Gods killing people was never a small matter in the land of the Lost. Especially the power that erupted in an instant and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Mages who had reached a certain level would be able to detect it, and then most people wouldn't be able to sleep that night.
Before figuring out why such a thing happened, how many people could fall asleep peacefully and sleep soundly?
Gods killing people was a warning. If they did this on their own initiative, it meant that there would be a second, a third, and even an infinite number of them. Even the churches and military forces under their command would act at the same time. It wasn't impossible for it to turn into a holy war in the name of religion.
If God killed people passively, then who was the one who died? Why did they die? Many questions and hypotheses seemed to only make the problem more and more complicated, and then everyone couldn't sleep.
But among the people who couldn't sleep, it was obvious that a certain skilled and bold Lich was not included. She was quite familiar with the outburst of Divine Power. But the point was that the Divine Power was very unfamiliar to her. It wasn't the group of people she had spent so much effort to hunt down. Since it wasn't them, of course she would sleep and do whatever she needed to do. She had no grudge against those new Gods.
Under the guidance of the one-eyed girl, the group found an inn that rented out a small courtyard. There weren't many such inns, and they mainly served caravans with carriages and horses. This was the second time a certain someone had stayed in such an inn with its own courtyard. The first time, he didn't feel anything, but this time, he had a strong sense of deja vu. It was very much like the motel motels on Earth.
But he hadn't been able to lie on the bed for a while. Once he saw the simple but comfortable room, he surrendered. He fell into bed and didn't plan to get up at all. Unfortunately, a certain Lich was too busy making trouble and couldn't let him sleep well.
Moreover, this night was quite restless.
There were more than two groups of people who were causing trouble, or wanted to cause trouble. In the past, when he encountered assassinations, there was always a moment when the knife would see red. In this regard, a certain someone set up unreasonable protection rules. When he was awake, he would use the Flash Spell to randomly teleport himself to another place, far away from danger. If he fell asleep, he would randomly teleport others, also far away from danger.
However, this was one of the mages' main camps. Although non-mages made up the majority of the population, purely in terms of numbers, there were more mages here than in some small countries. Perhaps the Enchanter's main strategy was the same as the Berserker's, but that didn't mean they didn't have other tricks up their sleeves.
Curses were not exclusive to just a few people.
Using evil spirits to cast curses could be said to be the most common type. As long as you were like a stalker and planned to follow behind someone to cause trouble, don't forget that there was a Lich here, the ancestor of the undead, standing at the top of the undead race. Everything that Fen saw was stuffed into the ordinary oil lamp.
The material of the oil lamp was quite ordinary. It was just something that someone had casually used to make up the numbers. However, the flame of the lamp was an inextinguishable flame, a magical flame that used souls as fuel. This was one of the most famous spells in the Mystic Lands, yet it was rediscovered by the creator of this spell.
According to the Lich, this magic was not picky. It could burn any soul that you put in it. And as long as she didn't actively release it, the soul that was used as fuel couldn't escape until it was completely burned out.
Some of the more advanced evil spirits could invade other people's dreams and attack from the soul level …
In the dream, faced with the "evil guests," the fat otaku chose Freddy, the most talkative person in history, and the chuunibyou incarnation chose Jason, who had a good habit of chopping anyone he saw and didn't like to talk nonsense. The two evil spirits taught these evil spirits in the Mystic Lands how to be ghosts. Not by howling, not by cruelty, but by constantly reviving on the spot and letting the other ghosts kill them until they couldn't stand it and collapsed first.
"These small fries are really weak." Sliding his finger across the round nun's hat, the fat otaku incarnation licked the sharp finger knife and looked at himself with satisfaction, who was wearing a red and green striped sweater and was thin and said, "Actually, I'm quite stylish when I'm thin. Don't you think so, Sadako?"
A traditional 29-inch TV next to them was suddenly turned on. In the black and white picture was a violent loli in a white robe. She slammed the TV screen from the inside and shouted, "I'm not Sadako. Let me out of here, I'm going to bite you to death!"
"Oh, how can Sadako not climb out of the TV? You're really useless." With that, the fat otaku took a note and stuck it on the TV, which said, "My Sadako is really f * cking useless."
At this time, the chuunibyou incarnation that looked like Jason, who had just chopped an evil spirit in half, came to the side and asked, "What does that f * cking mean?"
"Well, what the f * ck?"
"You better think that's the word."
Using the finger knife to flick the round nun's hat, the fat otaku said pretentiously, "You're not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish?" But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear any complaints. Only then did he notice that Jason and the violent loli on the TV were standing quietly, silently watching him perform a one-man show. "Hey, how can you be so cruel, leaving me alone to play the monkey show?"
