He Reincarnated as The Strongest SECRET CLASS, But Now He Must Absorb Corpses! – Manhwa Recap

This boy is caught stealing the Holy Grail. As punishment, a knight cuts off his head. Once they leave, however, he wakes up, grabs his severed head, and magic stitches it back onto his body. In reality, this boy had finished a game in a single night playing as a cleric of decay, but was immediately pulled into the game world right after. Upon arrival, he possessed only two things. The habit of the order of decay and the Hand of the mother of decay squirming on his chest. Every [music] race in this world despises the order of decay

and the boy is the mother of decay's sole disciple. In the game lore, members of the order were not truly immortal, but were humans enhanced by drugs. As proof, the boy now possesses superhuman strength. Also, before coming to this world, he would faint at the sight [music] of a few drops of blood. Now, no amount of gore makes him flinch. His Only real concern is that he has lost his sense of taste. The hand of the mother of decay constantly identifies other murderers and urges the boy to eliminate everyone. The hand signals a number with

its fingers for the people around him. The higher the number, the more holiness the boy can perceive in them. When they die, this allows him to summon monsters using the mother's powers. Later, after a period, he was on the verge of acquiring his priest Identity. Upon gaining that identity, he sought employment at a guild. While waiting at the counter, the attendant announced she would conduct a verification. After managing some documents, he continued to wait motionless. The young attendant presented him with a job. She expressed her pleasure at the prospect of working alongside him. Upon observing

Marach's ability to comprehend all written terms, she felt impressed, as most clients Requested she read them aloud. This presented no difficulty for him, having already mastered the game's fundamentals upon entry. Once finished reading, a singular question remained. Prior to embarking on the mission, Marne collected half of the payment. As the young woman detailed the rationale, the MC engaged in an internal dialogue with his goddess. Following a period of listening, he exited, the hand still attempting to constrict him. Amidst this Internal conflict, a voice addressing him as Father Marac startled him. The speaker was a young

man with a chubby face, a pompador, and a genial look. While Marak listened, only the mention of his name registered clearly. Trailing the young man, Pierre, the MC heard discussions of monsters and specters. A second man emerged, summoning Pierre. This individual displayed a facial scar and a severe expression. Pierre offered an apology to Marac, explaining his need To proceed ahead. Remaining behind, the MC continued to contend with the hand's persistence in eliminating those nearby. He informed the goddess that coins were necessary for his winter survival. Subsequently, the hand quieted, and he perceived its stillness. Placing

his hand upon his chest, its dwelling place, he requested she not feel sorrow. Regardless of his words, however, she consistently desired an elimination. Marach, however, redirected his Attention, inquiring about the individual's judgment. They possessed a unique communication method. She employed her fingers to indicate numerical values. He understood that by sending everyone to the mother of corruption through elimination, he could obtain [music] divinity. This divinity was bestowed based on the finger count she displayed for each soul's value. He required 10,000 divinity to acquire an authority. Through the system, he could Draw divinity from sacred relics, thereby

gaining divine authority. A total of 12 relics existed, and the mother of corruption had pledged that gathering them all would fulfill his desire. He would undoubtedly request the restoration of his taste, profoundly missing the experience of flavored food. As these thoughts occupied him, Pierre reappeared, stating the captain had commanded not to bother Marac. He precisely relayed his superiors Instruction. The MC was not to be disturbed. Marac, ever gracious, stated that all was well and no concern was necessary. He observed everyone intently, discerning an unusual development. Abruptly, an ambush and snared them as arrows launched from

various points. In a rapid motion, Marac drew Pierre close for protection. The MC cast the youth aside, preventing his impact by the arrow volley. Nonetheless, the projectiles persisted, several Impacting Marak's form at various points. Pierre observed in dismay as the MC sustained severe hits. The asalants discharged additional arrows, keenly noting their impact. Having fallen to the earth, repeatedly struck, Marac remained inert. He surmised they were likely bandits even as the hand urged him to eliminate them. The MC understood the mother of corruption desired his feigned demise to assimilate all present divinity. He deemed this the

most Arduous undertaking. Ascending, Marac informed the goddess that she already discerned his true inner self. Subsequently, he gained full posture, then cited a nearby sword. Weapon clutched, he proclaimed to the goddess he would never act by her methods. As he spoke, the MC adopted a combat posture, his grip firm upon the sword. He then surged ahead, blade ready, resolved to battle on his own terms. Concurrently, the ambushing foes could not comprehend The man's approach. Marac swiftly advanced and commenced felling them unhesitatingly. The remaining adversaries, witnessing the initial strike, instantly became wary of the man. Perceiving

his relentless intent, the blond, scarred man clenched his jaw. He commanded all others to leave Marne to him. Then, after dispatching the rest, to enter the frey, Marac observed his determined foe nearing. Shortly, they traded increasingly fervent sword Blows. The blond scarred man fixed his gaze on the MC, a broad smile on his mouth. Concurrently, Marac returned the intense stare, his sword held with firm resolve. Their combat proceeded with ever more vicious exchanges. Momentarily, both recoiled, scrutinizing each other intently. Marach perceived the goddess's hand commencing its evaluation of his adversary. The blonde man, appearing deranged,

