System.

Why do I only acquire Evil Points? Shouldn't there be gil as well?

Gil, through grinding, takes forever.

Hmm . . . I pondered as I went back to the exit, taking my time since there weren't any enemies lurking around.

I still don't know where to start about this kingdom building. For starters, I was utterly clueless about it. I didn't know where, how, or what to do. There was a multitude of ideas in my head that I didn't know how to organize . . . I sighed and gave up.

I'll cross the bridge when I get there.

For now, I needed to rest and recover my HP and MP.

System, if I left the group. Would the others suspect that I was still alive?

You mean to tell me that this world that's like in a high fantasy with magic and whatnot didn't have as simple as a bulb as light?

I staggered when something hit me that made my head go woozy.

Did we just . . . teleported into a world of magic and monsters in a medieval fantasy setting?

". . ."

My brain was pounding like crazy when I knew what it meant.

It meant that living in here would be difficult. There was no machinery nor power to advance technology, and I think that everyone just depended on magic and items to get by.

Are these Blueprints available to anyone?

Hmm . . . that would be a problem in the future as I couldn't monopolize the machines for myself. But also an advantage since it would unburden me as a sole target for these blueprints.

I pushed through the path until I saw a hazy orange light from within.

I felt a palpable rumble vibrating through the chamber, followed by the clatter of falling pebbles. The silence was broken by the dull squeal of rusty manacles and the snapping of fire from torches hanging on the walls.

There was a speckle of discoloration on the ground that appeared to be dried blood upon closer inspection. The crimson smear of blood spoke of some recent violent act.

But that didn't push me away. In fact, I was drawn deeper inside. Drawn by strange chanting that led me to an open space outside the cave surrounded by mountains and tall trees. ｂｅ𝚍ｎｏｖｅ𝚕．ｃｏｍ

At the center, there were cloak figures encircling the altar. A young man was laying on top of it, chained to the altar, restrained, incapacitated, and writhing in oblivious pain.

I knew him, not by name but by face. He was one of the teenagers yesterday. The bracelet in the villager's hand and that teenager on that altar –– yep, there was a high chance that those teenagers were gone, and the only one left was the boy on that altar.

And there was a high chance that the cloaked figures surrounding that boy . . . were the villagers.

[CONGRATULATIONS for Partially Completing the WORLD QUEST, VILLAGE OF SACRIFICE]

[RECEIVED:

Skill Book (?)

Spell Book (?)

1000 gil ]

‖ V I L L A G E OF S A C R I F I C E ‖

The rumors were indeed correct. The villagers were sacrificing ignorant and unknowing adventurers to their forgotten God, hoping to get back their lost golden age.

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[World Quest updated to FRIGHT & FLIGHT]

As you are now, you don't stand a chance against the villagers' might. While they're busy chanting for the appearance of their God, now is your time to flee.

Seek the help of a shaman by the name of Gnull, and he will help you with what you must do to end the villagers' monstrosity.

Rewards:

Platinum Chest

10 000 gil

‖ E N D ‖

". . ."

Shit just turned into a whole level of creepy. I thought.