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B3 | Chapter 28 - Innocent Questioning Session

B3 | Chapter 28 - Innocent Questioning Session

Alexia

I slowly begin to move through the ruined village, being careful not to get too overconfident. But in the end it doesn’t matter as there doesn’t appear to be anyone or anything here. Other than these weak monsters that run for their lives the moment I get near.

Okay, seriously, what happened here?

The village looks like it was ransacked by people, not monsters.

I can tell because the valuables inside the buildings were all stolen, leaving nothing but worthless stuff behind. Meanwhile all of the corpses have nothing on them including their storage rings.

Monsters wouldn’t be looting people.

An assault from another village in the Block? Or maybe from a neighboring Block?

My thoughts halt when a loud explosion shakes the tunnel walls, floor, and ceiling, making me frown before I begin teleporting over towards the tunnel entrance that leads in the direction of the explosion. Then I proceed to teleport through the tunnel until I find myself in another open cavern. But this one doesn’t have any sort of entrance sealing it. And inside of the cavern is… well, what I can only describe as a war.

I just kinda stop and stare at the entrance of the cavern as thousands of people all go at each other, trying to kill each other. There looks to be two sides to the war. One being dwarves, the other being a species I’d never seen before known as batfolk. Basically humanoid bats.

And between the two, the bats are all using magic while the dwarves are using System Item weapons they’ve no doubt crafter along with their physical strength.

Huh.

There are two possibilities.

Either this Dimensional Block is at war, or they’re just fighting between themselves for some reason.

Then again, it’s not like infighting is all that uncommon, so there’s a decent chance that’s the answer.

Oh, and it looks like they aren’t able to notice my aura over the hundreds of auras spread across the cavern along with the many explosions and magic attacks being flung throughout it.

Out of curiosity, I watch them go at each other for a little bit. Mostly just wondering what they’re fighting about and kind of hoping someone will say something related to their purpose for fighting and burning villages.

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No one ever does though, so I’m left sitting here for several minutes for no reason.

Eventually I get tired of watching them and just teleport right up to one of the stronger people in the war before grabbing them by the scruff of their neck, shocking them and everyone around them with my abrupt appearance. Then I teleport up into the air and turn the guy around to face me as I ask, “Why are you people fighting?”

And he just kinda goes into shock. He also kinda… ew…

I almost drop him just to get that smell away, but instead I slap him. Gently. And he snaps out of it while blushing in embarrassment and still shivering in fear as he answers, “W-w-we a-are at w-war wi-with Block #99…”

Oh. So it is a war.

“Do you have any Cataclysm Class monsters or Class S species in this Block?” I ask, briefly feeling tempted towards just dropping him and grabbing someone else. Because that smell is disgusting.

“You probably should’ve given him more time to register your presence,” the Quantum Architect says. “He may not have pissed himself if you did.”

Yeah, yeah.

Although I probably just ruined his reputation with that.

Poor guy.

Anyways, the dwarf answers, still stuttering, “The C-Cataclysm Class monsters w-were already k-killed b-by the Ancestral D-Dragon a while back. And o-our Class S species w-was as well.”

I blink at that before frowning.

Huh. Interesting.

I teleport the guy back down to the ground before dropping some random Tier 2 item I don’t need and can’t see Astrid needing either on him. Because I probably owe him something for that… mess…

In hindsight, I don’t think he was very important. Because I’m pretty sure I see a few dwarves higher level than him entering through another tunnel.

Guess I grabbed a lower ranking officer or something? Maybe a midranking one.

No wonder he lost control like that.

Well, I paid him for the intel. No reason to wait around for their actual leaders.

I’m also going to pointedly ignore the fact that someone just did that at the sight of me. Even if it was probably moreso at me teleporting him hundreds of meters into the air than anything else, but still.

Some of the dwarves and batfolk look like they’re trying to wave at me to talk, but I ignore them and teleport away straight to another entrance of the cavern. Then I proceed through it, beginning to make my way towards the opposite end of the Block. Only to pause along the way when I realize that making a straight line would probably be easier.

Thankfully I remember where I started. Mostly.

So I make a straight line through the stone, making sure to check the surroundings with my senses for any energy sources. And occasionally, as I’m making my lovely little tunnel, I’m interrupted by ending up inside of a cavern, shocking more than a few people inside of the cavern when I kind of just appear breaking through a wall while they’re in the middle of a battle.

Instead of staying around to chat though I just teleport to the other side of the cavern and continue making my tunnel.

Well this Block is a pain to get through.

The others I could just teleport my way through, but this one I’m stuck mining my way through. If I can call this mining.

Right. I do remember that Isabella mentioned that she was going through killing a bunch of Cataclysm Class monsters while she made her way to our Block. Guess this was just one of those Blocks she killed them in.

Not sure why she killed the Class S species here though.

Might ask her when I see her next.

Actually shouldn’t be too long before I see her next, considering that I’m heading in the direction of her Block anyways.

I continue tunneling for who knows how long before deciding to ask for directions from the next group of people I run into.