701. The Isolation of Seer’s Town

701. The Isolation of Seer’s Town

Seer’s Town was worse than what Frost had in mind.

Her prior reconnaissance from the mountains did not prepare her enough for what resided within.

Aside from the filthy walkways and the grim atmosphere of the town, she had at least expected the trafficking to be kept under the wraps. Instead, from the moment she set foot into the town, she was greeted by countless cages, wagons, and stalls selling people from the standard Demi-Human to even humans themselves.

Slaves were hosed down every few hours to clean them from feces. Only the most exceptional of slaves were either kept in chains or leashes and worked as servants. The latter were lucky enough to have access to a washroom.

Frost couldn’t believe the humiliation the slaves endured.

Despair hung thick in Seer’s Town. She arrived at a peculiar time as well. More than half of the town gathered by a wide well. A hand-cranked elevator had collapsed around thirty minutes prior to her arrival.

It made for an excellent distraction as she roamed every inch of Seer’s Town, entering shops where there were far too many golden hearts. Her harmless physique made it quite easy for her as well, but also made her a prime target for a potential future slave.

Figures stalked her as she stopped by various cages, inspecting Demi-Humans and silently probing into their memories for a better understanding of this place. She had noticed that Ankous were present too, which was why she had refrained from taking drastic action.

She took note of their positions and relayed it to Nav and another specific Alter Frost of hers.

< How will you approach this? >

I want to say scorched earth and burn everything down, but I can’t let a single Impuritas die by my hands. They’ll recognize the flames, and this’ll all be for nothing. But I have an idea.

Frost contemplated as she stared at a cat-eared Demi-Human. They shivered in fright but presented themselves in hopes of being bought out. The humiliation had a purpose. It was so that the slaves would be far more willing to be bought out.

Additionally, some would even see their master as their savior.

The Memento Mori are the only Impuritas Group here as far as I can tell. It’s annoying that I can’t see their hearts at all, aside from their intentions. They’re the first that need to go down. Once that happens, then there will be nothing left to stop me.

Impuritas lacked the ubiquitous spark of Light found in the hearts of all. With what they knew of the Light and how it was ultimately what allowed Corruption to take place, it made sense as to why they could not Corrupt in the first place.

I can’t imagine how it must feel, seeing people dressed so elegantly just to purchase a slave. I can sense so many more underneath this town as well. I know this world isn’t... like Earth, and I know this kind of shit happened in our past, but I still can’t believe it.

She eventually parted with the girl and headed for the nearest tavern. Coincidentally, it sat close to the center of the town much to her thanks. Not that it would matter with what she had in mind.

Clinks of wooden mugs and music deafened the sound of a slave being slapped for having spilled a pint of beer. Eyes instantly moved to Frost as they watched her openly study the interior height of the two-storied tavern.

LEVEL : 271ORIGIN : TraumaATT : 3,750 (+1,500)MAG ATT : 3,750 (+1,500)ATT DEF : 3,000MAG DEF : 3,000AGI : 47RESIST : 125

Not to mention that the Hired Arm possessed every single one of Frost’s Active and Passive Skills.

It was only a shame that her Abilities did not transfer.

Frost’s ‘Devour’ ability was not just an Ability. It also came in the form of a Skill Mastery. The Hired Arm read Frost’s mind and obeyed her intention, moving to the man who tried to stop her earlier.

The Hired Arm lightly knocked on his back.

An entire hole was then removed in the blink of an eye.

< MASTERY: Omnipresent Maw >

< It devours all that it touches >

< EFFECT: Your punches will devour pieces of your target as if it were your all-consuming maw >

Frost required a second pair of hands to swiftly annihilate the Impuritas presence without alerting them.

“Amalgam Frost!” A voice called out from within as the tip of a large Isolation Sphere emerged from the portal. “A war-scaled Isolation Sphere is at your command! Sincerely, your Vermilion Moons!”

A red-haired Moon did the honors of installing it before Frost, saluting before disappearing without another word. Her Hired Arm had arranged this for her ahead of time. It was why she was sent into the Derma Layer in the first place.

And judging by the roars of machinery on the other side, Caldera Industries also seemed eager to be let loose.

“Big Frost. Devour all Impuritas you come across. I’ll help clear the surface, but I’ll head underground as soon as things are manageable. I’m detecting a bright light down there. Afterwards, you know what you must do.”

Heal, rescue the slaves, and more importantly, punish those who endorsed this place. They could try to run and hide, but now that there was an Isolation Sphere in play –

– There was no escape.

Frost placed a hand onto the cool surface of the Isolation Sphere and interfaced with it.

The portal sealed shut as the Hired Arm flourished her Justica Longarm, wielding it like a club.

“10x Relative Time. Handle it the same way as you did in the Triple Paw Complex. Round the slaves up when you’re done.”