[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-quitting-everything-and-selling-cola":3,"chapter-i-m-quitting-everything-and-selling-cola-i-m-quitting-everything-and-selling-cola-chapter-60":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I’m Quitting Everything and Selling Cola",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},223486,492,"Chapter 60","i-m-quitting-everything-and-selling-cola-chapter-60",60,"\u003Cp>Chapter 60. Witch × Young Lady (5)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark mages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The End Order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Public enemy of the continent who serve the eight evil gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeds of evil who find joy in fire and ashes, discover life's value in screams and bloodshed, and sing only of the apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They offer humans as sacrifices to create 'Altars,' cast powerful curses, and\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if that weren't enough, they're madmen who release the evil gods' Minions into the world through 'rituals'...... but.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This public perception was entirely an unfortunate misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The End Order certainly praises the apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the apocalypse isn't actually that bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's the process of escaping a world built on falsehood and heading toward the gate of truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defining the apocalypse as evil is because corrupt rulers cannot let go of the greed in their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human sacrifice is the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans are originally born from earth and return to dust ephemerally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, souls offered to the 'true god' enjoy immortal glory in the true world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For unbelievers, what could be more gracious than this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that sense, summoning through 'rituals' was the greatest grace the Order could bestow, a door-to-door offering service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbelievers who lost their lives to Minions summoned through rituals were processed as no less than 'offerings.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, if one 'servant' killed a thousand unbelievers, it meant a thousand unbelievers were saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this harsh world, only the End Order was filled with such philanthropy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Order's Archbishop, Hamel also possessed the mercy to pity sinners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the witch currently igniting flames before his eyes and massacring monsters was a different story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witch of the Western Border, Isolde Blackwood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was pure, unmitigated evil with no room for salvation whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 'grand plan' that Priest Gerak had prepared for five years in the Labyrinth Demon Realm was to judge that wicked witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The 'Witch' who has persecuted faithful believers for hundreds of years will finally pay the price today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The method wasn't difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monsters spawned in large quantities during Red Moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the witch always headed to the abyss alone without forming a team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excluding her main body's strength, she was full of openings with ample room to exploit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is something unclear? Archbishop Hamel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, certainly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Order's information, the witch was a 9th Rank alchemist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An expert who could easily suppress mere Crisis Class monsters rampaging and still have power to spare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Archbishop Hamel couldn't face her head-on, which was why he was resorting to such tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, watching the witch handle monsters swarming over several hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At most. 8th Rank, no, 7th Rank? It can't be this level.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current witch was clearly weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to see as the work of a terrifying villainess—Hamel could suppress her without much difficulty right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is she hiding her power?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she noticed the Order's plan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she was conserving power in preparation, it seemed plausible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was another reason Hamel harbored such suspicions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman of marriageable age roasting corn by a campfire while the witch massacred monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who is the woman beside the witch? Someone the Order planted?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's not a special surveillance target. She wasn't on the persons of interest list either. Perhaps she just happened to accompany her......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An extra who was neither an Order member, surveillance target, nor person of interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that such a person happened to be accompanying the witch was most suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had the witch stopped the avatar summoning before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She used 'Life' to modify a colleague's circuits and sealed the avatar in that body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a terrible moment when decades of prepared aspirations ended ignominiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps Gerak's sudden unnatural death, the witch suddenly appearing at this location with an unidentified person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't it all hinting that the plan had gone awry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trial given by the great one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No problem. Prepare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a servant, trials were nothing to fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because it was Red Moon didn't mean monsters poured out endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should she say it felt like they poured out in regular cycles at about 30-minute intervals?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That she could think so leisurely was entirely thanks to Isolde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baaang! Baaang! Baaaang!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For six hours now, she'd been handling Transformers with overwhelming magic as soon as they charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked too easy, so it appeared like simple work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Penelope had been standing there, she would have become minced meat in less than 10 seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolde, who had seemed like quite an eccentric, was indescribably strong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her appearance was of course beautiful, but she meant the magic blooming from her fingertips was beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scattering sparks, heat distorting into metaphysical forms, and full-color flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exclamations naturally arose at how alchemy could be so beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penelope lowered her head to look at her small, white palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only 5th Rank......