Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game

Before Yang Qiu returned to Earth, Wagner was still having his men affix their thumbprints on the contract.

When Mia stepped out of the hall in a rush, she noticed that there were increasingly more undead in the town hall courtyard, which surprised her quite a bit.

Within Weisshem, she could be considered an "elder" of the "Taranthan faction." Besides Mr. Rex, Hal, and the others, she was probably the most familiar with the Taranthan undead and understood them best.

In Mia's eyes, the Taranthan undead weren't repulsive and, in fact, were comforting to her.

They were the fairest creatures she had ever encountered. Even when they asked her for help with sewing clothes, these undead would pay her with sugar cubes.

They were also the most just beings she had ever known. Her colleagues could stand confidently in the light of day because the undead had destroyed the old order in Weisshem.

"The last time the undead appeared here in large numbers, Mr. Pitt and the others were captured. Have enemies come to Weisshem again?" Mia thought to herself as she flashed a friendly smile at the undead "looking" at her.

She was not the slightest bit afraid of these undead. Mia firmly believed that these undead were fighting to protect civilians like her.

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During the second expedition quests, players had confirmed that human civilian NPCs would not give out quests (many players had criticized the previous quest announcement as false). So, no one bothered Mia or the other male and female clerks who were identified as civilians by Identify.

Mia seemed to gain strength from the friendly responses of the undead. She left the town hall, lifted the hems of her skirt, and rushed toward the town's main street.

Once Hal and his former bandit brothers were done with their business at the militia headquarters, they returned to their posts on the main street of the town. Due to the sudden departure of all the undead, they stood around idly, chattering away.

Mia rushing over caught Hal's eye. He found a random excuse to leave the ongoing hypermarket construction site and pulled Mia aside to ask, "What did Yang say?"

"Mr. Lord says there's no need to disclose the person's crime, just arrest the perpetrator on the pretext that he was reported for old deeds," Mia said firmly.

"Alright, I'll go arrest the person." Hal nodded, turning around and preparing to inform his comrades. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned back and warned Mia sternly, "Don't tell anyone that I was the one that discovered this, got it?"

"It concerns that lady's reputation, so I won't tell anyone, of course," Mia gave her word right away, then added in slight puzzlement, "Mr. Hal, you uncovered some hidden illegal activity; isn't that a good thing? Why are you—"

"Shut up, ugly freak, mind your own business!" Hal suddenly turned menacing.

Mia hurriedly covered her mouth.

Hal gave Mia another threatening glare and then strode off.

Mia patted her chest in relief afterward… Hal was frightening indeed!

"Hal, what's going on?"

Hal had left in a rather relaxed manner but returned with an air of hostility, causing Tuttle to become solemn.

"Nothing. Yang had that ugly freak run errands to convey a message, asking us to go arrest someone," Hal said impatiently. "That bastard keeps ordering us around."

Tuttle just nodded and said, "Well, we have nothing better to do, so let's go."

"It's just to arrest a small fry; we don't all need to go." Hal waved irritably. "Jerome, you're coming with me."

Tuttle didn't think much of it and sat back down. They were in charge of a lot of tools at their construction site, and someone had to keep an eye on things.

Hal led Jerome along the street undergoing construction and soon spotted their target.

Jerome hadn't even been able to react when he suddenly saw Hal roll up his sleeves and rush into the crowd of workers who were busy at work. He grabbed the shoulder of a skinny male townsperson, violently threw him to the ground, and kicked him with full force.

The temporary workers, who were engaged in plastering and wall mending, were all stunned.

The clerk in charge of this construction site was also shocked. It was only after seeing Hal use his two big feet to kick the poor and weak man into a miserable state that she reacted in a panic, rushing over and asking, "What's going on, Mr. Maxwell?"

"This guy has committed a crime, and I'm here to arrest him!" Hal raised his hand to stop the clerk from approaching. He kicked the man again forcefully, then bent down to grab the collar of the frail man's clothes. He lifted him up like a chicken and held him high for all the townspeople present to see. "Everyone, take a good look. This bastard is Jesse Taleroms, am I right? I didn't make a mistake, did I?"

"Yes, yes, it's Jesse," a townsperson who seemed to be related to him replied, both shocked and fearful. "Sir, what has he done?"

Hal, acting as the thug he was, glared fiercely at Jesse, who was being held up by the collar. He shouted angrily, "You've committed a crime, you scum! Do you want me to speak for you, or will you confess on your own?"

Held up by the collar with his feet off the ground, Jesse couldn't even breathe properly, and his face turned red. Of course, he couldn't say a word…

"Damn you, still daring to be stubborn at this point!" Hal angrily shook Jesse a couple of times, causing Jesse's eyes to roll back. Even the one who had spoken up for him regretted it now…

The puzzled clerk, filled with questions, was about to ask something when she saw Hal lift Jesse up high again, spinning him around to display him to all present. "Look at the character of this scumbag. Everyone, take a good look! If anyone else wants to commit a crime, go ahead, but be careful not to get caught! Once caught, I won't let you have a good ending!"

The clerk shut her mouth.

Among the "Taranthan faction," Hal had the worst temper and was the most violent. Since Hal had made it clear that he didn't want to disclose this person's crimes, the clerk had no reason to ask.

The townspeople were extremely curious about what Jesse had done. However, since Hal, a thug who didn't seem like someone you could ask about things, was handling the situation, they exchanged glances and no one dared say a word.

Hal, not content with just showing this construction site, continued to hold the pale-faced Jesse and ran through the construction sites on the entire town's main street. As soon as he stepped in one, he would shout loudly that Jesse Taleroms had committed a crime, ratted out, and would be taken to the militia headquarters. He warned the other townspeople to be cautious.

Jerome followed behind Hal throughout the whole process, looking bewildered and having no idea why Hal was acting so irrationally.

Having run through the entire street, Hal disdainfully tossed the barely conscious Jesse to Jerome. "Take him to the militia headquarters and let Finley give this guy a taste of suffering."

"Um… Hal, what exactly did this guy do?" Jerome mustered up the courage to ask.

"How would I know? If you want to know, go ask Yang!" Hal glared back.

Without saying a word, Jerome clamped Jesse under his arm and dashed away.

"Nosy!" Hal scoffed and swaggered back.

As he passed by a certain construction site, a woman wearing a linen cloth around her waist and covered in mud eyed him eagerly as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Hal acted as though he hadn't seen her, striding past in his tough thug demeanor.

After Hal had walked quite a distance, the woman lowered her head and bowed slightly.

People at various construction sites whispered about Jesse Taleroms' incident. In the eyes of the townspeople, Jesse was an inconspicuous, quiet, and honest person. Everyone was puzzled by how such an honest person like Jesse could have gotten into trouble.

Before long, a large number of undead, wielding swords and clamoring loudly, passed through the town's main road. This quickly diverted the townspeople's attention, and they soon forgot about the unremarkable Jesse, speculating on what these undead were up to.