Slime Leveling [Litrpg, Timeloop]-Chapter 188—Princess of Zethia’s marriage

Giliberu mused, clicking his tongue, 'This world has gods… they could answer my question.'

"Goddess of light is the strongest," the young man roared, as a golden staff manifested in his hands with golden light, which had a palm-sized glowing golden gem on top.

"Hmm… you idiots don't know the majesty of the god of darkness." The woman didn't back down as a black staff appeared in her hands with the black light—a palm-sized black gem glowed faintly on top.

"Holy Light," the man cast. A golden magic rune flared on top of his staff, from which golden light rushed out.

"Holy Darkness," the woman cast. A dark magic rune formed on her staff, and dark light dashed.

Boom!

A golden light beam and the black light beam collided, as wind gusts blew, tearing nearby trees apart.

'Whoa!... They are outright battling,' Giliberu thought, muttering, "It seems even this world has these kinds of fights."

He shook his head and leaped out to another nearby tree, leaving the area.

He then set off towards Zethia, picking a map from his magic pouch.

He took a glance at the area he was in by unfurling the map, and nodded.

A few hours later—

'So this is Zethia,' he thought, as he glanced at the towering gates in front of him.

He was hiding beside a tree. The tree was one of many on the sides of the official road to the gates.

People formed a line in front of the gate, trembling as they were inspected one by one.

More than twenty guards stood with weapons at their wrists, checking everyone carefully.

He cast, "Shapeshift."

A blue magic rune flared on his palm as he transformed into a middle-aged man and dressed in a worn-out tunic.

He cast, "Demonic Concealment."

A layer of dark energy covered him for a moment and vanished.

'Good,' he nodded to himself as he walked towards the gates.

Giliberu stood in the line. The middle-aged man with grey hair at his temples in front of him, clad in a ragged tunic, scowled, "Why did it get so strict?"

The young man in front replied, with a bitter smile, "It's because of those useless goblins. They stole the princess and killed the guard."

"Damn goblins, always causing problems," the man muttered, frowning.

Soon, Giliberu was next to be inspected as a violet-haired guard asked the middle-aged man, "Where are you from?"

"…" the man replied.

The guard glanced at him coldly before pulling a palm-sized mirror from his hand.

"Inspect," the guard muttered, pouring his mana into the mirror.

The mirror shone with bright blue as it swept right through the middle-aged man.

A hologram flashed on the mirror.

'Damn…' Giliberu scowled. 'Ordinary Appraisal won't work if covered by spells like Demonic Concealment, Demonic Silence, but this… A special inspection item.'

He glanced around. Guards kept an eye on him; meanwhile, their hands were placed on their weapons, ready to pull them out.

'They'll find out,' he mused, frowning.

He placed his right hand behind his back and yelled, "What's that?" pointing his left hand to the sky.

It attracted everyone's attention as they turned toward where he pointed.

"Multi Phantom!" he cast as his hand erupted with a blue magic rune.

"It's just a bird… pheasant," the guards barked, narrowing their eyes, but in the next moment they roared, "A goblin..."

A clone had formed behind Giliberu.

The clone shoved the main body forward.

The violet-haired guard moved aside as Giliberu was about to fall on him.

People screamed, "Goblin…"

They scattered around in panic.

"Save me, god," they roared.

Beautiful women outright fell on the ground, trembling, muttering, "Don't take me… I'm not pretty."

The violet-haired guard drew his sword.

The clone barked, "Hahah, I heard this country has many tasty items."

"Demonic Silence," Giliberu cast.

A dark layer of demonic force covered his body.

Guards flared with the aura as they rushed towards the clone.

Giliberu silently entered the gate, covered by the demonic force.

Thud!

Thud!

After entering, he noticed more than fifty guards ready to fight, weapons unsheathed, aura flaring. Mages had magic runes on their staffs.

'They didn't notice me,' he sighed, as guards didn't spot him. 'They sure increased their security… seriously, what a mess you left behind, Goblin Lord.'

Boom!

Giliberu leaped onto the second gate and then landed in the country.

"Did you feel that?" a guard asked, rubbing his hair.

"It was just a wind," a nearby guard replied, holding his spear tightly.

Giliberu stopped his spell after mixing in the crowd.

He then sighed, wiping his sweat.

He noticed the surroundings: the polished grey marbles, magic arrays every few steps.

Wooden buildings stood tall on both sides, and the road was decorated with plants and flowers.

Shouts from buildings echoed, "Discount…"

A few large buildings had boards—information about their items and discounts.

Giliberu just took a glance as he walked forward.

He reached the turning point as a billboard was placed at the end of the road, with a few documents pinned.

He noticed a pamphlet on top with a heart in the middle, and a handsome young man with crimson hair on the right side, clad in a grey robe.

A beautiful woman on the left side with purple hair, clad in a pink silk gown. She instantly invoked gentle feelings in Giliberu's heart.

A line was written on top in Herica language, "We invite you all to the marriage of the Princess of Zethia and the Fire Dragon King… By the King of Zethia."

'You're so happy,' he scowled, glaring at the wide grin of the Princess of Zethia in the pamphlet.

He then sighed. 'Who would marry a goblin anyway…' He recalled how he almost vomited due to the smell and the disgusting faces of goblins.

'However, I'm impressed by the painter who painted… so realistic images, just like a modern photo,' his lips curved up.

He then tapped on the map, placed in the center, which gave the routes of the entire Zethia country.

'No wonder it's a country,' he thought as he checked through the map.

"There are forests, lakes, small towns, and one capital city I'm standing in… Zethium," he muttered, rubbing his chin. "And this is almost 5200 square kilometers area… few small countries existed in my world of that such size."

"Which church should I pick?" he asked himself, going through all the churches available near him.

"Goddess of light, God of darkness…" he muttered, tapping on the map.

"Come to the church of Creation Goddess," a soft and heavy male voice suddenly sounded in his mind.