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power she'd longed for so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Unique Code 'Falling Petals.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized how insignificant that power was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realm Penelope had once looked up to as an insurmountable wall was such small, feeble power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Penelope might have just felt despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That the power she'd struggled so hard to obtain was so shabby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She might have felt pathetic helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only pure wonder and admiration arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt no self-loathing or helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning with her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, she couldn't just watch and copy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penelope wasn't a peerless genius, and as Isolde said, she was only slightly better than average, wasn't she?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, nevertheless, she captured it all in her eyes without missing anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The possibilities magic held, its infinite applications and beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could feel the limits of 'magic' she'd unknowingly defined peeling away layer by layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though there were no kind explanations, she might be receiving a 'lecture' she couldn't hear anywhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the surroundings became quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd cleanly suppressed the rampage of who-knows-how-many waves of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint sulfur smell drifted nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolde walked toward the camp with the campfire spread out, showing no signs of fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good work. I roasted the corn well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Penelope was about to offer the well-roasted corn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolde's body, about to receive the corn, suddenly moved like a beam of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pushed Penelope's shoulder hard, almost at a hitting level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ouch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain aside, since she'd pushed with her weight, Penelope fell on her bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isolde......? What are you do......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space twisted right before the flustered Penelope's nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolde's arm, caught in the twisted space, was crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh blood splashing upward reflected in Penelope's dilated pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolde's arm bouncing up, severed below the elbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, was that really an arm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was so tattered and twisted with what looked like beast bite marks all over that she couldn't properly discern it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arm spinning in the air disappeared into thin air before she could blink, as if someone had quickly swallowed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twisted space returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, Isolde's arm didn't return to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped from the grotesque wound as if muscle and bone had been forcibly twisted and torn off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It hurts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite an injury painful just to look at, Isolde didn't scream or panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She merely furrowed her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penelope, who'd jumped up, pulled out a handkerchief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll stop the bleeding. I don't know how, so tell me what to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Already handled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she said, faint green magic power wrapped around the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penelope deduced amid the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Isolde had pushed her away, Penelope only ended up with a bruise on her bottom, but because of that, Isolde lost an arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it a monster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could a 'Crisis' Class or higher monster perform such strange tricks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much of a surprise attack, it tore off that Isolde's arm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap, clap, clap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question was quickly resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boy walked out from that darkness, applauding dryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lady Witch, your senses haven't dulled. I was trying to eliminate the variable first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chillingly beautiful boy in white robes and dozens of people around him wearing white hoods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among nobles, there was probably no one who didn't know the identity of those wearing pure white robes and strange hoods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group all noble young masters and ladies were educated from childhood to absolutely never get involved with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dark mages......?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rather than such a derogatory term, there's a good substitute called End Order believers, lady.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lady my ass......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A curse flew from Penelope's mouth, who rarely spoke harshly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she knew that boy with an unrealistically beautiful appearance had just tried to turn Penelope into an unidentifiable lump of meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Separate from anger, fear crept in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The danger level of dark mages was on a level that made the 'Undertaker' seem like nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were beings who created 'realistic tragedy' incomparable to evil dragons or wicked witches in fairy tales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolde understood the danger more intuitively than Penelope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bishop Hamel, you didn't die. I definitely killed you then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shall we call it the power of steadfast faith? Ah, by the way, I'm an Archbishop now. I was promoted a few years ago. Compared to that, Lady Witch......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrible smile rose on his angelic lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've become quite shabby since I last saw you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To think your rank actually regressed. Have your circuits broken from living too long?