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Chapter 7 - Come Back to the Fold

Since the burden fell on my shoulders, I had to go and check the other two regions as well; maybe if I encountered weaker mobs, I would have a chance to catch a small opportunity.

How optimistically I was making predictions, forgetting where I was; when I went to the place isolated by a green curtain, the handful of hope inside me bowed its neck and withered away.

This was the place where social media creatures lived; there were various kinds of monsters galore.

Youtuber lvl 1

Instagrammer lvl 1

Vblogger lvl 1

These were the titles of a few Fallen that caught my eye; all were passive mobs with another characteristic. They condemned people to watch them with the absurd movements they made and consumed their life energy until it ran out.

There were many people watching the Fallen with their mouths wide open; I understood that it was hard for us to get anything out of here, so I headed towards the last area without wasting time.

Before I could say "I wish I hadn't," these lands welcomed me with a red shield, and just a step later, there were types dancing like crazy.

Punk lvl 1

Heartless lvl 1

Raver lvl 1

I jumped back from the bottom of the barrier I approached rapidly with the same speed; the view was disastrous. Fallen and humans were mixed, dancing as if it were their last days in Hell. What was happening was a complete eclipse of reason; figures were intertwined, there was no neck left unbroken, no belly left undanced.

My last hope was going down the drain too; I didn't know any tough guy who would step into these two regions except for the first ones entering. While my feet were gently dragging me towards the shops in the center, suddenly people started to appear in front of me.

I couldn't figure out what was happening at first; I approached them to see if these people were other sinners coming to serve their punishment. I would understand over time that my thoughts were wrong because the conditions of these people were not at all like my initial state.

Their behavior patterns were divided into four; some were crying with hiccups, while another group was waiting perched where they were. An idea had come to my mind, but I needed to examine the remaining two groups to confirm this; luckily, this time I would be able to understand quickly that I made a correct guess.

The image of those accompanying hundreds of people focused on a point with empty eyes in one corner by chewing gum like crazy in another corner clarified everything. Those who went out of the shield in the first wave and perished at the hands of the Fallen had completed their eight hours of torment and come back.

What was said was that every time you died or didn't kill mobs equal to your own level for a day, you would suffer eight hours of torment, but there was also an aftereffect on these people in front of my eyes. It was as if they had forcibly assumed the behavior patterns belonging to the Fallen of the region where they were killed. Although I watched for half an hour, they didn't seem like they would get rid of this situation.

While the superficiality of the explanations in the inscription became certain, I had started to feel the signs of increasing fear inside me on my body. My hand was trembling, and I could realize that my right eye was twitching slightly while cold sweat poured down my spine.

I waited motionless for the people under the influence to come to their senses; there was an important decision I had to make in front of me. I would either wait inside the shield and accept the eight hours of torment, or I would go out and try to kill a Fallen, die, and also get an effect.

Exactly four hours later, the consciousness of some of those who died in the first round was coming back; I jumped from where I sat and grabbed the collar of the nearest one.

"My friend, is the torment bearable?"

I admit it was a bit of a stupid question, but it was very important for me to show my intention directly; I guess the man looking at my face like a dead fish wasn't expecting this either.

"Brother, do whatever you do, try to kill a Fallen; no matter how much I explain to you, you can't even guess this suffering without living it!"

Four hours had passed since the torment they suffered, but looking at his dull movements and trembling voice, it was clear that its effects were still continuing. There were many people like me clinging to those returning from punishment; we were like children dressed in uniform right now, we all had that bitter taste of despair on our palates.

What's done is done anyway; since there is no escape from fate, then let's play the same tune!

A few rhyming words spilled from my tongue while going towards the alcohol-smelling region; I fell here because of raki, it would be more poetic if the rest came from its family too.

Okay, I threw caution to the wind, but I didn't neglect to scout around either; I started watching the movements of the Fallen wandering in groups.

Tipsy lvl 1

I started by observing these types first; my eyes were on the mobs sitting as a team of three.

These mobs were standing still; they were calling the people entering a certain distance to their side, and in a contrary movement, they were quickly standing up and marching on them. Of course, as I witnessed before, there were those attacking them too, but no matter what they did, their end couldn't go beyond being captured and consumed.

"Never mind, we didn't sell our dreams, did we!"

The Tipsy Fallen had caught a person; the most miserable one of the trio started speaking immediately, performing the attack I named Getting Emotional.

"What can you do, kid, we couldn't become big men!"

Immediately the mob on his other side chimed in; the veins on the forehead of the person who had to listen to these had slowly become visible.

"Are you also a miserable person who has been slapped by life like us, beautiful human!"

This was the final blow; as a result of the three-stage Getting Emotional attack, the victim was slowly falling to the ground. A few seconds later, while mixing into nothingness, the Fallen would take one more sip from the wine bottle in their hands.

These are very dangerous; they are constantly side by side, and their attack speeds are quite high!

The words I passed through my mind were the reflection of the thoughts in my brain; these men were danger, and I didn't have a chance to risk it.

Boozer lvl 1

I had taken these mobs as my next target; the reason was that although they wandered collectively, I couldn't see a synchronization among them. Spread over a wide area as a large cluster, with disheveled clothes, they were swaying, taking steps as if they would almost fall to the ground.

Thanks to the impatient friends, it didn't take long for me to see them attacking; I say friends because a group of four was running towards a Boozer who had separated a bit from the crowd as if they had reached a consensus.

Holding my breath, I set out to wait for what would happen; the team was rapidly approaching their targets. Ten steps, five steps, two steps, and suddenly an amazing event happened. The mob, incapable of holding its head upright, suddenly turned to them as if controlled by a remote and performed a huff whose smell would stun even me inside the shield.

Yes, no matter how much I thought, I couldn't find another name for this; opening its mouth, it had sent a large mass of breath towards the attacking people. How tragic their disappearance would be; obviously, it was an area attack made by the mob, it had caused four people to faint at the same time in a single shot.

The Fallen named Boozer made me cross out one more target; what could I do alone against the mob that four people couldn't cope with?

Drunkard lvl 1

I had only one chance left; I was after the men wandering by throwing their hands on each other's shoulders or grabbing each other by the waist.

I waited, until one of the duo mobs left his partner to attack the human coming towards them.

 

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