Chapter 865
Chapter 865
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 865
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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Decennial Festival.
Just hearing the name makes it sound a bit vulgar, but this grand event is held once every ten years in the capital of the Yustria Empire. It's a celebration to give thanks for the past decade and pray for peace in the next.
Officially, the Decennial Festival is only in the imperial capital, but its influence doesn't stop there. Many cities and villages across the empire hold their own festivals in imitation. It's for the common folk who can't make it to the capital for various reasons—they at least want to soak in the festive atmosphere.
Everyone's buzzing with excitement.
Even Red Mist Castle in Zone 601, where A-Plan Legion had set up base—far from the empire proper—could feel the festival's ripple effects.
Travelers passing through Zone 601, merchants, exiles, and all sorts—they were all caught up in the hype. Step into any inn or tavern, and you'd spot people chattering about the Decennial Festival without fail. Everyone was looking forward to it.
In a way, it might be the last one.
This place was God's Atlantis. A gambling table crafted for the gods' amusement. Atlantis could end before the next Decennial Festival even arrived.
"Yu-jin."
I was peering out the window, gauging the village's mood, when Kang Myeong-jin approached.
"Sorry to ask, but could you step in as A-Plan's master and lead things for a bit?"
"Heading out?"
Kang Myeong-jin nodded.
"Got somewhere to be. Planning to link up in the imperial capital, but I might run a little late."
"A commission?"
"Came in urgently."
Legions handle all sorts of jobs. Ruling a zone brings steady AP and pennies, but that's not enough to grow. Legions raid new zones or take commissions for cash and AP.
"Festival-related? I could handle it."
I tossed out the insincere line to test the waters. Kang Myeong-jin shook his head.
"I know how much you've done for the legion. This one's on me. Just keep the group together while I'm gone."
I had a pretty good idea.
Kang Myeong-jin was after one of the original story's fateful encounters. Unfortunately, I had no clue what it was. The novel often glossed over them like, 'While the legion rested, Kang Myeong-jin diligently moved about and claimed his opportunity.' There were quite a few like that.
So, not some insanely great one.
I flashed Kang Myeong-jin a grin.
"Sub-master's job is to lead when the master's away. Don't worry—just go."
"I can count on you. Let me pass on some tips."
Kang Myeong-jin rattled off precautions for heading to the capital and insider info on the Decennial Festival. About half I already knew.
Kang Myeong-jin left Zone 601 a step ahead.
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Our destination: Zone 2,255, the Yustria Empire's capital on the Yustria Isles.
The kicker? You couldn't teleport there with space-move scrolls—not Zone 2,255 or the surrounding areas. Especially during the festival, security expands the no-go radius even further.
So, we had to hoof it to the isles. That's why Kang Myeong-jin asked me to handle the legion. It could get dicey.
Plan was simple.
Teleport as close as possible with scrolls, then hire carriages for the rest.
Group totaled seven, me included: Lee Min-jeong, Ji Young-bin, Lilsne, Yoo Seo-hee, Yoo In-ha, Joo Seo-hyun.
We left out Kim Man-gi, our admin specialist. He hated crowds. Plus, he stayed back as backup—zones could get snatched or rebel if left empty.
"Oh no..."
I muttered with feigned dismay. The legion members' stares burned.
"Really no carriages left at all?"
"Yes... sorry. Our stable's completely empty. Not a single carriage or horse."
We'd come to rent carriages, but zilch—not even a horse. Others had scooped them up already.
"...Any idea about other stables?"
"Same story everywhere. Festival season—tons of people renting horses and carriages. Probably the same in nearby towns."
I sighed. No comfy carriage ride to the capital.
We stepped outside and saw others heading in.
"Not a single horse or carriage?!"
"Sorry, sir. With the Decennial Festival..."
Screams echoed from the stable; the owner was sweating bullets explaining. We weren't the only ones.
"...Heard that? We'll have to walk. Plenty of time—should make it in a week."
"Sure! Walking sounds fun and scenic!"
Yoo Seo-hee chirped brightly. The others nodded. They got it—no choice.
"......"
But Joo Seo-hyun shot me a grumpy look. Annoyed, I thumbed the remote in my pocket.
"Hngh?!"
Her chastity belt activated—the dildo inside her pussy started vibrating. Joo Seo-hyun's back arched slightly. She bit her lip hard, steadying shaky legs.
"J-Joo Seo-hyun-ssi?! You okay?!"