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolde didn't answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was absolutely no reaction showing he'd hit the mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, what Hamel had observed so far was enough to gain certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever the reason, the ripples Isolde emanated, the level of magic she wielded, was 7th Rank level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this much preparation, even Hamel alone could toy with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, it doesn't matter. Talking with a witch like you for long might defile my soul anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolde looked back and moved her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic power arose and a small clover colony bloomed like a carpet at Penelope's feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ferrantier. Don't move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's Penelope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, you can't move from there. You can't run either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penelope bit her lips firmly and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This clover carpet seemed like some kind of protective measure but.......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even attempting to run meant it was dangerous enough that Isolde couldn't protect her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the second time recently getting caught up in an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Isolde lost an arm in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the opponents were dark mages said to be wickedly vicious, and the title was Archbishop no less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she didn't know the exact classification, the atmosphere suggested even Isolde couldn't guarantee victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just when things seemed to be going well lately, did the total amount of luck balance out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just when Cola seemed to be selling well, this mess happened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should she say it felt like looking at a pile of gunpowder stacked high with a bunch of carelessly thrown cigarette butts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Death,' which always felt distant, approached like a nasty joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well then, shall we begin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously with Hamel spreading his arms as if conducting, Isolde pulled out a catalyst from her Palette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not everyone deployed to the Demon Realm in preparation for Red Moon was a hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simple ratio, 'heroes' were the extreme minority, the absolute majority were adventurers living ordinary lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh, this is draining.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Breaking a sweat is fine. They say it used to be life or death. We don't even have any injured, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know, but I'm saying it's hard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You worked hard. There's time until the next Wave anyway, so let's all gather.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adventurers deployed to the 1st floor 'Barley Reward Room,' having finished one fierce battle, were gathered in small groups taking a rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it was the 1st floor, the class of monsters appearing was merely Minor Disturbance Class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, since there were so many, they had to swing weapons ceaselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stamina drained steadily, sweat was practically a flood—for ordinary low-rank adventurers, it was hellish work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To think we might have to do this for several more days. Even if we run around like crazy, the credit all goes to the higher-ups anyway, doesn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But what can we do? If we don't participate in Red Moon, they don't issue permits.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm so sick of this. Anyway, where did the rookie go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the quick-witted rookie put down a large box, the other adventurers' faces brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hehe, everyone take a sip and rest. It's very cold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our rookie has great instincts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kids these days only know how to slack off. We really picked well, didn't we?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 'ice box' the rookie put down was filled with ice and water, and bottles floating on top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beverage supplied as provisions, Cola.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rookie, you drink the coldest one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way. Big bro should have the good one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keuuu! I missed this taste. It feels like my bones will freeze.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did they make such a miraculous beverage?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cola was an innovative beverage even for adventurers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did it replenish stamina with sufficient sweetness, it also didn't intoxicate since it wasn't alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the taste needed no further words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the optimal beverage to replenish moisture in a body dried out from hard physical labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only drawback—becoming tasteless when lukewarm—was overcome by the new invention called the ice box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't strange that job recruitment welfare items included 'Cola provided, ice box available.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's rally and go back in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rookie! You rest lying down a bit more!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the adventurers were about to toast with faces full of cheer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something like a darkish form passed by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Woooooosh\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following it, a strong gust blew fierce enough to make the ripe barley stalks all bend simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind that suddenly left ghostly wails in the Reward Room subsided in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wh-what. Did something pass by?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, I saw it too but it was a person...... wasn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right? It was a person, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can a person run at that speed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adventurers looked at each other, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>",2321,"2026-05-29T14:34:06.509Z","2026-06-01T04:29:32.613Z",1,"novelbin.me","e30193b17fb6126e5419e34f0a2ff73389d356c107e73088423892f8ebecb741","i-m-quitting-everything-and-selling-cola-chapter-61","i-m-quitting-everything-and-selling-cola-chapter-59",146,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-quitting-everything-and-selling-cola-cover.jpg"]