Chapter 159: A Day of Rest: Part IV (2/2)

That said, they were not actually reacting like they were watching people chasing each other around, but simply bearing the nonchalance of watching siblings having a quarrel.

“Excuse me… won’t they get hurt?” Simba carefully asked a passerby.

“They’ll be fine. Joe would calm down after Gou Dan dies,” the passerby answered matter-of-factly.

What nonsense was that? What else would he want after his victim dies? Or was he going to chase his victim down the underworld?

On the other hand, weren’t the townsfolks’ brains wired differently? Why don’t they care about dying? Even the legendary barbarians of the barren highlands who valued honor and battle more than life did not ignore death to such levels!

Simba then associated all that with Mufasa’s outstanding fighting skills and his decisiveness in cutting down his foes, and therefore had a chilling hunch: could it be that Mufasa was so strong because he stayed in such an environment?

‘Dangerous! This religion is too dangerous!’

Nonetheless, Simba shook his head to throw away those excess thoughts. No, he could not be sure of what the Church of Games really was like just from such bits and pieces—he must gather more information.

Meanwhile, the passerby was a little curious why Simba would ask such a question, but after a glance over Simba’s head and a tiny mumble that sounded like ‘friendly unit with no HP bar’, he left in disappointment.

After that, Simba continued strolling through the streets, only to run into more weird things.

For example, there was a long queue in front of the blacksmith shop, waiting to have their weapons hammered by the dwarven craftsman.

Once again, Simba was puzzled: it was true that mountain dwarves were rare (in reality, the blacksmith in town was a gray dwarf who had never showed up much on the surface, but Simba didn’t know that), but aren’t the people being a little too passionate?

“Hehehe. I’ve already did as the fortune post said: wash my face, get naked and dance around a candle at midnight without blowing out the candle. The Strengthening today will work!”

“Your item is gone.”

“No—!”

Simba watched as that believer screamed and stretched his hand at the broken pieces on the anvil while Players behind him dragged him away.

‘The weapon wasn’t even heated on the fire or sprinkled with rare alchemy dust… hammering it straightaway on the anvil? It would be weird if it didn’t break!” The boy could not help muttering inwardly.

Aside from such people, Simba would also encounter weirdos wearing anglerfish heads (with lightbulb antlers) or dolphin heads, weirdos holding weird equipment as they shouted “Yeah I got a drop’ before happily fainting on the ground and weirdos kneeling in front of half-finished houses, praying that it would complete itself…

‘Maybe every believer of the God of Games is crazy!’