Chapter 396: The Players Day of Rest (part Six) (2/2)

That was why he simply assigned holding a feast in the form of a quest for Angora, with him taking on most of the costs as their patron deity. All Angora had to do was invite as many Players as he could to the gathering at the Unnamed Town.

As an Overlord Player and lacking EXP from a certain point of view, Angora was naturally very keen on carrying out the quest. He did not even bother to rest as he tried his Players to get everyone to join the feast by teleporting from lifestone to lifestone.

To be fair, he was the only ‘Overlord’ amongst all the Players and holds a strong reputation amongst their circle. He was also the one who posted the intelligence he gathered from Kaven Mor on the Player forums, contributing immensely to the Players’ victory even though he was not a part of the battle, elevating his popularity to the next level.

While the other races would not be aware of such reasoning, but it was only reasonable for them to take a trip to the Unnamed Town when someone like Angora had spoken.

Hence, the Unnamed Town saw its most chaotic period since its founding—but chaotic did not mean that the people were causing trouble and leaving the street lawless. Sure, there were the occasional fellow who got confused, but they would soon find themselves in the town’s dungeon after just five minutes of causing trouble.

The chaos in the town was merely the little conflicts that started when different races run into each other.

For example, the Players who were celebrating the Elven SIN event would naturally go to the wood elves and invite some of the individuals who had better relations with humans to have fun. At the same time, when members of other races like Zonyan Grayclaw who often hang around at the Western Continent were unable to sit still when they saw the wood elves increasing, and ran off to the Western Continent to bring in several Long-Ears as guests in their festivities.

Later, the sacred corps who were about to return to base after destroying the hill-folks had arrived after Jom somehow brought Kristina to the feast. And so the latter-half of the event saw the involvement of those soldiers in their plate armor and helms, who, after a few drinks, dragged the Players along as they started to rant about their troubles because they were quite aware of the circumstances surrounding the Temple of Glory.

“Unbelievable.”

Watching as her sacred corps cried into the Long-Ears’ shoulders, wood elves drinking fruit ale while pitting their archery skills against Players and other lively scenes, Kristina shook her head in awe, while also finding it a little unreal. “I never thought that such things could happen in this world…”

“Here be the Church of Games.” Jom chuckled. He seemed to have a little too much fruit ale as well: his cheeks were red and his words were not as clear as usual. “We set no boundaries between races, and the only measure we uphold is our devotion and diligence. You might not believe it, but aside from the God of Games’ protection, it is only because we are able to reach this level!”

“This sort of life wouldn’t last. It’s fated to fail….”

Kristina, however, shook her head. “No person could really coexist in peace with a race who looks completely different from themselves.”

“That doesn’t matter.” Jom grinned, with the sweet scent of fruit ale spilling from his mouth. “Because it is a god, not a ‘person’ who guides us to this end.”