Come Back to the Fold

That being the case, I would have to go and look at the other two areas; maybe if I came across weaker mobs, I would have a chance to grab a small opportunity.

How optimistically I was making predictions, forgetting where I was, a handful of hope in me frowned as I went to a place isolated by a green screen. This was where the social media creatures lived, and there were all kinds of freaks in here.

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Those were the titles of the few Fallen ones that caught my eye, another feature being that they were all passive mobs. They condemned people to watch themselves with their absurd actions and wasted their life energy until they ran out.

Many people watched the Fallen with their mouths wide open, and I realized it was difficult to get bread here; I headed to the last area without wasting time.

Before I said I wished not to come, these lands greeted me with a red shield. Just one step later, people were dancing like crazy.

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I jumped back just as quickly from the side of the barrier that I was rapidly approaching, and the scene was disastrous. Fallen, and people danced side by side as if it was their last day in Hell. It was mind-blowing; the dance figures were so strange that they hurt the eye of the beholder.

My last hope dropped the water; I did not know any brave man who would take a step other than those who first entered these two regions. While my feet were slowly dragging me towards the shops in the center, people started to appear in front of me.

I couldn't figure out what was going on at first, so I approached them to see if other sinners were coming to serve their punishment. In time, I would realize that my thoughts were wrong because the situation of these people was not at all like when I first came here.

The sight of hundreds of people staring blankly at one spot, chewing gum madly in another corner, clarified everything. Those who had come out of the shield in the first wave and disappeared at the hands of the Fallen had completed their eight-hour torment and came back.

What was said was that every time you die or if you don't kill mobs as much as your level for a day, you will suffer eight hours of torment, but it has a weird effect on these people. They seemed to have coerced into the behavior of the Fallen of the region where they were killed. Even though I watched them for half an hour, they didn't seem to get rid of this situation.

While the superficiality of the explanations in the inscription became certain, I began to feel the signs of my increasing fear in my body. I could tell my right eye was twitching a little as my hand was shaking, and cold sweat ran down my spine.

I waited for the people under the influence to come to their senses, and I had an important decision before me; either I'd settle for eight hours of torment by waiting inside the shield, or I'd go out and die trying to kill the Fallen, and get an effect.

Exactly four hours later, some of those who died in the first round were regaining consciousness, and I grabbed the nearest one.

"My friend, how is the torment? Is it bearable?"

I admit, it was a bit of a stupid question, but it was essential that I made my intentions clear. The man who looked at me like a dead fish wasn't expecting that either.

"Brother, whatever you do, try to kill a Fallen. No matter how much I tell you, you cannot even imagine this agony until you experience it!"

It had been four hours since their torment, but judging from his dull movements and trembling voice, it was clear that the effects still lingered. Many people like me; we were like children dressed as the same, clinging to those returning from punishment; we all had that bitter taste of despair on our palates.

'It has already happened, since there is no escape from fate, then let's play the same game!'

A few rhyming words spilled out of my tongue as I made my way to the alcohol-smelling area. I fell here because of the raki, and it would be more poetic if the rest came from the raki family.

Ok, I gathered my courage, but I did not look around. I began to follow the movements of the Fallen, who were walking in groups.

"Tiddly LVL 1"

First, I started by observing these types, and my eyes were on the mobs sitting in a team of three.

These mobs stood still and summoned people who came within a certain distance to their side. If it were otherwise, they would quickly get up and walk towards them. Of course, some attacked the Fallen, as I had witnessed before, but no matter what they did, they were never more than enslaved and exhausted.

"So be it; we didn't sell our dreams!"

The Tipsy Fallen had caught one person. The most deranged three immediately began to speak, launching what I called Emotional Binding.

"What should we do? We did not become big men, boy!"

The mob on the other side spoke up, and the veins on the forehead of the person who had to listen to them gradually became visible.

"Are you a scumbag like us, who has been swept away by life?"

This word was the final blow; the victim slowly fell to the ground due to the three-stage Emotional Binding attack. A few seconds later, as he vanished into nothingness, the Fallen would take another sip from their wine bottle.

'These are very dangerous, they always stand side by side, and their attack speed is quite high!'

The words that came out of my mouth reflected the thoughts in my brain, these men were a danger, and I didn't stand a chance.

"Lush LVL 1"

I took these mobs to my next target, and the reason was that I couldn't see a synchronization between them even though they were traveling together. They were thrown in a large cluster, spread out over a wide area, their heads scattered, taking steps almost as if they were about to fall to the ground.

Thanks to the Impatient Fallen, it wasn't long before I saw them attack. Because a group of four were running towards Lush, who was a little separated from the crowd as if they had reached a consensus.

I held my breath and waited to see what would happen. The team was rapidly approaching their goal. Something unique occurred with ten steps, five steps, two steps left. Incapable of keeping his head up, the Fallen suddenly turned to them, as if commanded, and burps in a way that stunned even me inside the shield.

Falling, he opened his mouth and sent a dense mass of breath towards the attacking people. The disappearance of the victims would be quick. It was an area attack by the mob, which knocked four people out in one shot.

Ex out another target; the Fallen named Lush. What could I do alone against the rival that four people could not cope with?

"Drunk LVL 1"

I have only one chance left. I was chasing men walking around with their hands on each other's shoulders or leaning against each other. I waited until one of the two mobs left their mate to attack the person coming towards them.