demanded to know Marak's interlocutor. The pair Engaged in a fierce sword clash once more. The tall blonde foe presumed he could readily best Marak. Yet the fight remained unexpectedly balanced. Upon finishing its assessment, the goddess's hand disclosed to Marac that the individual opposite him possessed a value of two and a half. Marach struggled to grasp how a simple mercenary had attained a forest guard standing. With a smile, he considered the current situation entirely Unbalanced. Regardless, he reestablished his aggressive posture. The adversary rapidly closed in, striking powerfully and severing Marac's sword, which then dropped into the

snow. The blonde opponent, now smiling, felt victory was his for disabling Marak's weapon. While the MC inspected his sword's damage, the foe commented that this explained his preference for stainless steel. He further stated that Marac held no unique qualities. The blonde individual Supplemented that this would be his final task prior to departing the area permanently. Marac subsequently released the remaining hilt of his sword into the snow, indicating he might attempt an alternative approach, concluding the confrontation then, while both retained smiles seemed preferable. Nevertheless, Marac wished to extend a proposition. He urged the foe to abandon

his current path and withdraw. With a calm expression, Marac declared that should The foe consent, he would fight less intensely. The man facing him doubted Marac's sincerity. They had no intention of simply complying and departing. Marak, still smiling, sustained an arrow hit. The blonde man spun and noticing his allies, mentioned he believed they would not make it on schedule. As the MC collapsed, prone in the snow, the adversary grasped his sword and conferred with his companions about eliminating all. Shortly thereafter, a Voice inquiring if they had truly eliminated everyone startled them. Slowly raising his head,

Marac questioned their surprise. The blonde man observed in astonishment as the individual who had taken an arrow to the head ascended before them. Poised in the snow, scoffing at the circumstances, Marak noted that someone had endured despite their efforts. Grasping and snapping the arrow lodged in his skull with his bare hands, he suggested this Was likely their initial encounter with such a display. Before him, all present now stood stunned, and the blonde man commenced persspiring anxiously. Marak pressed his hands together, asserting he had previously offered them an opportunity. In exchange, however, he had received an

arrow to the head. Hearing this, the blonde adversaries blue eyes widened. The man commanded them to fire upon him again. Despite the green aura encircling Marac, the archers Recommended their volley. Upon impact, the MC paid homage to the corruption matriarch. Assailed, he continued praying to his deity. Astonishing his adversaries who disbelieved his endurance. While his invocation persisted, the foes attempted escape as commanded by their commander. Yet an unseen power kept them rooted to that spot. Marac understood his supplications were answered. This was the boundary dividing mortals from divine influence, A power a corruption priest must

invoke before releasing full strength. This same barrier barred adversaries from flight or concealment from corruption's might. Their commander now recognized no alternative but to unshath arms. Their sole prospect lay in attempting to breach the demarcation, but glancing rearward, they sensed and malevolent force. Every one of them shrieked for their captain. A reptilian beast emerged, advancing towards them. It was Colossal, extraordinarily potent. All questioned the entity's nature. The massive creature struck, fracturing the earth nearby. Their eyes wide, they now grasped. They confronted an authentic fiend. It opened its maw, emitting a deepening, deranging bellow. In desperation,

they all sought to flee the barrier's confines. Combatants, once Valeris, now wept in dread, [music] fearing for their existence. Meanwhile, Marac merely smiled, hearing his foes Plead for clemency. Later, tracks in the snow indicated the MC had vanquished them entirely. Post conflict, he pondered if he should gather the divinities. He questioned if extracting them from their forms would prevent their disappearance. He now attempted to devise a strategy. Caution was vital given potential guild scrutiny. Upon the ground, he discovered Pierre, felled by an arrow. Marac resolved to conclude this matter and allow Pierre peace. He Would

strive to preserve the man's life, thereby enhancing his own standing. Marak again sought aid from his goddess. Sometime later, an individual was observed with a chalice. A woman inquired about the fate of the person who took the relic. She learned the individual had been immediately eliminated. After learning the head was severed from the body, she wished to know the remains whereabouts. As Marach turned away, a young man sought his Attention. Observing the chalice, he cautioned [music] its potential return. Subsequently, Marac pondered undertaking a pilgrimage. Hearing this, the servant found the decision rather abrupt. He questioned

its connection to the prophecy. The blue-haired MC affirmed it. It stemmed precisely from the prophecy. Additionally, an individual required his discovery. While traversing the snow bearing Pierre, it was recounted that a decade prior, all Religious orders obtained a prophecy. [music] The impending end would dawn life shell and descend upon the world. Noticing approaching with Pierre, the guards advanced to greet him. Marak was surprised by a voice hailing him, stating his recent return. As the guards bore Pierre within, a red-haired young woman declared her prior permission to enter. During their exchange, she informed Marac she never

would have guessed his strength based on his looks. He felt somewhat uneasy upon hearing this, yet only regarded her when she stated awareness of his saxs contents. She asserted it caused all the difficulties. She believed it preferable for him to deposit it with the guild rather than carrying it. As they traversed the city, the young woman inquired if he had lodging. She offered her home if he lacked accommodations. The MC simply observed her. a faint blush appearing while his enraged deity Wished her demise, though his goddess opposed it. The MC ultimately accepted the beautiful redheads

