“No! No way!” The old lady became emotional. She runs out towards the crowd.

“What do you think you are doing! Leave my home alone!”

I follow her as she reveals herself. I am still unsure of what action to take.

“Ah, it’s the matron! Get her!” Some random chump in the crows yells as he points towards her.

It seems most people are just standing on the sidelines, but two men and two women move towards the matron. One of the men runs toward the old lady, as if to tackle her.

“OOF” I intercept him with a kick to the gut. His body bends and he makes a sound as if all the air was kicked out of him. I hope I don’t do any lasting damage.

“Fucker!” “What the hell” The other people who were advancing are yelling at me.

“Try to hurt innocent people and you… get hurt.” I try to say something menacingly, but I think it only ended up sounding stupid.

“Innocent?” The white robed man, who held the speech earlier stands in front of the crowd. He turns his face an attention to me.

“Have you not heard how we were punished for our sins? How no food was to be found in Berliso, and only after we took righteous action, was God appeased and our food returned!?” His speech is very tonal and effective.

“That was just a coincidence” I say. It really was. “Why else would it only happen to Berliso? Isn’t there alchemists and indecent establishments all over the place?”

“You dare say God acted on a mere whim! That God had not planned all? That God had not seen all and acted accordingly!? How dare you! We know now you are wicked, as if protecting these sinners were not proof enough!” Huh? I find myself overwhelmed. I have never been good at debates. The crowd starts jeering at me. Also, the God here didn’t really seem to be the omnipotent type. I mean, God was surprised that I was the one at the end of the labyrinth, right? And the power from the dungeon waned, so God must’ve needed to tap into that, right?

“Fuck you, I am stronger than all of you anyways” I can’t make my point with words, so I do so with might.

“You mean to say one man can stop the just crusade of the faithful? The faith makes strong! The faith unites us! All are powerless against God’s faithful! Get them!” He points exaggeratedly as he commands our seizing. A lot more people approach us this time.

I sigh. I don’t want to hurt these idiots, that are clearly just being misled. I rapidly punch 5 of them in the gut, of which all fall over. Some even puke.

“This idiot doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” I scream.

“What God thinks has nothing to do with who’s stronger, you will leave these people alone, or so help me God, I will punch every one of you!”

“This is clearly a great evil! Whoever so has arms available, do not hesitate to use them” A few of the men was carrying arms, but no women, resulting in six guys approaching, four with spears, two with swords.

Another sigh escapes me. This is the second time someone has called me a great evil. I hope it doesn’t become a trend.

“Really? I mean, didn’t you see how fast I moved? You can’t hope to do anything!” I try to talk them down. They seem a little scared, but the preacher riles them up again.

“He is merely trying to trick you with words! That proves he is scared you can hurt him! Go now, just warriors and show your faith through sword.” Okay, fuck this. I am seriously pissed off by now.

I create a spike and throw it right at the preacher’s head with some strength, but not all. ‘Take that, fucker!’ I think as it pierces his grinning face right through the skull.

“Aieee! He killed the priest!” Multiple screams are heard like that one.

This only seems to rile the armed men up further, as they charge in on me. I think they are all ordinary people. They move incredibly slow compared to some of the monsters I encountered at the lower levels. I dodge most of them, and give them a swift punch to their stomachs and disarm them, but my casual demeanor as one of the spearmen manages to make a jab connect at my sides. It doesn’t even penetrate me though. My guess is that those monsters toughened me up much more, by killing me in various ways each day for two years.

He has a look of ecstasy, that fades quickly, as he realizes he has only managed to hurt my sweater and shirt. Shit, the sweater was pretty expensive. I yank his spear, punch his gut… Then I kick him over the shin for good measure.

“Everyone, go the fuck home. Didn’t you do enough today, burning down this place already.” I turn to look at the brothel. Oh shit. The fire appears to have spread to an adjacent building, even when they were separated by a narrow alleyway.

“Shit, look at what you have done! Somebody get water!”

A few people from the crowd run, but most stand still. I hope they have some water nearby.