayed: "Terrible management," "The game\'s balance is the worst," "The devs should die."
With a dark expression, The Life muttered.
"Maybe I should seriously die. If we weren\'t around, they\'d just suffer in hunger and despair. Let them starve in soul-hunger too!"
"Come on now. The internet is always like this, you know."
"Why are you more familiar with internet culture than I am?"
"…Fufu."
The World closed her eyes.
"They\'ve captured the First Field. If things keep going this way, humanity will be cornered and lose. Zephyr boy will have to work harder. Though it\'s going to be tough on him."
"This world will be destroyed by the Demon King in a hundred years anyway. There\'s no need to worry."
"I wonder if Zephyr will use God Manifestation. I\'m worried… Even though he\'s contracted with an angel, it would\'ve been impossible as just a dark spirit. At least his skill should feel god-like."
"Does that skill really have the power of a god?"
"Not really. But it carries the authority of my approval, like a divine relic."
The Life\'s mood visibly soured.
Her cool face now slightly puffed, showing her displeasure.
The reason was obvious—The World was far too partial to Zephyr, Liora, watching her sulk, The World found it adorable and smiled.
She flopped down onto the bed, extending one white arm, and patted it with her other hand.
"Come. You can sleep here, Life."
"Huh, ah, um… Can I cuddle you while we sleep?"
"Sure, but… let\'s take off our clothes. They\'re in the way."
The life\'s flawless beauty turned bright red, and she nodded repeatedly, hurriedly unbuttoning her clothes.
The World, glanced sideways at the Liora\'s world.
"Sorry about this."
No one knew whom she apologized to.
Her attention quickly returned to the shy girl undressing beside her.
***
Three real days have passed since we defeated the second field boss, Gimora, the Wandering Knight.
It seems the third wave will arrive the day after tomorrow.
Our *Independent Alliance* members are all doing as they please.
The atmosphere after the battle was terrible.
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Even Jack-Jack was bewildered, saying, "What exactly is Lady Liora?" Meme\'s face was frozen in horror as she muttered, "Scary. How is she still alive? How can anyone live without a head?" Hilda stood silently, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.
As for the players, Zerotape has been too scared to show up.
The sight of Liora\'s decapitated head still talking was apparently quite a horror show for them.
That was the effect of the [Angel\'s Wing II] Art, a skill granted by the [Angel\'s Factor]. It converts critical damage into regular damage.
Essentially, even if her head is severed, it\'s the same as losing an arm. While under the effects of [Angel\'s Wing Iau], Liora won\'t be stopped unless her HP is completely depleted, whether she loses her head or her heart is crushed.
A truly rampaging little girl.
Since the battle, we\'ve been focused on leveling up, gathering equipment, and collecting materials.
Tanaka, a fellow clan member, has been enjoying *PHO* as an MMO to its fullest, forming impromptu parties with others and having fun.
Hilda, who has a contract with Tanaka, must be having a hard time.
Zerotape has headed back to the first field, needing to assist his fellow Dwarves as a wielder of a sacred artifact.
Ribbit has finally unlocked the third field and is already heading toward his sworn enemy. There\'s likely to be a raid battle at least once, but not right away.
We are currently in a period of complete stagnation.
"Well done, Liora. You\'ve now mastered basic arithmetic."
"Yes! Thank you, God! It\'s amazing that I can understand numbers now!"
Liora, overjoyed, hugs the elementary-level math workbook I purchased using real money. The person who created this workbook would be moved to tears if they saw this scene.
It\'s like witnessing a priest who\'s been bestowed a divine relic.
It\'s rare to see a child so delighted by a math workbook.
When I first received a workbook like this, I felt like I had been given a high-level doodle pad. It was a challenge to see how I could naturally transform the rows of numbers and letters into illustrations.
Currently, we are riding in a carriage.
We\'re traveling along the road in the third field. Despite its medieval setting, the road is impressively paved—likely maintained by magic. It\'s quite well done.
Normally, we\'d be zooming by on Samurai, but right now we\'re on a quest to escort someone down this road.
"Liora, my lady, are you truly not willing to sell that elegant and unique book of yours? It could fetch a fortune. If it gets damaged, it would be a disaster, so better to sell it now."
"I\'m not selling it. This is a sacred book of wisdom, bestowed upon me by God."
"God?"
The person addressing Liora is a rotund human sitting in the same carriage. He appears to be a merchant.
He is one of the clients who hired Liora for this escort mission.
It\'s a typical escort request.
For someone of Liora\'s A-rank adventurer status, it\'s a somewhat dull assignment. In fact, there\'s been no sign of monsters or bandits, allowing us the luxury of holding study sessions inside the carriage.
Well, that\'s thanks to Samurai, who is keeping watch outside. Hooray for the [Sonic] skill.
We don\'t slack off during our jobs. We\'ve had to defeat a few stray monsters that wandered onto the road. But with Liora in top form, there\'s no way she\'d lose to any weaklings.
Her level has also increased since we defeated Gimora. Although the experience gain was more modest compared to the battle against Helmut, it was still a net positive for us.
Compared to Samurai, riding in a regular carriage is almost boring.
Samurai\'s horse form boasts a speed stat of over 500, allowing us to cover what would normally be a day\'s journey in just a few hours.
As we ride for several hours, night begins to fall outside the window.
It\'s been a long ride.
For most players, long travel times like this are a cue to log out. In the real world, the journey takes seven hours, but in *PHO* time (which runs at triple speed), it\'s over in just two hours.
In-game travel is fun at first, but after a while, it becomes tedious. Open-world games are exciting initially, but before long, you find yourself relying heavily on fast travel, which takes away from the experience.
In fact, there are many calls for fast travel to be implemented in this game as well.
The rotund merchant signals the driver to stop the carriage.
"It\'s time to camp for the night, Lady Liora. There are other guards hired by the merchant guild, so it would be best for you to rest early. Escort missions can be quite taxing, even for a A-rank adventurer like yourself."
"Understood."
"Shall we prepare dinner?"
The merchants deftly begin preparing food. A quick [Appraisal] reveals that, only Liora\'s portion has been laced with poison. Just as the Adventurer\'s Guild had warned, these guys are shady.
They\'re black-market slave traders.