Chapter 93: Chapter 79: Achieve Fame in a Single Battle

"Aaaah!!"

...

The moment Isaac’s voice fell, chaotic sounds erupted from the Adventurers below. The corners of Isaac’s mouth tilted up slightly, and Harmon cackled with even greater excitement.

Remington looked over curiously, but his pupils immediately constricted. He froze in place!

Because at that moment, the Adventurers below had descended into a chaotic, monstrous frenzy!

Some had transformed into dense masses of humanoid flesh tendrils, each tendril bearing its own mouth!

One man’s right hand had become a snake’s head and his left a dog’s head. They worked together to bite through his own neck. The severed head then sprouted legs and began scurrying across the ground in terror!

Rats erupted one after another from another person’s body. He collapsed listlessly to the ground, deflating as more and more rats crawled out of him!

From another’s mouth, a bundle of tentacles suddenly shot out, wrapping tightly around him and crushing his body bit by bit!

One even sprouted hair all over his body, his muscles bulging dramatically. In an instant, his upper body had turned into a Werewolf, and his lower body into a fish’s head—an exceptionally terrifying sight!

And these were only the scenes Remington could roughly describe with words. Many more abstract and sinister transformations were taking place!

"Th-th-th... All of this... was... your... doing?" Remington turned his head stiffly toward Isaac, asking with a stammer as he trembled uncontrollably and took a few steps back.

*SWOOSH*

Philo also descended from the sky and landed nearby. The Demon God Armor on her face retracted, revealing her shocked expression. She covered her mouth slightly, staring at Isaac in disbelief. ’Is this his Witchcraft?’

It wasn’t just Philo. Angel also emerged from a black hole, one hand covering her mouth as if trying not to vomit, the other tightly clutching her Magic Book. She looked at Isaac with a complicated expression.

’This guy... he’s even more terrifying than I imagined!’

’Is it really worth betting the future on him?’

Even the Evil Spirit behind Angel was sizing Isaac up with a look of astonishment, as if trying to determine if one of its colleagues had been reincarnated or had possessed a human. Compared to Isaac’s Magic, the corrupted goblins it had created seemed downright normal!

’A true master!’

Facing everyone’s complicated expressions, Isaac offered no explanation. He simply smiled faintly and said nonchalantly, "It was just a Small Spell. It seems the fighting hasn’t ended elsewhere. Shall we go snatch another?"

Isaac glanced in the directions where the other three Divine Lamps had descended. Battles were still raging in two of those locations, and the intensity seemed to be quite high.

Philo didn’t even look, just shaking her head. "According to our agreement, if fewer than four Divine Lamps descend during the first wave, we can only seize one. This round’s spoils have already been decided. We should be able to get more next time."

After speaking, Philo cast a complicated glance at the scene below, which resembled Hell...

’No, compared to this, Hell seems far too benevolent!’

’At least the evil of Hell is simple, an evil within the scope of human understanding. It’s completely different from Isaac’s Magic...’

After a while, the wails from below gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of squirming. In a thick pool of blood, indescribable chunks of flesh writhed ceaselessly.

The other Adventurers, those who hadn’t participated in the fight for the Divine Lamp and had stayed obediently in their rooms, stared blankly at their "squirming" "friends" in the pool of blood, forgetting even to wipe the bile from the corners of their mouths.

But among them, the ones who suffered the most severe mental shock were the owners of the nearby taverns!

The reason was simple. Although this world had Adventurers, there was no large, convenient organization like an Adventurer’s Guild, nor would anyone allow one to exist. Thus, Adventurers in various places were generally affiliated with taverns, where they also accepted quests.

Because of this, taverns effectively functioned as an Adventurer’s Association, responsible for receiving various quests and assigning them to Adventurers, taking a certain fee in the process.

And where there was profit, there was naturally competition—competing for Adventurers, which was also competing for quest resources. Use quest resources to attract more Adventurers, and use more and stronger Adventurers to attract more quest resources. It was a rather cruel cycle of competition.