invitation, now reposing with the goddess's hand upon his chest, [music] gazing skyward with an amiable expression. He believed he had merely accepted a lovely lady's offer. However, a sound from the door captured his notice, drawing his gaze toward it. It was the redhead positioned at the entrance, greeting Marac. With the door a jar, she stated her intent to Allow his rest. Marac dawned his slippers and heard the girl inform him of an urgent matter requiring his attention. Confronting the girl who remained at the entrance, he inquired about the issue. Upon her revelation that the Lord

requested his presence, a look of surprise crossed his face. With the young woman still by the doorway, Marac questioned if she knew the reason. As she provided details, a distant, immaculately maintained mansion came Into view. Within, an individual sipped tea as a butler announced the arrival of the MC. floor merely dismissed the butler who respectfully bowed and complied. Lord Giz, characterized by black hair and a black beard, observed Marach with an unusual stare. The MC noted the lord's inquiry about witnessing his brother's last moments. Subsequently, when tea was offered to Marak, he responded with a

sinister smile. He recalled the initial encounter Between the mother of corruption and the lord. She had marked him with an X. Consequently, he recognized the man's non-human nature and resolved to challenge him. The demon's eyes reened upon realizing the MC's full awareness of his identity. This method of marking individuals with an X served as their communication. Such a mark signified a non-human entity. The region harbored numerous demons living covertly among humans. While demons possessed greater Strength than other beings, some remained inactive independently. Integration into that world necessitated forging packs with other entities. This explained the

demons affinity for humans. Conversely, the gods detested demons due to their reciprocal dealings with their adherence. Consequently, the gods decreed that both demons and their adherence would be labeled demons. These beings were deemed malevolent, initiating the demon hunt undertaken by Marac. Closing his eyes, the MC pondered this as demon contractors represented a challenging category commonly shunned by individuals. He recalled his motivation for selecting that particular class. Within the Lord's office, silence prevailed between them until the Lord, appearing animated, expressed surprise. Recalling his brother, the Lord stated that the deceased was responsible for the MC's current

presence. Holding a teacup, the Lord expressed admiration For Marak's ability to discern his concealment. The demon, with an evil expression and interlaced fingers, admitted to being cunning. Nevertheless, the MC shut his eyes and informed the man that he served as a priest of the mother of corruption. This intelligence piqued the demon's interest as he had presumed the deity lacked any adherence. Enthusiastically, he requested the guest to be seated given their sole occupancy of the space. He declared his intention To be truthful and disclosed that the invitation was not coincidental. While the man spoke, Marac observed

that he remained calmly seated. The noble inquired about the mercenary captain. He sought the precise details of his demise. Marach listened quietly as the lord promised compensation for his endeavors. The player found those words agreeable, offering a faint smile. During the lord's discourse, Marac considered it an unfortunate occurrence. Galed lamented that work was scarce that winter. The noble had attempted to organize an illicit arrangement. The young man's death during the undertaking was unforeseen. The lord then stated that life from his perspective presented great difficulty. He spoke this while gazing through the window. Upon Marak's departure

from the noble's presence, he possessed a small pouch containing gold coins. Marach understood the lord offered the money without manipulative Intent. The gold merely served as a means to acquire the truth. As he departed the castle, the MC asserted he was not a covetous priest. [music] Conversely, noticing the mother of corruption's anger, he took her hand, caressed it, and expressed his wish for her not to be distressed. The hand appeared to prompt further conversation, prompting him to bring it to his mouth and cough. Marne spoke of something that resisted rust and endured as long as

Gold. With a smile and flushed cheeks, he proclaimed to the hand his devotion to the goddess. The hand appeared affected, starting to tremble. Then Marac positioned her hand near his heart and asserted that she would always hold paramount importance for him. During his walk, he informed her that such worry was unnecessary. Later, he re-entered the inn, and the red-haired girl expressed joy at his return. She gestured to the side, requesting him to Greet the teaching sects priests. With a pleasant expression, he pondered the sect's presence there. Nevertheless, his gaze shifted toward that area, and a

mis feeling arose. A sect member reciprocated the gaze. Marach recognized them instantly. The mother had informed him. One of them held a holy artifact, and Marak scrutinized the trio in front of him. An approaching individual remarked that this outcome stemmed from a life devoted to justice. Marac simply Observed as the person proceeded, expressing surprise at encountering a preservation priest. The individual presented himself as the balance on retribution scale. He identified himself as Orvis. This man possessed a penetrating stare, gleaming armor, and wielded a distinct weapon. He indicated that the other, a sizable man with white

hair, went by Cornius, and the young female was Patina. [music] Each greeted Marac by positioning their hands over Their chests. The MC reciprocated the salutation similarly, stating his pleasure in their acquaintance. The redhead spoke of a blonde woman observing books in the library. Marac experienced some comfort, realizing other sex and priests were also there. He considered that if not immediately, he would find multiple opportunities to claim the relic for himself. A complication arose, however, whenever he absorbed a relic's divine essence, an Issue invariably occurred. He questioned whether he was genuinely a corruption priest or merely

a corruption villain. The priests bade farewell, stating their need to depart. Their intention was to greet the Lord. Orvis informed the MC that their next encounter would involve a grave discussion. Upon their departure, Marac observed that all of them carried uniform weapons and were proceeding to greet the lord. The redhead informed Marach that their guild Typically offered priests lodging at a reasonable rate. Persspiring, he inquired if she intended for him to compensate for his night at the inn. With a smile, she questioned if he believed she would permit his stay solely for personal gain. Indeed,

