Infinite Paradise
Chapter 69 - 59 Who is the real gate type

Chapter 69: 59 Who is the real gate type

As the mission objectives became clear and precise, these old players with unique skills transformed into powerful assets, contributing greatly to the prosperity of Hinamizawa Village.

For example, Nabron, besides the occasional eating and resting, would wander around the village with both hands raised day and night, and even barge into the villagers’ homes, blatantly eavesdropping on their secrets right in front of their eyes.

If it were just invisibility, despite being invisible to the naked eye, he couldn’t hide his smell, and might even be accidentally bumped into. However, Nabron’s ability was not merely invisibility, but more accurately described as erasing all traces of his existence, be it his body or his scent. Even if someone walked right through his position, they wouldn’t detect his presence.

Yes, once he raised his hands, he was almost non-existent to the world around him.

Faced with this bug-like ability, no secret could be kept from him; he could see and hear everything the villagers did and said.

Even Elizabeth was outperformed by him.

Although Elizabeth could also become invisible, she could only ensure that she wouldn’t be seen by ordinary people. However, if faced with a highly perceptive master, her presence could easily be discerned.

But Nabron was not the ultimate master of stealth; the true master was Ding Zhen.

While helping Nikun set up drones and surveillance cameras, he also summoned a multitude of animal friends, causing significant trouble for the villagers of Hinamizawa.

First were the rats.

As is known, depending on the climate and terrain, the size of rats can vary. The rats here were not only large in size, but their biting force was formidable. According to Ding Zhen’s analysis, just seven or eight rats of this size, disregarding their own lives, could kill an unarmed adult human alive.

Yet, using only a Wanwan snow cake, Ding Zhen established a lifelong deep bond with the local rat pack.

Then, as night fell, the rat pack would leave their burrows to tear at the doors and windows of the village’s houses.

Next were the village dogs, quiet during the day but would start barking furiously at night, preventing the villagers from sleeping. They could only crawl out from their warm beds to check what was happening, and when they opened their doors, they would find barking dogs, door panels gnawed through by rats, and rats hurrying off.

What once seemed like a desire to kill the dogs now wavered.

The collaboration between the dogs and rats was seamless. The villagers thought the dogs barked because they saw the rats gnawing at their doors, but this was actually a diversionary tactic. As the villagers went out to check, another wave of rats secretly slipped inside the houses, continuing to destroy everything they could, especially in the kitchen and with the bedding.

When the villagers heard noises inside the house and returned inside, the dogs would start barking again, warning the rats and giving them time to escape the scene.

The dogs were visible, while the rats remained hidden, but just this one collaboration had the villagers crying out in despair and roaring continuously. With such incidents happening repeatedly throughout the night, the villagers’ emotions began to crumble.

They didn’t understand why the rats had suddenly started attacking the village, pondering whether they would have been bitten to death in their sleep if not for the early warning from the dogs.

Frightened by this thought, some people didn’t even dare to sleep.

And others couldn’t sleep even if they wanted to because their beds and bedding were chewed up by the rats, and even their windows were torn open. With cold wind rushing in, the inside temperature was nearly the same as outside, making it impossible to sleep.

This sudden rat plague filled the villagers with complaints and immense anger, but despite their myriad capabilities, they were helpless against the dark scourge of the rats.

Ding Zhen’s tactic was devastating to the villagers; although no villagers died in the chaos, some rats were, for not evading quickly enough in action, captured by the villagers, and made a valiant sacrifice.

But the rat infestation destroyed a large amount of the village’s houses, bedding, and food. For such a winter, it was nothing short of a disaster. Moreover, given the unrest, no one could sleep peacefully. In just two nights and days, the villagers’ expressions had already worn very thin.

"Chief, we can’t keep going like this, we must act quickly!"

The next morning, some villagers approached the chief and shared their thoughts.

The rat problem wasn’t going to be resolved in a short time. If they continued to delay, their lives would become more and more unbearable, especially since their food storage was already insufficient. They suggested starting their plan earlier and also obtaining a fresh supply of food.

After hearing everyone’s opinions, the chief’s dim old eyes gradually revealed a fierce gleam.

"Alright, since everyone is already impatient, let tonight be the start of a massacre feast... You few, go to the dungeon later and bring out all those Two-legged Sheep that are still alive. I will perform a ritual for them and then, let the Blood God witness our glory!"

"Let the Blood God witness our glory!"

"Let the Blood God witness our honor!"

Hearing this, everyone’s faces revealed a fervor, their eyes filled with a desire to kill.

Nobody noticed that, not far away in a corner, a rat was lying there, its front paws holding a camera, recording everything.

...

"Are they... converts?!"

Watching the frenzied, bloodthirsty eyes of the chief and the villagers on the screen, Gawain suddenly stood up, his expression changing from bland to extremely serious, and his two accompanying knights subconsciously clenched their swords, their eyes revealing an unprecedented killing intent and hatred.

Seeing in person always makes it easier for people to believe than merely words.

So the veteran players did not immediately put Le Cheng and Gawain in contact but waited until they had enough evidence to present the reality in front of Gawain. Of course, they didn’t anticipate, because of Ding Zhen’s drastic action, that the villagers would advance their killing plan, which also enabled them to record such a scene.

"What are converts?" asked Yaya curiously.

"You don’t know?" Gawain retorted. In fact, when this group of so-called Brotherhood members, carrying items he had never seen before, arrived and spoke in unintelligible language, his thoughts severely short-circuited, making him even more baffled as to why these people didn’t even know what converts were. Were they really from this world?

After a brief surprise, Gawain could not bother much with that and explained.

"Since the Catastrophe Legion came to this world, bringing endless terror and despair with their carnage, there were some who abandoned their original faith and dedicated their souls and lives to their magnificent god, Khorne, joining hands with the Catastrophe Legion... They call themselves converts."

"While the power of the converts is not as formidable as the Catastrophe Legion’s, they are better at hiding. They exist among both commoners and nobility, and even some of them have significant positions in the army and the Empire. Whenever they reveal themselves, it is always a shameless betrayal, often costing us tenfold or even a hundredfold in consequences..."

"These shameless traitors, they are more despicable than the Catastrophe Legion!"

Gawain said through gritted teeth. The Catastrophe Legion is indeed dreadful, but betrayal from one’s own people is even more unforgivable.