Systemless in a Parallel World

Even if the bulky Blessed wanted to spend the night with the female server, he would have never forced himself onto her, or forcibly pulled her onto his lap. At least, he wouldn't have done that while they were still in the crowded room where everyone wanted to be with the female server, Sarah.

Nobody would believe him even if he were to attempt to explain himself and just assume he wanted her all for himself. It was not as if he could speak properly in his current state, either way.

He was too drunk to even form a coherent thought in his mind which was also why he didn't notice that his arms were still coiled around Sarah's waist.

Sarah was trying to remove the Blessed's arms from around her and apologize for the mishap but the strength of a Blessed with one Soulring was not something she could go up against.

Her expression and attempts to free herself were misunderstood by everyone, including the Innkeeper and his wife. They hadn't seen what happened and chose to intervene, thinking that the Blessed was about to force himself onto Sarah.

However, even before they could step out from behind the counter, more than ten Blessed jumped up from their chairs, pushing them over without a care.

"Whash do you tschink you are doing?!" One of the Blessed, drunk and barely able to stand properly, asked in an annoyed voice as he stepped closer to the table in the corner.

A few more Blessed joined their colleague, mumbling a few incomprehensible sentences as they approached the table of six in the corner.

"Our friend is drunk. He will release Sarah and apologize tomorrow once he is sober!" Phillip explained and tried to reduce the tension. He sobered up for a moment when he noticed that more than a dozen Blessed approached them angrily.

He forcefully tugged at the shoulder of the bulky Blessed back and grabbed hold of his collar before glaring into his wasted eyes.

"Get your fucking act together and let go of Sarah, Jens!"

Phillip used his entire force to pull Jens back but the bulky Blessed was stronger. He shook Phillip off like a grizzly bear and kept holding onto Sarah as if she was a precious treasure.

"She is mine!" He declared at this moment, resulting in more drunkards getting up from their places.

Everyone who had been openly gawking at her was slowly getting up. Most didn't even understand the situation and they swayed toward Phillip's table rather than walking over normally.

Everyone was drunk and it was quite obvious that it would be impossible to solve the situation without anyone being harmed.

A fight was about to break out, yet the Innkeeper was still able to maintain his calm.

'As long as nobody unsheathes their weapons you're fine with that?' Zayn wondered, squinting his eyes when he saw that the fists of two Blessed shot toward the head of Jens.

Jens was still smiling brightly with his arms coiled around Sarah. Drool mixed with alcohol was dripping down his mouth as he tried to pull Sarah closer, until the two fists smashed into his face, at least.

His head jerked back and his grasp around Sarah loosened a little. She freed herself with the help of four Blessed who had reached out for Jens' arms to pull them apart. Sarah rushed over to the counter where she broke down in tears. Sarah wept and apologized over and over again while holding tightly onto the Innkeeper's wife who tried to calm the distressed woman.

In the meantime, Jens' expression changed drastically. Droplets of blood trickled down his nose as he fixed his shirt and straightened his back.

He threw the Soulringless Blessed, who was still trying to hold him down, all over the place with his brute force before he got up from his chair. The chair fell over with a loud crash and burst into several pieces.

"You took my–..." Jens was just about to shout when more Blessed rushed forward, ready to take him down. They were still drunk but they knew what they were doing. Their instincts were telling them what they had to do!

At least that was what Zayn thought as he watched the fight that unfolded only a few meters away from him. It was quite interesting, but he had to control his facial expression to avoid suspicion.

He got up from his chair and put himself further away from the chaos while everyone was focused on the fight between the drunkards and Jens that had just begun.

All of a sudden, more Blessed got up from their chairs. They almost moved in sync which attracted Zayn's interest for a moment.

"I just got a system notification…your entire group has to be beaten into a pulp, otherwise, I will get punished by my God!" One of the least drunk Blessed announced all of a sudden and a bunch of drunk people nodded their heads while swaying forward.

"Oh…you toooo?"

"I hasch the same messaegee!"

Zayn stared at the Blessed for a few seconds, trying to understand what exactly was going on.

'Are the Gods playing politics? Taking revenge for the things Phillip's God made them do to the Undead Caves?'

He couldn't say for sure what was right or wrong but one thing was quite obvious…the Bar was about to turn into a bloody battlefield!

Everyone was slowly getting up from their chairs one after another and dozens of Blessed made their way toward the corner of the room where Phillip and his five bodyguards were being attacked.

Phillip and his people were the strongest combatants in the entire room and the amount of soul particles in their bodies was the highest. However, all of them were drunk and each of them would have to deal with more than ten opponents if they wanted to get out of the Adventurer Inn unscathed.

Zayn had long since found a nice spot, a bit farther from the mayhem and he was watching everything from the sideline. He was neither too far away from Phillip's table nor too close to get pulled in accidentally.

Despite being under the influence of alcohol, nobody used the powers they had been granted by their Gods right away and Zayn wondered why that was the case.

However, his attention was quickly drawn over to Phillip, whose presence had changed once again.

"Everyone…beat the shit out of them!" He commanded his people, giving them the permission they needed to drunkenly beat up everyone who dared to come their way.

But that was exactly what confused Zayn. Zayn was pretty sure that Phillip was unscrupulous and that he wouldn't bat an eye if everyone in this place would be killed.

Why didn't he start using his powers, or his people unsheathe their weapons, right now?

They wouldn't want to fight unarmed against ten times their numbers…or would they?

'Are their powers restricted…is that related to the System missions??...could that be…'

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