that was his assumption. Nevertheless, he denied it, a faint blush appearing. The redhead proceeded, explaining her own motives for assisting him. Always, she added, gesturing with her hand. She Desired him to prevent food spoilage. Drawing nearer, she inquired if he could bestow a preservation blessing upon the provisions. [music] A deeper blush spread as he distanced himself from the girl, questioning her hushed tone. After causing the MC's embarrassment, the girl produced a broad smile. Immediately after, she asked about his apparent boredom. [music] An individual entered and surmised that the pair shared a good rapport given Their

gesting. Marach inquired why the man had not accompanied the others. The newcomer was Cornius, the white-haired cleric. [music] He stated his lack of options stemmed from the nature of people. He recounted that from outside he had requested the group extend respect in his own name. Also, the red-haired individual felt that Lord Treton would disregard such matters. Upon her statement, the two observed her as she clarified that despite the lord's Perceived coldness, his performance was commendable. She further mentioned her ability to differentiate professional and private spheres. She advised them both to remain silent given the lord's

numerous supporters. The white-haired cleric sought further information regarding the Lord. He appeared intrigued. The girl smiled while discussing the Lord, and Marak merely observed the proceedings. Eventually, he also posed a query, desiring the girl to Disclose something. With a smile, he questioned the other priest about his decision to forgo visiting the Lord. That individual, smiling broadly, responded that they were currently adhering to a prophecy. The prophecy had been received a decade prior, and now Marak suspected the world's impending demise. The MC persspired upon recognizing their presence stemmed from a belief that the [music] lord was

a fiend. In a subsequent scene, already Close to the lord, the two clerics approached to greet him when the relic commenced [music] glowing. Observing the luminescence, they understood a shining sacred relic in proximity to an individual indicated that person was a demon. With the relic now held, they recognized their imperative to eliminate him. The [music] demon, realizing further concealment was feudal, unveiled its genuine form. Both Marac and the other priest perceived a fiery eruption. A being akin to a mutated lizard materialized from inside the lord's estate. Marach gazed fearfully in that direction. But the other

priest had anticipated such an event. Within the lord's estate, a cleric brandished the scales of retribution, a hammer-like weapon. This individual was one of the three wisdom clerics confronting the [music] demon. Throughout the skirmish, he shifted between an axe and a sword until he plunged the blade into the apex Of the colossal creature's skull. A distant observer could discern a blend of [music] dust, lightning, and widespread destruction as the priest defied the demonic entity. The cleric accompanying Marac clarified that the sky's glow resulted from Orvis wielding the hammer of punishment. The priest stated Orvis was

likely combating a demon and indicating the direction voiced his desire to assist him. Marach, however, moved in the opposite direction And told the priest to proceed, stating he would soon follow. Marach returned to the inn, summoning the redhead. Aaron was startled by his presence, rushing to inquire about the situation. As the MC entered, displaying an unusual look, his sole query concerned its whereabouts. Embracing the girl, Marak inquired about Pierre's treatment center. Aaron, somewhat perplexed by the question, simply observed as the MC vaulted from that spot to a safer area. He escaped The debris and havoc,

displaying a sense of urgency. The young woman, born by Marac, surveyed the enveloping disorder. Individuals cried out for aid. Far off, a colossal reptile, the demon's present manifestation was visible with the MC at top it wielding his hammer. The redhead shrieked in fright, attempting to apprise the MC of the beast. The enormous reptile was also powerfully built and ungovernable. Marne instructed her to disregard the monster and simply State Pierre's location. Noticing the young man's worry, she gestured in that direction. The MC resolved to safeguard him, fixed his gaze forward, mentally reiterating Pierre's name. Once inside

the area, he discovered Pierre positioned on a mattress. Nearly everything surrounding them lay in ruins. Yet the young man stayed tranquil, unconscious. The MC observed him, concluding he must not allow him to perish, especially having only just Managed his rescue. [music] Though Pierre was robust, Marac effortlessly settled him onto his shoulder. Marach then instructed Aaron to ascend his back, [music] unable to carry her further in his arms. The young woman, self-conscious of the proximity and clasping the MC's neck, flushed faintly. With a bound, he surged forward rapidly. Intent on fulfilling his objective, Marach hastened with

utmost speed. [music] The young woman, while born Along, appeared contemplative. She then informed the MC she knew a direct path. Calling out over the wind, he queried its whereabouts. She pointed and stated it lay directly ahead in that bearing. Nearing the spot, she alerted them that a house with a hidden passage lay in their path. The entrance stood secured. Yet this posed no hindrance for Marac, who forcefully breached it. Aaron observed the event, displaying clear embarrassment. The MC maintained his Progress consistently despite a slight slip on the surface while balancing speed. The young woman considered

his actions somewhat forceful. Glancing at the demolished door, she quietly remarked on his immense strength. He placed her on the ground, instructing her to use the hidden route for escape if the situation deteriorated. She questioned his purpose and his refusal to depart alongside them. Shortly after, he clarified that he had to return and Assist the other priests. [music] With Aaron and Pierre distanced from the turmoil, ensuring a possibility of survival, he resumed his journey. Aaron simply observed his receding form, contemplating his immense power. Following an extended run, Marac arrived at a location, his demeanor becoming

