Chapter 891: The Seamstress (1/2)

The Four Sectors' Border Region.

Inside a relatively wider path in the maze-like canyon was a certain individual. She had the appearance of a woman in her sixties, sporting grey, braided hair. Her face was slightly wrinkled, though she still retained her glamour.

Moreover, her face seemed accentuated by a regal beauty that only the wisdom and maturity of age could give. Each of her actions were lithe and graceful. Moreover, she exuded a sense of peace, making the entire atmosphere around her similar to her aura.

Two men, seemingly in their twenties, were kneeling on all fours side by side, acting as the chair she was seated on. On top of that, they didn't seem troubled by this. Instead, they were in bliss to serve her. Their faces were slightly flushed as waves of giddy feelings emanated from their heart upon every subtle action of the old lady.

The old lady was wearing a robe that covered her entire body from head to toe, save for a portion that didn't cover her eyes. The dress was of mild blue hue and was made using a color tone that caused one to feel tranquility the moment one looked at her.

Whether it was her eyes, her graceful figure, or her manners, all captivated one to leave everything behind and embrace the peaceful atmosphere. The situation was the same for the 200 people seated before her in a meditating pose.

Though, judging by their getup and their messy appearances, they didn't seem to be people that followed her. Rather, they were one of the bandit groups that roamed through the region in a hunt for rich prey.

At this moment, they all were obediently meditating, as if it was how they naturally moved. Their usual vulgar expressions were non-existent, as if they had been upright individuals from birth.

”Violence begets sadness. Non-violence is the path to happiness.” Her melodious voice resounded, echoing in the place as every listener nodded automatically, looking as if her words enlightened them.

”All your attacking abilities are now unnecessary.” Saying so, she opened her mouth, causing a mild swirl of Godly Energy in the area. The Godly Energy flowed into the bandits and exited their bodies soon after, carrying lights of all colors with them.

”Heok!”

”Ugh!”

”Gah!”

The bandits grunted in a variety of ways as something within them seemed to have been stolen permanently. One of the bandits seated at the front inspected himself, murmuring after a second in a tone of calm, ”I lost all my offensive abilities, even the ones I spent my lifetime training.”

All the colorful lights converged into a sphere in front of the old lady before beginning to spin rapidly. Slowly, they mixed, mashed, fused, dispersed, disintegrated, and integrated themselves into a whole.

The old lady soon smiled as she lifted her hand, infusing blue-colored Godly Energy into the sphere, causing it to condense and continue to shrink continuously. A couple of hours later, the sphere then turned into a pair of ribbons.

The old lady blew into them while unleashing her Godly Energy, causing the pair of ribbons to multiply into two hundred and scatter towards the bandits. Like a flock of birds, the ribbons approached the bandits.

Soon, the bandit at the front watched as a pair of blue ribbons floated before his face, gently being absorbed into his body, causing him to convulse for a couple of seconds.

”Ugh!” He grunted in pain before a feeling of warmth coursed throughout his body. This feeling of warmth circulated, subtly changing his appearance. The rough features that made him seem like a true bandit mellowed out, imbuing in him an innately kinder appearance.

His appearance was still the same as before, albeit with subtle changes. All they did was give him an overall first impression of someone gentle. His muscular structure had also experienced some changes, becoming smoothened out a little.

From his bulky stature, he became mildly thinner as his muscles became more streamlined, increasing the versatility of his strength. His skin tone had also improved, becoming slightly smoother, looking like someone that hadn't experienced the harshness of the environment too much.

Any toxic substances in his body seeped out through his pores as some of his Godly Energy was consumed, washing over his entire body as it removed everything dirty about him before vaporizing, not leaving behind any traces.

Every ability he possessed—excluding the attack-based abilities that had already been taken out by the old lady—was absorbed by the pair of ribbons, experiencing a subtle change.

”I feel…stronger?” The bandit was confused as he looked at the old lady in shock. Stemming from him was zealous admiration at the selfless being before him.

He then focused on the pair of ribbons inside him, comprehending their uses as he summoned them. They were the same blue ribbons as before, but faint designs seemed to have been carved onto them. When he looked at them, he could sense his abilities had been inscribed.

Also, despite the changes, he sensed that he could still use those abilities, albeit they had to be executed in a manner different from what he was used to. The pair of ribbons had become his main method of use for some reason.

”Even if one wished to remain in peace, the world is still a scary place. Warmongers would come knocking on your doorsteps even if you have zero intentions to fight. With that, you must still have a means of protecting yourselves,” the old lady spoke, watching all the bandits slowly get up as they thumped their chests.