CHAPTER 41: 41 DON’T... STOP! (PLEASE FOLLOW!)

Mist Monastery·Third Commandment Hall, also known as the Alien Race Prison, is a special cell that houses dangerous alien seals.

The entire disciplinary hall is divided into nine major regions, each with its corresponding special sealing law.

The Second Region is the Deep Water Prison, the Third Region is the Prison of Darkness, the Fourth Region is the Molten Hell, and so on...

The First Region, where Valentina is held, appears to be plain, like an ordinary cell, but that’s just its facade.

Its real name is the "Endless Maze."

This half-plane has the largest area of all the regions, the combined total of the later regions.

It’s constantly changing the layout of its cells, cutting off the possibility of prisoners escaping from here.

One might say, as soon as you enter the Endless Maze, you’ve basically cut off the chance of leaving.

Herbert can move freely without hindrance entirely because of his status as the Prison Warden.

He just walks forward, without worrying about dead ends, as the paths automatically extend before him, creating a direct road to his destination.

Therefore, the key to leaving here is only one.

Don’t stop!

Of course, this trick doesn’t apply to everyone.

For those who inadvertently entered this place, the constantly changing and highly similar terrain lacks any pattern.

Either they have the power to destroy all obstacles and force their way through.

Or they simply walk through the maze obediently, maybe even getting lucky and finding the right way.

Or... truly come prepared.

The Fallen, whose face was hidden under a black hood, walked to a wall, pressing their slippery and sticky palm against their face.

Squelch.

With a sound that made one’s teeth ache, their body instantly became soft, collapsing to the ground, transforming into a puddle of fishy-smelling black liquid within a few breaths.

That slime-like liquid showed no trace of its original body, vaguely exuding a special vibrant life force.

It wriggled, adhered to the wall, slowly seeping through the cracks and emerging on the other side, reuniting as one.

The entire wall was left untouched, with only a long blood-like mark on the ground where both sides met.

This whole action seemed slow, but the speed of the process was actually quite astonishing, taking less than ten seconds to pass through a wall.

After confirming the first successful attempt, the liquid’s wriggling sped up, almost as if it was running, pouncing towards the next wall.

Squelch.

Squelch.

It bounced, breaking through layer upon layer of walls, swiftly moving forward.

Straight towards the barrier leading to the next region.

.

.

["Oh, so that’s what’s going on~"]

After understanding the reason for Herbert’s shock, Nenasha sighed and remarked: ["You don’t even spare fish, you humans really aren’t picky eaters!"]

"Stop right there, don’t generalize!"

Herbert expressed dissatisfaction with her attack on his entire group, protesting: "He’s not picky, not everyone is picky!"

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Refusal to generalize everyone in one stroke.

["Heh."]

Nenasha sneered, ignoring his resistance, and retorted: ["Aren’t you also not picky? Clearly, you are attracted to all of them... hmm hmm~"]

"How’s that the same? Do I like their race? Am I pursuing this forbidden and taboo feeling?"

"No, I’m not!"

Herbert snorted coldly, feeling no hypocrisy in his words, and openly expressed: "I like their appearance!"

No more pretending, I’ll lay it out on the table.

I just like those who look good!

So what?

I am indeed a barbarian!

"I don’t like just any demon or alien race, if an ugly one comes out, I definitely won’t be tempted, not even giving a second glance!"

["Really?"]

"Absolutely!"

["Then let me ask you, if there’s a demon with a soft fluffy tail, would you like it?"]

"...That’s a bonus, ahem, that’s another matter."}

["Heh, as expected of an ally of mine, your shamelessness really pleases me."]

Mocked sarcastically by Nenasha, Herbert didn’t take it to heart.

It’s just how it is, analyzing each case specifically.

What universal formula adapts to all situations?

"But speaking again, if he wasn’t seduced by you, did he really fall on his own?"

Having experienced Nenasha’s influence himself, he instinctively attributed all the desecration in the Mist Monastery to her doing.

Naturally considering that Desecrator as a poor guy influenced by an Evil God who fell so low as to target a grass carp.

Having let him off so many times before was actually partly due to sympathy, not wanting to make things hard for a fellow traveler.

But looking back now... hey!

You’re not one of my own?

Then does he... actually like fish?

"Well, respect, not understanding, but blessings."

In any case, wish you and your next fish wife happiness and health.

Just please don’t show up in front of me again.

Herbert increasingly felt that sneaking to the Alien Race Prison here in the middle of the night was a very correct move, a stroke of genius!

He felt the surrounding darkness, having a feeling of being home, taking a long, deep breath.

With these prisons for protection, no one can hurt him!

And he wouldn’t want to hurt anyone.

Not to mention hurting, he wouldn’t even see them.

"...Alright, since you still don’t want to see me, I’ll just come back next time." Herbert shook his head, once again announcing failure in his dark exploration.

Herbert walked for quite some time, continuously circling around the vampire, unable to find the way to the next region.

Yes, although Svanni did not change the ground, she successfully hid herself off the path.

No matter how confident, one needs a road beneath them to not get lost.

"Nenasha, can you find her position?"

["Can’t do it~ I’m still too weak!"]

"Eh, alright then."

Forget it, let’s see if Miss Vampire has behaved a bit, then go back and chat with Miss Hungry Dragon.

Herbert was about to head back when the mischievous Evil God suddenly let out a confused exclamation.

["Oh?"]

Herbert grumbled in annoyance: "What is it this time?"

["I say... the Fallen you’ve mentioned, isn’t he covered in slime, smelling fishy?"]

"He probably is, that kind of feeling... huh?"

Herbert’s eyes widened dramatically, looking back at the seemingly unremarkable darkness behind him.

Could it be!?

["Yes~ he’s charging towards you~"]

"What the hell!!?"

You really want to make a move on me!

He’s followed me here!?

Stay away from me—