grim. His arrival was belated. He discovered a severely injured priest on the ground. This discovery greatly disturbed him. He neared the stout Individual possessing white hair and a cranial horn. The figure was Cornius. Despite his weakened state, Cornius identified Marak's approach. Marach regarded him with sadness, comprehending the grave nature of the wounds. He understood his efforts would be feudal. He conversed with the man as he still drew [music] breath, apprehensive of his imminent demise. The large man stated that his comrade, Patina, had perished. Marac, glancing aside, noticed the young Woman's corpse violently cast against a

wall. He inquired of Cornius if an alternative method existed to vanquish the demon. Cornius disclosed the [music] existence of another artifact, the white sword. The priest Orvis possessed it, having impaled it into the demon's cranium. He stated that Marac could conquer the demon by seizing the sword and plunging it directly into the creature's brain. Following this disclosure, his gaze receded and his Hand dropped to the earth, stirring a small amount of dust. Marac lingered beside the form for a period. He then invoked his deity, the mother of corruption, stating his intent to retrieve something from

the man. Concurrently, Orvis persisted in a fierce struggle against the demon. Employing the hammer of retribution, Marach sought to embed the sword further. Yet, his persistent efforts only heightened the reptile's fury. [music] The entity thrashed, whipping its tail and limbs wildly in every direction. From afar, the MC sprinted with full might. Convinced [music] this was his sole opportunity, he launched himself, successfully piercing another sword close to the creature's tail. Ahead, he discerned Marak holding the necessary sword. At that point, the MC observed the reptile's unusual conduct. This disqued Marac, who worried about potential events. The

reptile set its Feet resolutely on the ground. As its jaws parted extensively, Marac identified the maneuver as the death spin. The strike propelled him a significant distance, resulting in a forceful impact. With strength nearly spent, Marac informed the mother of corruption of his well-being. Prostrate with severely damaged legs, he acknowledged her correctness. Misfortunes, he stated, brought forth understanding. A faint smile touched his Features. Despite the agony, he sensed he had achieved his aim. Glancing sideways, he saw the relic close by, prompting a sigh of relief. Grasping the [music] relic, he considered the events a fascinating

turn. Positioning the sword against his chest, he informed the goddess of corruption he would present her with the sacred item. He then sought a new form of power. In that instant, an unusual hand appeared to extend from his pocket. While conveying the relic to the Goddess of corruption, the MC requested she unbind a further seal. He held that each sacred relic possessed sufficient divinity to bestow a novel authority. This specific relic held 11,123 units of divinity. This pleased him as a potent green energy now enveloped him. The seal warranted release. So he inquired of the

goddess concerning the power he had acquired. She nonetheless simply dismounted his chest and began to run, wrapping her fingers firmly against The earth. As she departed, Marac expressed that her support, even from a distance, would bring him contentment. He admitted to experiencing delight watching her development. Even so, Marac acknowledged their precarious state, thus deciding to cease his casual approach. Adopting a different vocal register, he summoned the mother of corruption, and the goddess heeded his call. Levitating before her, he stated his intention to provide an additional 10,000 units of divinity for a novel authority. Upon the

completion of the transaction, he appeared more content. Marak appreciated the recently obtained power. A magical construct materialized underfoot. This was the script of corruption. This authority yielded simple yet potent effects, prompting Marak to show a curious expression. With the script's activation, dark green metaphysical patterns proliferated across his physique, augmenting his Physical capabilities. He remarked to the goddess that the authority was satisfactory. Marak deemed it potentially advantageous given their current circumstances. Standing up, he tidied his garments of dust and declared his legs had recovered. His gaze shifted laterally, and something drew his notice. It was the

body of the priest, Orvis, now prone on the ground, seemingly deceased. [music] Marak inferred his projection by the reptile During the conflict. Their descent had likely occurred concurrently. Somberly, he expressed a wish for his peaceful repose. Nonetheless, he resolved to harvest the divinity from the body, and nearing the form, he performed the requisite motion. Green energy commenced its flow. Meanwhile, the massive reptile maintained its enraged state with intensely luminous red eyes. It inflicted damage with its tail and ponderous movements, maintaining Marach's vigilance. Something about that situation seemed deeply aiss. Marach observed the beast intently, attempting

to discern its impetus. He knew the individuals responsible for conveying the sacred leaf to the demon were clerics of the knowledge sect. Despite the demise of all clerics, the demon remained agitated. During his contemplation, he concluded the divinity absorption. He had acquired an additional thousand units. >> [music] >> He stood motionless confronting the beast. He noted the peculiar fact that demons did not act as mere animals. Meanwhile, the divine hand gradually manifested from his pocket. He cautioned it that circumstances would soon escalate and instructed it to prepare. The metallic green tattoos intensified their spread over

his form, evident on his face and limbs. [music] Moments later, Marach's visage appeared mirrored Within the reptile's vast reddish eye. Marach surged ahead rapidly, propelling himself toward a front limb of the creature. The beast attempted another tail strike at him, generating widespread havoc. This enraged the MC, causing veins in his face and neck to distend. [music] He appeared to seek something, locating it. The white sword lay partly lodged in the reptile's cranium. He swiftly moved toward it. Marach observed the reptile tilting once More, readying a further assault. He resolved not to let this strike connect.