Ji Young-bin freaked; others gawked in surprise. Only Yoo Seo-hee seemed to get it, flashing a knowing half-smile.
"...I'm fine."
Joo Seo-hyun glared daggers at me, straightening up. Acting tough, but that pussy was getting churned inside.
I glanced at her, then at Lee Min-jeong.
High schooler just last year, now a full adult. But she still seemed uneasy in ways that belied it.
In the original, her Kang Myeong-jin dependency eased up, and she brightened...
I pondered the divergences. Biggest? Me. No original Kang Myeong-jin harem because of me. Lee Min-jeong wasn't getting the care from other heroines she needed.
Kang Myeong-jin didn't fuss over her much. She handled her duties fine.
Lee Min-jeong craved his love, but he had zero interest in romance. She was the only close woman clinging to him now, and he could manage her.
"Walking okay? We could rent an oxcart. Slow and shabby, but usable."
"...No, it's fine."
Lee Min-jeong murmured softly. Even after all this time, she still eyed me warily.
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En route to the isles, a downpour hit.
Exiles don't stop for a little rain. But thunder, lightning, and gale-force winds snapping saplings? Different story.
Not scared of the weather—scared of monsters exploiting it. Special ones appear only in this crap, so better wait it out.
We ducked into a nearby rundown church to escape the storm.
Krarung! Boom boom!
Thunder roared. Only Lee Min-jeong flinched and shivered. Yoo Seo-hee soothed her.
Thud thud thud!
I knocked on the church's weathered wooden door. Footprints on the ground showed others inside; I sensed movement deeper in.
"Anyone there?!"
Creeeak.
The door swung open. A middle-aged man in a black pastor's robe. Wrinkled face, kindly smile.
"Soaked to the bone. If you're sheltering from the rain, welcome. Come in."
"...Excuse us. We'll donate to the church—got some decency."
"Haha, won't refuse. As you see, it's falling apart... needs repairs. I'm Domenico, the pastor and caretaker."
"Sung Yu-jin, sub-master of A-Plan Legion."
"A-Plan Legion... Ah, the hot new one lately."
"You know us?"
"Travelers often stay here. Heard from them."
We reached the chapel. Spacious. Giant cross on the front wall, folks huddled in corners drying wet clothes by a fire.
About 30 total with us. More than expected.
They eyed us warily; we returned the favor.
"Sorry, but please stay here. Want to give rooms, but... they're under repair. Only the chapel's intact."
"No problem. Shelter enough—thanks. Campfire okay?"
"Fine. Health matters more than chapel rules. Just keep quiet."
"Yes, pastor. Will do."
I handed him a coin pouch. He accepted with a smile, no check.
"I'll whip up some simple food."
The pastor addressed everyone and stepped out. We claimed a clean wall spot, piled broken chair bits in the center. Crackle—lightning from my hand sparked the fire.
We hung wet outerwear to dry.
"Yu-jin-ssi, folks here seem curious. Mind if I chat 'em up?"
"Go ahead."
Ji Young-bin rose. Affable guy—chatted easily with strangers. Most warmed to him.
I glanced at Yoo Seo-hee. She'd been fidgety. Not the men's stares—post-succubus, she reveled in those.
"Seo-hee-ya. What's up?"
I called; she startled.
"J-Just... feeling uneasy since earlier. This church... gives me the creeps."
"Succubus in a church?"
"Maybe...?"
Yoo Seo-hee looked doubtful. Plausible—Atlantis had gods, so holy power existed. Demons hating churches? Natural. She stared at the fire, calming herself.
Yoo In-ha meditated eyes closed; Lee Min-jeong guarded from a corner.
Elf Lilsne pretended to watch the fire but kept peeking at me.
Joo Seo-hyun silently dried her soaked coat. Top and bottoms clung tight, outlining her huge tits' curves. Blank face, but water droplets from black hair looked sexy.
"Joo Seo-hyun."
"...What?"
She narrowed eyes, wary—not colleague-like.
"Let's talk. Just us."
"...No need for private. Say it here."
"Sensitive stuff. Here if you want."
I smirked; her face scrunched perfectly.
"Fine. Private talk. Whatever it is."
I led her out the chapel's back door—front risked bumping folks.
Outside, a small shed detached from the main building. We dashed through rain; roof holes let drips fall inside.
"So, this 'private talk'?"
Joo Seo-hyun snapped.
"You know. A talk with our bodies, obviously."
I stripped naked; she grimaced.