During this process, a type of Magic Item called an Adventurer’s Roster came into being. It could intuitively display the registered Level and quest history of the Adventurers affiliated with a tavern, making it easier for taverns to compete for quest resources.

And this roster had another function—confirming the life status of the Adventurers!

Normally, this was an excellent feature, often helping tavern owners know in real-time which Adventurers they actually had at their disposal. But at this moment, the tavern owners wished they didn’t have this ability at all!

Because, on the Adventurer’s Rosters, they discovered to their horror that even though ninety percent of the Adventurers had been turned into meat paste in the bloody battle, with a thick slurry of blood flowing on the ground, but!

The rosters clearly recorded that most of the Adventurers were... still alive.

After repeatedly confirming that the information on the rosters was correct, the owners dazedly turned their heads to look at the still-writhing meat paste outside...

"BLEAAGH!!!!"

For a moment, waves of bile were wretched up again, mixing with the previous filth to produce an indescribable stench. Unfortunately, no one was in a state to care...

Someone even managed to choke out, "Fuck! They’re not dead... BLEAAGH!!!"...

The other pale-faced Adventurers couldn’t help but focus their attention on it, and then...

Another chorus of retching rose and fell!

"We have what we came for. Let’s go back," Philo said, her face pale and her voice trembling slightly as she covered her mouth.

"Mm." Isaac, on the other hand, nodded with a perfectly normal expression. ’I saw scenes like this all the time when I was conducting experiments. Although I never used humanoid creatures... it seems I’m immune to it now?’

’In any case, I don’t feel anything. I even feel like going down to scoop up a few chunks of meat paste to take back for research.’

But Isaac glanced at the faintly greenish complexions of the other three, then looked regretfully at the meat paste below. He nodded and recalled Harmon.

"Kekeke~" Upon receiving Isaac’s command, Harmon smacked its lips, still wanting more. Its purple tongue licked its palm in a full circle. ’Unleashing magic with my full power... what an unfamiliar feeling. It really makes a claw nostalgic~’

Though reluctant, it had to obey Isaac’s order and retracted back into his body.

"Tsk." After recalling Harmon, Isaac cracked his slightly sore neck. ’This is the one downside of a Divine Hand Magic Pet. Casting high-powered magic always leaves my neck feeling sore. It makes me feel like I’m going to develop a cervical spine disease...’

In contrast to their grand arrival, where each had shown off their unique means of travel, their return was much simpler. They all boarded Isaac’s pumpkin carriage...

There was no helping it. The other three were not in good shape, especially Remington, who felt like his whole body had gone limp. Making him run all the way back would have been quite an ordeal.

Besides, his pumpkin carriage was more than big enough. It could easily hold five people. There were four seats inside and room for two on the driver’s bench, leaving one spot to spare.

Before long, Isaac had dropped the three of them off where they were staying and then drove the carriage back to the Veterans Tavern alone. Along the way, he was met with nothing but awe and fear.

Philis Town wasn’t large, and information spread quickly among the Adventurers. While not as fast as the internet of his previous life, it wasn’t much slower. So, by the time Isaac was driving Philo and the others home in his pumpkin carriage, the tale of his horrifying battle had already spread completely.

Some quick-handed artists had even, based on the fragmented and incoherent descriptions, hastily drawn a silhouette: a Wizard standing on a rooftop with his arms outstretched, a terrifying Demon Claw with a single eye and mouth extending from the back of his head, casting a supremely evil Witchcraft that turned the mortal realm into an unspeakable... an unspeakable scene!

This exaggerated efficiency of information dissemination meant that the moment Isaac’s pumpkin carriage stopped in front of the Veterans Tavern, everyone inside fell silent, as if a mute button had been pressed...

Isaac walked into the Veterans Tavern and glanced in surprise at the silent crowd. Everywhere his gaze passed, people lowered their heads, daring not to meet his eyes. They didn’t speak or even dare to get up and leave until Isaac had gone up to the second floor. Only after waiting a long time did they cautiously exit the tavern and then break into a frantic sprint!

It was as if Hell itself was at their backs!