Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Chapter 166: Abnormal Infected Persons

Everything clicked for Clemens. He never imagined Loren's schemes had reached this level. It seemed that in Loren's eyes, entire nations were merely pawns on a board.

Every reaction from every faction was within Loren's calculations. Even if Loren hadn't said it, Clemens was convinced that Loren's hand was also behind the previous attacks targeting the Canaan Kingdom.

He felt immensely grateful that Loren was on their side. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the faintest idea how to face an opponent of this caliber.

"I'll write a letter to the King of Bardo in a moment. Remember to follow my instructions."

The King of Bardo was a clever man. He could see through Loren's arrangements. But as the saying goes, faith belongs to the gods, but the plundered lands and resources are one's own.

A war between the Bardo Kingdom and the Canaan Kingdom offered no benefit to the God of Plague, but the advantages for Bardo were immense. So, even knowing he was being used by Loren, the King would still resolutely choose to go to war.

"Understood, Master Mentor."

At this moment, Clemens's admiration for Loren had reached a fanatical, almost obsessive level. Even if Loren ordered him to dash his head against a wall and die, he would believe Loren had a deeper meaning and would execute the command without hesitation.

As they conversed, the two entered the prison. Upon seeing it was Loren who had arrived, the guards immediately snapped to attention, wanting to present their best selves to him.

"The person is in the dungeon, under strict guard."Clemens led Loren into the dungeon. Only one person was imprisoned here, someone he had brought all the way from the Nofica Theocracy.

It was a gaunt, emaciated man with messy, close-cropped hair. He appeared very weak.

"Wake up. The Master Mentor is here to question you."

After Loren arrived, a guard standing by unceremoniously threw a basin of cold water in the man's face.

Upon waking, the man showed no fear. Instead, he immediately began spewing his views:

"Only we are the awakened ones! You all deserve to be destroyed!"

Loren casually picked up a whip from nearby, walked up to him, and began his inquiry:

"What is your view on the Canaan Kingdom's massacre of Bountiful Church believers?"

"Killing you old fossils is justified! The massacre was a good thing..."

Before he could finish, Loren's whip cracked across his face. With Loren's strength, such a blow should have torn an ordinary person's face to shreds. Yet, on this man, it only broke the skin.

"What about now?"

"Massacring you is justified!"

Even after being whipped by Loren, he stubbornly clung to his original opinion.

This was not something a person infected with the Rainbow Plague could do. If he were infected with the Rainbow Plague, his eyes would clear up the instant the whip struck him.

As for those genuine members of the minority group, they were even less resilient than Rainbow Plague victims. If they encountered something like this, they wouldn't even need "treatment."

Moreover, while answering Loren, Loren could constantly see hatred in his eyes. This hatred was stable, unchanging, not intensifying even after Loren struck him.

It seemed he didn't truly hate Loren. It was as if his hatred was simply part of his programming.

"What about now?"

Loren whipped his face several more times with brutal force. His answer remained unchanged, his emotions still unnervingly steady.

This reaction led Loren to a terrifying possibility. However, Loren didn't rush to confirm it, opting to conduct further experiments instead.

Loren borrowed an ordinary flintlock gun, aimed it at the man's head, and fired. The round bullet embedded itself in his skull but didn't penetrate too deeply. His physical resilience was significantly stronger than an ordinary person's.

Clemens and the prison guards watched Loren silently. They didn't fully understand his actions, but they knew trusting Loren was never wrong. They even watched, wide-eyed, as Loren attempted to kill this valuable sample.

"You old fossils deserve to be slaughtered clean."

Even with a bullet embedded in his skull, the man's attitude showed no change.

Loren drew Requiem and directly stabbed it through the man's leg. The man obligingly screamed, yet even then, his attitude remained unchanged.

Loren didn't even sense any fear from him. He pulled out Requiem and stabbed another spot. Soon, the man's legs were a bloody, mangled mess from Loren's stabs, yet the man still exhibited no fear.

This was utterly inhuman. No living creature could achieve this. A few stabs from Requiem would make even the legendary warrior Zhao Yun tremble with fear. The fear-inducing effect of Requiem wasn't something willpower could resist.

If he could genuinely withstand Requiem, then resisting the corruption of the Outer Gods wouldn't be difficult either.

However, Loren didn't think he resembled a tough guy at all. It was as if he had no emotions, and even his hatred was a facade.

Seeing Loren's expression grow increasingly grave, Clemens also felt a pang of panic:

"Master Mentor, have you discovered something?"

"He might be a puppet, or perhaps a corpse. In any case, he cannot be a living person. As long as he isn't what I suspect, it's fine."

"What is it you suspect?"

Loren didn't answer Clemens immediately, instead continuing the experiment:

"The Kingdom of Anselm, which respects homosexuality, and its neighboring country, the Bardo Kingdom, which discriminates against it, have gone to war. What outcome do you hope for?"

"?"

Clemens was utterly bewildered. Loren's statement made no sense. First, the Kingdom of Anselm and the Bardo Kingdom didn't even share a border;

several other countries lay between them.

Secondly, Loren's assessment of the two countries was reversed. Bardo was known for its proclaimed tolerance of everything, a result of careful packaging by the King of Bardo, and the effect was indeed excellent. Many even regarded Bardo as a beacon of civilization.

Conversely, Anselm's attitude towards these "abnormal" people was extremely harsh, dealing with them swiftly and severely upon discovery.

These were common knowledge, especially among these troublesome "minority groups." They knew this better than anyone.

"Of course, I hope the Kingdom of Anselm massacres the Bardo Kingdom to the last man!"

The moment he finished speaking, Requiem cleaved through his skull. However, this time, Requiem did not absorb any soul.

"Do we have a result?"

Since Loren chose to kill the man, it meant Loren had already investigated and reached a conclusion. This was their trust in Loren.

"Yes. He is not an infected person, nor is he human. He is an Anomaly."

"An Anomaly?"

Clemens was shocked. The word "Anomaly" was synonymous with being troublesome. He had participated in handling Anomalies before. It was truly a matter of throwing lives at the problem, using lives to test the rules.

"Correct. Anomaly 1-011, the Pseudohuman."

"A Tier 1 Anomaly?"

Although his knowledge of Anomalies wasn't extensive, Clemens understood what a Tier 1 Anomaly represented. It was an Anomaly capable of destroying human civilization.

"No need to worry. The Tier 1 rating applies to all Pseudohumans combined. A single Pseudohuman is only a Tier 3 Anomaly."

Even so, it was still very troublesome.

Loren swept his gaze over the guards. He couldn't even be sure if *they* were Pseudohumans.