Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1107 - 721: Mad Fire Church, Explosive Birth!

Todd couldn't describe his feelings right now.

Was it fear, or depression, or had he given up thinking completely? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Or were there more negative emotions flooding his brain?

He didn't know.

He thought no one would feel happy after being kidnapped by a madman.

"I, Todd Speck, twenty-three years old this year, have no residence, no job, no savings. My biggest interest every day is to find old folks to get some coins to spend. They give them to me voluntarily, so it's not a crime. Even if treated as fraud, I wouldn't get even a year's sentence..."

Todd muttered to himself for a long time in a low voice. Suddenly, he scratched his head frantically and said in a desolate tone:

"What am I doing..."

He curled up in the corner of a dim room, the house not even having windows, filled with tightly stuffed weeds, seemingly just shoved in recently. A damp, moldy smell lingered in the room, resembling an empty shell of a home, with the only positive being its cleanliness.

"Pop —"

At that moment, three headless dead rabbits were thrown in through the window, blood splattering everywhere, their limbs still twitching.

The spilled blood instantly destroyed the house's only redeeming feature.

"Ah, it's morning already..." Todd looked up sluggishly at the sky. Judging from the broken window, it was only morning, probably around eight or nine o'clock, the start of a day.

However, he couldn't feel any vitality, not even the slightest joy, because—

"Make sure you eat today's food well. I'm off to preach now, heehee!"

An old yet mad voice came from outside the window. Then, Todd heard the cheerful sound of footsteps hopping away, followed by the faint sound of bombardment after a while.

"That old guy really isn't afraid of dying..."

Looking at the rabbits polluting his floor with blood, Todd finally moved. He went over, picked up the rabbits, and started handling them with unfamiliar movements.

Soon, smoke rose from the chimney, but a gust of wind controlled by Todd's Wind Magic scattered it instantly, making it almost invisible from a distance, appearing as if no one lived in the house.

The residual smoke drifted, reaching the collapsed bakery by the street, the herbal shop burned to ruins, the empty homes with doors wide open.

Before escaping this dead and nearly deserted town, the smoke dissipated.

Even if Todd didn't use magic to erase the smoke traces, it wouldn't stand out too much. Outside the town, formless magic power was becoming chaotic and violent, and something as insubstantial as smoke would surely be annihilated by the raging magic.

A magic stabilizing device left by a magician inside the town was the only thing making it somewhat stable, as a long-term chaotic magic environment would surely affect human health.

Why was the magic power rioting?

Because, though far away from the town, it seemed not that far in the face of Acceleration.

The various churches were at war.

This place was the central region of Sikameirom.

It was also the frontline of the main Alliance governed by the three dominant churches and the various rebellious armies of small churches.

Both sides fought fiercely here, continuously taking and retaking control from one another. The same land changed hands multiple times in a short period.

Arguably, this was the most dangerous place in Sikameirom right now, leaving aside a Demon Clan invasion; what could be more dangerous than war?

To the local residents of Hepa Town, nothing.

The war between the armies had fortunately not yet spread here.

But tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, as long as the war continued, it was likely only a matter of time before it reached here.

The aroma from Todd's small house gradually wafted out.

Though eating only rabbit meat for long could lead to health issues, it was better than having nothing to eat. Recently, animals in the area were increasingly hard to catch, naturally due to the war.

The good news was that nearby monsters had vanished, providing safety to the town. You couldn't even spot a single slime these days since even the tiniest parts of slimes could be used to load magic cannons; both war parties could make use of them.

Because of the war, the town's inhabitants fled en masse, leaving quite a bit inside the houses for Todd to freely take and use, such as spices, making the stew particularly fragrant.

The scent, though colorless and shapeless, was in some ways harder to conceal than smoke, but Todd didn't need to hide it.

As the aroma of the stew gradually spread throughout the town, this lifeless place began to stir.

Doors of houses which outwardly appeared no different from ruins opened a crack, shadows peering from behind, their eyes bloodshot and filled with longing.

"Sniff sniff..."

After lightly confirming the smell was of stew, the bloodshot eyes curved into a smile, followed by eerie laughter from behind the door.