"Isn't my character set like this? Quietly chopping the protagonists to death. "This was said by a burly man wearing a hockey mask.
"Let me out, let me bite you to death. Or you can be more straightforward and just kill me. Either one is fine, hurry up and decide, don't talk nonsense. "This was said by the loli on the TV who sometimes gnashed her teeth and sometimes showed a helpless expression.
In reality, the man who seemed to be able to deal with curses of various levels very well still fell for it in the end. This also proved the diversity of magic, and it was still possible to find something that someone didn't consider thoroughly. Just like firewalls and hackers, there were all kinds of love and hate stories.
And the threat that someone had always ignored was "disease," or "epidemic."
Since transmigrating to the mysterious land, the man who hadn't been sick yet almost thought that he was going to lose his chance to be sick. Before transmigrating, as a fat otaku, he was constantly sick, not to mention some chronic diseases. It could be said that other than the place where he worked and the place where he bought all kinds of video games and anime, the place that someone went to the most was the hospital.
However, the mysterious land was a place with good mountains, good water, and good air, which meant that everything he ate, drank, and breathed was extremely healthy. It was completely different from the time before transmigrating, when all kinds of chemical compounds had trained human beings to be immune to all kinds of poisons.
Coupled with the pressure brought by the cruel nature, someone didn't dare to slack off on his physical training except for the time when he lived in a certain Magic Tower. In other words, apart from the infections caused by various external injuries and fevers, someone didn't catch a severe cold and lie in bed for several days because he forgot to cover his stomach when he slept.
However, such a healthy body was still found by illness in the end.
When he woke up early in the morning, he felt dizzy and hot, which he hadn't felt in a long time. For a moment, he thought that it was because he had gone too far last night. After all, the weather was probably in late spring or early summer, and the wind at night was still a little cold. But last night, it was sunny and the windows were open. Could it be that he caught a cold?
After sneezing so hard that snot almost reached his mouth, he finally believed that he was really sick.
At this time, of course, he had to find the culprit and ask for an explanation … He had to find the kind-hearted Lich to cure him. After all, whether it was the regenerating of broken limbs or resurrecting the dead, the Lich was quite good at all of them. If he could do those things, small things like curing diseases shouldn't be a big problem.
Curing diseases really wasn't a big problem for the Lich. The problem was that the Lich, who had recently reconstructed his body from the level of DNA, was most interested in what NA and what cells were.
When someone was sick, he was like a lab rat sent to the door, the best research and experimental subject. With such a good target, if he didn't dissect it, it would be a shame to the name "Lich."
However, technology had to keep up with the times. Using a knife to cut people into pieces was no longer in line with the values of the Lich. Fen was now drawing blood, sampling, and doing all kinds of tests. Even a certain transmigrator who often went to the hospital before transmigrating couldn't understand what Fen was doing now.
In short, a certain person wrapped in a large quilt, sneezing, shivering from the cold, and coughing from time to time, was seriously listening to the diagnosis from a certain former Demon King. Although that person seemed to be talking about the Arabian Nights, the listener didn't dare to believe it.
"Achoo! So what did you say? Say it again? " Lin rubbed his nose that had turned red because he kept blowing his nose. He wondered if it was because of his illness that he had problems with his hearing.
"I said, you're not sick."
"Achoo! I'm not sick? "Lin didn't know whether it was because he was excited or because he had a fever, but his face started to turn red.
"Although I really want to help you find the cause of your illness and cure you. But if you're really not sick, then there's nothing I can do. I don't have a medical doctor to treat healthy people, unless you also approve of my reincarnation treatment. There's nothing that can't be solved by reincarnation. "
He coughed as if he was about to cough out his lungs. After he calmed down, Lin looked weakly at the Lich that he once relied on and asked, "If this isn't an illness, then what is it?"
Fen thought for a while before she made up her mind and said, "I have a guess, but I don't have proof yet."
"What guess?"
"Could this be a curse, and not an illness caused by a virus or bacteria?"
"Curse! Achoo! " A certain person, who sneezed loudly, remembered that there was indeed a God of Plague among the gods in the mysterious land. A Lesser God, one of the subordinate gods of the Lord of the Underworld.
Among the gods in the system, there were those who worshipped and those who respected. Those who worshipped could be classified as cults; those who respected and offered sacrifices were a bit like paying protection fees. I respect you, but please don't come looking for me.
Therefore, cursing others to get sick was also within the scope of the God of Plague's business. However, Lin didn't expect that there would be such a phenomenon where the body was clearly healthy but showing symptoms of illness. It seemed that someone's understanding of the unreasonable nature of magic had been refreshed.
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