I am the God of Games

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Dragonfang

“Eleena, did you go visit that priest again?” The village elder who had been standing at the entrance of the village asked, seeing Eleena running back to the village.

“Yes I did, Elder!” Eleena answered happily.

“You better keep your distance from him, young lady,” the village elder advised sternly, “He’s too suspicious.”

“But Mister Xi Wei just healed Uncle Pierre yesterday..?” Eleena asked in confusion.

“Yes, and he didn’t even ask for one copper coin in compensation. If it were a priest from the city, the amount required for them to heal an injury of that degree would be at least 300 Rions!” The village elder explained patiently, nodding in response to her question. “This is why I don’t believe that he is a good person, child. Listen to me and don’t go seeing him anymore, alright child?”

The village chief who was over sixty years old could already be regarded as pretty long-lived in this world. His long years had made him more knowledgeable and experienced than the average villager.

If Xi Wei had asked for anything in return such as money or some young ladies from the village, he would not have been so worried, but this sort of person who seemingly wanted nothing in return was the most dangerous in his opinion.

In the past there had been such a person that had appeared in one of the nearby villages. He seemed amiable and approachable, helping the villagers to fix their buildings and do their farm work—it wasn’t a long time before he was accepted by the innocent villagers.

In a twist of events, that man turned out to be a fanatic cult member of an evil god. While he was gaining the trust of the villagers, he used nearly a year’s worth of time to convert the village into a sacrificial platform, killing all the villagers and sacrificing their flesh and blood overnight!

When the militia had arrived, the originally lively and thriving village was reduced to a grotesque scene of corpses consumed by the subordinates of the evil god…

The village elder was one of the members of the militia back in the day, and he could never shake the hellish image from his head in his entire life.

“Mister Xi Wei isn’t as bad as you say he is!” Eleena refuted, pouting indignantly.

The village elder was going to say something, before a sturdily built young man rushed over in a panic.

“Village elder, I have bad news!” The young man shouted, panting as he tried to catch his breath. “Our hunting team found a pile of fresh Dragonfang dung in a forest not far away from our village! Pierre said that the slaugh—” he cut himself off, noticing the young girl standing nearby.

Changing his words quickly, he continued, “The incident that happened at Hawkes village might have been done by this Dragonfang, and now it migrated to this area! It might set its sights on us…”

Not knowing what a Dragonfang was, Eleena tilted her head curiously, listening into the conversation.

“What?!” The village elder exclaimed, the wrinkles on his forehead growing deeper with worry.

A Dragonfang was an extremely fierce and bloodthirsty creature that was somewhere between a wild animal and a magical beast. Its size was twice that of tigers and lions, with monstrous strength that could kill a boar with one blow. Growing on its tail were large, sharp bony spikes shaped like a dragon’s teeth. Even a team of hunters wouldn’t be able to put a scratch on it.

Even more worrying was the fact that these cunning and cruel monsters absolutely adored the taste of humans, especially their brains. That was the reason why they often snuck into villages to prey on the young and the weak, using the bony spikes on their tails to crack open their skulls and feast on their brains while they were still fresh; all while leaving farm animals alive.