Early in the morning of the second day since John and Troy begin their journey. They arrived in the village.
Village Hall, in the village chief's office.
"They left," the village chief said bluntly.
"Huh? They left, but why?" Troy asked.
Tina is a beautiful girl. She is a dark elf and the chief of this village. She is also the wielder of the Cross, one of the three magic swords that John created in Troy's commission.
Cross hangs on Tina's waist. It is an unremarkable-looking sword; its appearance is just that of a common sword you could find anywhere but don't underestimate it. Once all of its seals are released, shattering an entire city with a single blow is an easy feat.
Tina, the village chief, repeated calmly, "There is an important thing that needs their attention."
"He was already here," Troy said, pointing at me.
"There is nothing I can do. What do you expect me to do to stop them forcefully?" Tina said with a sigh, then apologized to me.
"I'm sorry. It looks like they left. I'm sorry for disrupting your peace," Troy turned his head to me and apologized.
"It can't be helped then. This is my first time in this village; do you mind if I look around before I leave?" I asked Tina.
"No problem," Tina said.
"Ok, it's settled then. I'll take my leave," Troy said, leaving.
I also followed suit while saying goodbye to Tina. After exiting Tina's office, Troy and I said goodbye. Troy headed to his workshop while I wandered around the village.
Coter Village. This is the name of the village. Coter Village is huge compared to a normal village. Calling it a small town is not an exaggeration. Around 5,000 people live here, and at least 5% of the village population are mages, while the rest are just normal people.
I walked aimlessly through the village. I looked around and saw children running, laughing, and having fun. In the corner, the elderly watched them with gentle smiles, enjoying the peace. Young adults were tending their fields while the adults helped them. A smile crept up on my face as I watched the peaceful scenery before me. I continued to wander, and during my walk, something caught my eye, it was a house.
It looked similar to the houses around me, but something was hidden within. I could feel a boundless space inside that house. According to my calculations, that space had a size of ???, and within that space were countless sub-spaces of the same size. Within those sub-spaces, there was yet another space, repeating endlessly to create an infinite cycle.
I wanted to analyze the house further, but I could feel that the house itself blocked my senses, preventing me from analyzing it any further.
"Oh, that's it. A Living Construct, Model House."
The house that caught my interest was a Living Construct, Model House, a creation that came from my Chaos Project. The Living Construct in front of me at the moment had strength equal to mine—or even surpassed it—as long as I didn't use my eyes, that is. Living Constructs are a powerful race; the weakest of them is at ??? Level. If I followed my project layout, I would encounter this race quite often, anywhere and everywhere. My curiosity increased even more as my thoughts wandered. At this point, I wanted to unseal one of the sealed passive abilities of my eyes.
All of the skills and abilities of my eyes, whether passive or active, were sealed, excluding the basic abilities of my eyes. If you're wondering what I mean when I say "my eyes," I am referring to the Dojutsu/Pupil Technique I possess.
I was about to unseal one, but before I could do that, I felt a gaze upon me. I looked in that direction and saw a beautiful dark elf—an elegant figure with long, flowing silver hair cascading down her back. Her sharp, elven ears peeked through her hair, adding an otherworldly grace to her appearance. She had piercing brown eyes that held both confidence and allure, framed by a calm but knowing expression. (The image is here).
Seeing the girl, I stopped what I was about to do and decided to leave, but before that, I felt that the girl was familiar and important to me, so I flashed her a gentle smile and waved my hand in a gesture of goodbye. With that, my figure grew farther and farther until I vanished from her sight.
Time passed, and the sun was about to set. I had spent the entire day walking around the village, visiting some stores that caught my eye, and buying a few interesting products. During that time, I also encountered a few stores that had similar characteristics to the house that had caught my interest earlier, but I decided to avoid them for now and explore one when I felt like it.
I also visited a tavern and had a drink there. Of course, I drank chocolate milk. My time there was peaceful until some drunkards disrupted it. They suddenly started smashing things—tables, chairs, glasses, and even the faces of their fellow customers. The owner, a middle-aged man, tried to stop them, but he was struck by a fireball released by one of the drunkards, which heavily injured him.
The drunkard who cast the fireball tried to finish him off, but before he could do that, I let some of my bloodlusts leak out. A heavy and horrific killing intent locked onto the drunkards, making them freeze in horror. Every fiber of their being told them to run, but they couldn't. Their bodies refused to listen and trembled constantly in fear. They wanted to scream, but they couldn't. At this moment, the drunkards felt as if they were being stared at by death itself. No, that wasn't it. It felt like they were being stared at by something primordial—like the very manifestation of the End of All Things. One wrong move and their very existence would end.
The alcohol in their bodies vanished, sobering them up instantly. They stopped, too afraid to move or even breathe, fearing that I would kill them. I observed the drunkards from head to toe. Their appearance and mannerisms were different from the people living in this village, making it obvious that they were foreigners. On top of that, I could feel their malicious intent toward this village. I could also tell they were soldiers—their strength was good enough to be one—and the fighting style they displayed during their rampage was taught by a certain military force of a kingdom.
The people who saw the drunkards' state were stunned. They were confused as to why the drunkards had suddenly stopped and hadn't moved for a while now. They looked like frightened children.
I gave them a warning and let them go, but in truth, I am just waiting for them to leave this village and deal with them and extract information from them.
I retracted my bloodlust and continued to drink my chocolate milk. The drunkards, who had regained their freedom, hurriedly ran away from this village.
After finishing my chocolate milk, I left, leaving my tip and payment, and went outside.