Despite its [music] gaping, roaring maw, the MC maintained his ground, his hand finding the sword's grip. He reasoned the identical maneuver would not succeed against him again. He intended to exploit the creature's own momentum. The pandemonium persisted. Dwellings burned, glass fractured, the panorama worsening each moment. Marach started to cough disturbingly. Upon inspecting his palm, He noted the increasing appearance of blood. Further, the reptile, now spike covered along its spine, assailed him. He adjusted his stance. He recognized the need for haste. His form was decaying internally. He considered that should the demon persist in its resistance,

the corruption might inundate and exit his frame. Such an event would seal his fate. Without delay, he sprang and seized the [music] white sword firmly. He recalled the MC's Instructions. Should he embed it sufficiently into the demon's cranium to pierce its brain. Victory would be his. Clutching the hilt firmly, he extricated the blade from the beast. Upon completion, he smiled. Turning, he commanded the lord's awakening. A luminous glow expanded, brightening the whole vicinity, and Lord Tretton commenced to awaken. A silhouette became visible within the light, observed by astonished eyes. The massive reptile Started to break

apart, and the luminescence grew sharper. Inhabitants of surrounding areas observed the flash engulf a significant portion of the city. The illumination proved so powerful that the red-haired girl, located distant with Pierre, [music] perceived it. Out of curiosity, she approached the door to verify her suspicions. Upon the phenomenon's conclusion, the lord's body rested on the ground bearing clear injuries. Marac With a smile inquired if the lord was conscious. The man responded with a faint grin. Turning, he saw with his soul remaining eye and expressed his happiness at their reunion. Marach gestured toward the white sword, stating

its responsibility for the events. He raised his hand toward the lord, informing him of a debt of two reserve gold coins. The Lord, appearing content, seemed to take the arrangement light-heartedly. Resting on Priest Marach's hand, he attempted a slow ascent. Following these recent occurrences, a mage, located distantly, concentrated energy in her palm. The young woman, possessing vivid blue eyes, seemed to be initiating a tracking enchantment. Having precisely managed the energy, she projected it toward a particular bearing. The flow's path suggested the tracked individual had transited that spot. Now, she and a cloaked man observed the

outcome Intently. The man, elderly and bearing facial scars, simply validated his existing suspicions. Gazing at the earth, he saw the magic produce an unusual type of herb. That image invariably evoked past recollections within him. He found it difficult to accept the involvement of such a potent authority. Yet, the magic plainly disclosed it. He had no [music] choice but to regretfully acknowledge the reality. Despite the absence of bodies, He remained convinced he had decapitated them. He distinctly recalled that day. It had been colder then, and despite the passage of much time, the recollection persisted vividly. The

young woman beside him concurred with the hypothesis that monsters or beasts might have claimed the remains. The old man, observing her, expressed gratitude for being led there, then requested an additional favor. She calmly responded that he might inquire, provided he first Identified the surrounding settlements. As she discreetly surveyed the vicinity elsewhere, the demonic unrest continued to expand. Amidst the wreckage, Marach and the lord's butler proceeded side by side. Upon arriving at a specific spot, the butler courteously opened the entry for Marac. Marac entered, displaying a serene and tranquil demeanor. The lord appeared even more delighted

by his presence, extending his arms in welcome. Smiling gently with eyes closed, the MC Heard the lord remark that he appeared more handsome with each [music] meeting. Nevertheless, the lord confessed his inability to fully convey his profound gratitude. Marac, smirking faintly, observed that the demon remained alive, and recalling the demon's own assertion that all races merited existence, [music] he appeared to concur. Following the conflict with the large reptile, rumors circulated identifying Marac as a demon slayer. Despite the unsuitability Of the Appalachian, individuals began referring to him by it. Aaron the inirl also fueled this trend,

[music] rapidly developing an affection for the moniker. Presently, his presence evoked comments from people identifying him as the renowned demon slayer. Others whispered that he had single-handedly confronted seven briggins. A few suggested that vanquishing a demon must have been effortless for such an individual. This situation caused him to Shun particular locations. In dialogue with the lord, Marach noted the peculiarity of his wooden prosthetic. This was due to their remarkably natural movement, though the lord clarified he exhibited this only before Marac. For [music] others, he feigned a limp, asserting an inability to command them. A reddish

glint in his eyes accompanied his disclosure of a cost for their unhindered motion. The MC, intrigued, inquired about this cost. The man, Smiling and sipping tea, responded that his fine hair would eventually shed. He posited he would likely resemble a leafless autumn tree. He gested that Marach would no longer recognize his hair if they met in several months. Marach feigned tears, [music] stating the mere thought saddened him and requested a topic shift. The lord, peering into his teacup, inquired if possessed any available time. He mentioned an assignment with the client Specifically requesting Marac. He observed

that widespread demon slayer rumors had generated considerable interest in Marac. Upon hearing the task concerned sacred relics of the old empire, the MC displayed interest. The compensation included five gold coins and an initial payment. Should he perform optimally, he might acquire one of the unearthed relics. Such items varied from chalicees to stones and diverse artifacts. The MC [music] Recalled the mother of corruption statements regarding relics. With a slight smile, Marac considered it best to personally verify the situation. He informed the lord of his acceptance of the task. Marach was aware that a past empire had

put an end to the period dominated by unstable sorcerers. That empire had united the continent and created technologies still functional in the present. Many contemporary high tier artifacts originated as relics from the Ancient empire. Accompanied by his contractors, Marnack then offered his greetings. A man identified himself as Carmen Valtas, stating his leadership of the assignment. Recognizing the name's familiarity, Carmen clarified that his father was Anthony Valtas. To prevent any misconception, he specified that he was an illegitimate child. Marac, with a smile, mused that the Black Wolf was always a man of integrity. Nevertheless, he had

