Chapter 53: Nonbeliever...
"Damn..." Malon was the first to speak. He was impressed, but surprised at the same time.
"Good on ya'... red-skin." A few more voices sounded.
"Err... good."
"Hah, bastard deserved it."
Tyr exhaled as he pulled his hand to his side. Out of nowhere, he scoffed and then chuckled. Before he knew it, his snickering had turned into a silent laugh.
"He deserved it alright," Tyr said, crouching and retrieving the keychain from the guard's pocket.
Right now, Tyr felt for the first time almost no repercussions of killing someone. Maybe it was because it was a moosh instead of a human, but Tyr didn't believe that to be the case.
Instead, he felt this douche warranted his death more than any other person Tyr had killed...
He tossed the keys over to Malon, who caught it with a puzzled look. "W-why?"
"So you can get out. You're gonna be in here for 3 more months, right?"
Malon smiled, "Thank you, Tyr," He stated genuinely, staring into Tyr's eyes before looking to the side, "Good thing I had a plan for an exact situation like this."
"Oh?" Tyr raised his brows, "What's that?"
Before Malon could reply, another voice echoed through the halls.
"Alright! It's time for an inmate to be released. It's your lucky day, Tyr Evolion!" The voice was rough, just like the first guard that came in.
This new guard scanned the cells, "Hahah!" He broke out into a chuckle: "Seems La did a good job feed ye' huh?" He barked, noticing all the green-stained individuals in the cells.
"Speaking of which, where is that bastard?" The guard said as he made it to Tyr's cell.
He looked around, "He should be here somewhere..." He furrowed his brows as he put a key in the cell lock outside of Tyr's cell.
"Right here!" A loud voice came from the distance. A tall moosh was making his way down the hall back to where Tyr and the guard were.
The moosh in the distance was dressed just like a normal guard--no difference from this far away at first glance.
Tyr was let out of his cell, "Follow me." The guard said before turning and making his way out in the same direction he came from the dungeon.
The food cart guard followed them from behind.
As soon as they made it outside, the food-cart guard karate-chopped the shit out of the guard in front using a fungi shield, knocking him out cold.
"He'll be out for a few days at least." The food cart guard exclaimed, taking off his armor and throwing it into some mushroom bushes.
"Ahh~!" Malon sucked in his first fresh breath of air in weeks. "I told you I had a plan. Hahaha!" He laughed as the two made their way into the city streets.
The dungeon was nothing more than a downwards-leaning dirty staircase leading into the ground. It had surprisingly little defense on the outside.
It let right into the city, placed in front of a mansion or large estate that resembled a big mushroom with several windows and rooms inside of it.
Tyr took out his room tablet, "Hmm..." He said under his breath.
Malon looked over, "An expensive one... just for you?"
"Oh... I've come here with my Hunter Squad. We are all staying at this flat."
"Ah, I see."
"Speaking of which, I have to get my Hunter Class tested before going back there. You know where that is?" Tyr asked, putting the tablet back into his pocket.
Sometimes one could get their Hunter Class reassigned at a basic guild, but other times you would have to go to a cleric or priest of the city.
"Sure! Follow me. I have nothing to do anyways apart from this." Malon kindly gestured, leading the way.
From Malon's reaction, it seemed to be one of the latter options which was the case in this city.
On their walk, many citizens waved kindly and greeted Malon. It was increasingly surprising just how many mooshs seemed to have smiles on thier faces when seeing the guy.
Malon never ignored them either, always replying with a small nod and a smile or a few kind words to acknowledge them.
'He's like a stark contrast to this brother...' Tyr thought to himself as he arrived at a large Mycelia church.
"Here it is!" Malon exclaimed, looking up at the large structure.
It was made of fungal wood with a mushroom top, large with pointy roofs leading up to the shroom on top. The building itself was slender and tall. The entrance had a long flight of stairs which people were constantly ascending and descending.
"Wow... so what is your people's God?" Tyr questioned as he and Malon climbed the stairs, their heads tilted upwards taking in the magnificent view.
"Who? Well, Mother Gaia of course. She is the universal God of all, and especially of those societies who worship plants and natural life."
"And you guys are made from the shit, so I guess that makes sense," Tyr replied in a joking tone.
Malon cast a curious gaze at Tyr, "You aren't a believer?"
Tyr smirked, "Not quite yet..." He joked.
"Not even of any God?"
"Nope."
Malon was slightly taken aback, "Wow... I've never met one of you."
"Really?" Tyr was also confused on hearing that, "How so? Isn't half the population atheist or something?"
"What? How could that be when the proof is everywhere." These words from Malon were innocent but took Tyr aback.
'Wait... thats right. This is a new world. There could be proof of a God that I didn't see while on Earth. Then again, it wasn't like I did my research there either.'
"Not believing is silly. It's for the suicidal and nihilistic." Malon chuckled as Tyr paused, allowing him to continue, "There are many, many Gods of varying order, creed, and hierarchy. We worship those whom we know most about, but they are undoubtedly real. How do I know?
Well, how else do you explain the Ancestral Abilities of the strongest beings to ever grace Subworld being from the Gods themselves."
"W-what? They are actually given by the Gods?" Tyr questioned, confused.
"No no, it's just the case that their ancestry of blood goes all the way back to contact one of these Gods. Everyone's ancestry does... but only those most blessed, or those most lucky, or even those most cursed, have their Ancestral Abilities go back into Godhood--their original ancestry."
"I see..." Tyr had a lot of thinking to do about this subject, but that was going to have to be postponed as the two had entered the church by now.