fathered an illegitimate child, Which was surprising, particularly following his wife's demise. Marac desired further details, yet deemed direct inquiry unsuitable. Observing additional individuals nearby, Marac requested their introductions. Carmen indicated the hooded sorceress, identifying her as Tunisia. He subsequently gestured toward the muscular man, stating he was Sukis of the Unicorn Tribe. The large man, possessing immense hands, politely Stated his pleasure in meeting the demon slayer. The MC [music] with a smile requested they simply address him as Marac. Sukis responded that such a feat warranted no shame. Carmen gesturing expansively declared that with introductions complete their discussion

could proceed on route. After 2 days they assembled around a campfire. Carmen inquired if Marak had no intention of resting. The MC responded that he had sufficient rest. Attempting to spark Conversation. The young man questioned whether he had located his soulmate. [music] Marach with subtly reddened cheeks replied that it resembled freshly fallen snow across a field. [music] Asked about his preferred type of individual, Marach's thoughts turned to the hand of the goddess of corruption. Closing his eyes, Marac [music] stated his preference for a constant companion. The goddess, typically overt in her manifestations, was notably quiet

on This occasion. Carmen remarked that such an ideal individual would require an immense heart. The goddess ascendented, apparently appreciating the discourse's trajectory. Subsequently, the young man with arms raised and a smile declared that a heart of such magnitude would surely possess ample space to embrace him. Grinning broadly, he expressed a preference for women with ample room around the heart. Marak remarked that a clear future vision was acceptable, yet Cautioned against making such comments when women were present. Carmen affirmed he spoke that way solely due to their long-standing friendship. Marach's smile at that point was authentic.

He shared the sentiment. Their conversation extended late into the night, observed by the goddess, who appeared mildly irritated. Closing his eyes, Marac remembered the goddess's consistent advice to choose his companions carefully. Nevertheless, observing Carmen, he perceived him as a decent individual. Traversing the snow, the mage halted and declared their destination had been reached. She slightly lifted her hood, declaring that the task now fell to her. Holding the key, she disclosed her intent to unlock the ruins entry. Accessing the ancient empire's ruins presented no difficulty. Initially, locating the key and adhering to its inscribed coordinates was

required. Furthermore, they deciphered The archaic script etched onto the key. For the keys final insertion, rotation either clockwise or counterclockwise was necessary. This action was performed by the mage. Having positioned the key in its proper receptacle, she rotated it. This task was hers alone, as only mages possessed the ability to comprehend the ancient tongue, validating her presence on the journey. Nonetheless, Marac, eyes gleaming, understood that an exception existed, the players. [music] These individuals also possessed the skill to read the ancient script. Consequently, Marac merely concealed his own proficiencies. Once the gateway materialized, all were prepared

to step inside. The MC believed he had maintained complete secrecy. The expedition's head, whose hand was already within the portal, turned to beckon the others to enter. Inside, Marac meticulously surveyed the portal's inner space. The ruin proved vast and Well-maintained despite plant life encroaching upon its surfaces. Cayman, the expedition's director, expressed great excitement. Among all the ruins he had explored, this one was flawless. Marac, maintaining his mild expression, stated his certainty of discovering numerous artifacts within. Following this, he offered a subtle smirk. Marach anticipated seeing the ruin personally, a site previously only viewed in pictures,

which filled him with immense Excitement. Yet, not everyone present shared Marak's kindness or radiated similar [music] joy. The mage, however, consistently exhibited a sulking demeanor. Illumination from the lit torches facilitated path identification. The unicorn man, like his companions, expressed great enthusiasm. Following a short walk, they arrived at massive doors bearing intricate, powerful, magical inscriptions. This magic would only release if one of them possessed Imperial blood, enabling safe door opening. Observing the mage, Marac heard her state that imperial blood was required. With a serious demeanor, she explained that as none hailed from the empire, everyone should

prepare for a fierce battle once the doors unsealed. This exact scenario unfolded. Immediately upon the doors opening, various monsters emerged from inside. These creatures advanced directly towards the group, aiming for their Destruction. The serious man wielding an axe prepared for defense and promptly charged the monsters to clear a route. Concurrently, the mage persisted in spellcasting and self-defense. A spell she cast made the ground rupture with light emanating from the fissures. Subsequently, numerous monsters began collapsing. Substantial explosions burst from the cracks, illuminating a significant portion of the area. These blasts then detonated both the Surrounding area

and many monsters. Marak now observed them airborne. Marach also gripped his sword firmly, poised to react should any creature approach. Wielding an exceptionally sharp blade and endowed with remarkable powers, the MC commenced fighting. As Marac, a highly skilled individual, he left no monster intact in his wake. Nevertheless, an issue troubled him. His goddess had cautioned him regarding the corruption. A sword approached him, yet He had ample time to parry. Fully turning, he observed a monster with a sword extending from its palm. Marx simply gazed at that monster, considering he had not anticipated another, but deciding

elimination was preferable. With that resolve, he prepared. But something impacted the monster's skull. Marack closed his eyes as an arrow narrowly missed him and penetrated the monster's skull. He remained unstartled, even by the arrow's Proximity or the monster's subsequent fall. He simply gazed at the expedition's leader, the one who shot the arrow. While still observing, Marac mentally thanked the leader for his swift action. He overheard the unicorn man expressing anger at the mage for continuing to direct foes their way. The mage facing them stated it was the quickest method to eliminate all adversaries. She added

they ought not to complain as they had succeeded in Clearing out all the creatures. Yet the young man remained irritated. The formerly gentle unicorn man now ground his teeth revealing sharp fangs. Sulking, he sat with his back to them, facial veins prominent, head bowed. Concurrently, Marac earned significant commendation from the group's leader. The MC, typically possessing a sweet and gentle demeanor, conveyed shame for exposing his profane aspect. Subsequently, Marac reciprocated the Compliment to Carmen, noting the young man's great skill with a bow and arrow. Carmen mentioned he had consistently practiced to improve. Nonetheless, not all

were cheerful or conversing. The mage inquired about their onward movement. She stated her readiness to resume exploration, yet the group leader and Marac fixed their gazes upon her. She remained motionless, staff in hand, asserting she retained ample mana. The young unicorn man was displeased and Unwilling to hear the girl's voice. His anger was such that he labeled the mage a magic mutterer, claiming her impatience. Hearing this, she countered that everyone required more rest and that she thought others shared her view. She proceeded to provoke Sucus, remarking she honestly felt he merely sought attention. Nevertheless, the

expedition leader had the final say, aligning with Succus, the unicorn man. Despite the mag's displeasure, Carmen Announced the matter concluded, stating they would rest, and he desired no further discussion. Adopting a cheerful expression, Marne considered all mages conceited. In that realm, magehood came easily. It occurred at birth for those possessing the innate capability. Despite slight differences, individuals born with mana manifested it at a specific age, subsequently accessing their magic. Upon this occurrence, ancient linguistic knowledge imbued Their minds, granting power freely. They acquired the ancient tongue and received a magic staff. They could draw upon the

mana circulating in their veins, enabling them to defy the world's inherent laws. Marac, observing the mage, recognized that as born mages, their extensive knowledge afforded them every advantage. Most rejected alternative learning methods. Like past mages, the majority grew dull-witted, obstinate, univil, and irritable. Observing her interaction with Suckus, Marac considered most mages prideful. [music] Candidly, he found her quite courteous compared to other mages. Even with her short temper, her speech was minimal and her critiques lacked severity. Following a period of rest, the expedition chief declared it was time to advance. He stated their next objective was

to explore the adjacent sector, and everyone stood poised. Just then, a powerful sound akin to an Immense roar reached their ears. The profound noise appeared to emanate from a passageway. A cloud of dust and a strong wind current impacted the group's four members. At that instant, the expedition leader observed the doors behind them had sealed shut. While he spoke, the other three gazed where he indicated. Furthermore, an enormous creature descended from the overhead structure. The massive entity was silverbodied, bearing a glowing object On its head that cast a blue radiance. This cranial orb seemed to

be the vital core sustaining its entire form. Beholding the creature, Marac smiled, exhilarated. He found its existence unbelievable. He had presumed the adversaries within the ruin were too feeble. However, encountering the silver monster, he recognized it as the genuine menace. Sucus observed the colossal monster ahead, attempting a steady posture. Yet, forehead perspiration Revealed his dread. Prepared for combat, the unicorn man was surprised when the mage commanded an immediate retreat. The woman advanced before the group, channeling her arcane power to her staff's tip with composed gestures. [music] Whispering an ancient chant, she launched her spell at

the formidable silver monster menacing the party. The mage's objective was explicit. Collapse the chamber's roof onto the being, crushing it with debris and concluding The conflict definitively. Nevertheless, to their astonishment, the colossal entity remained unaffected. At a distance, [music] the mission chief scowlled, perceiving the situation rapidly deteriorating. He yelled with maximum volume, attempting to caution Tunisia that the offensive was excessively hazardous and her magic regretfully insufficient. His warning came too late. On the monster's brow, a brilliant blue light flared intensely, Indicating the unleashing of a destructive force. Instantly, the monster activated its power, pulverizing all

incoming rocks into dust and minute shards. Observing the immense scale of this power, the three forward members became paralyzed by terror. Soon after, incandescent rock fragments descended from the ceiling, endangering Tunisia. Observing the despair on her companions visages, she glanced upward, acknowledging her impending demise. The Creature rapidly approached, assuming a posture indicative of a lethal strike. Upon the creature's fist impacting the mage, no trace of her remained. Even the unicorn man, typically unsympathetic toward Tunisia, [music] was consumed by profound grief. The magnitude of this loss rendered Sukis utterly immobile, making him an exposed target. Marac,

observing the event, frantically urged Sukis to evade or move from the monster's attack path. Regrettably, the Young man neither perceived the cautions nor responded swiftly enough. The creature's strike landed squarely, and a vast detonation illuminated the local. Consequently, the unicorn man suffered a direct hit, unable to escape or guard himself. The silver colossus, its core glowing blue, then directed its focus toward the expedition's final two survivors. With a look that conveyed its purpose, Marach faced the expedition leader and inquired if he genuinely Wished to survive. Receiving an affirmative reply, Marak tightened his fist, offering the

man an opportunity to retract his statement. The leader, perplexed by the MC's demeanor, remained oblivious to the impending event until unexpectedly rendered unconscious. Marach cradled his insensible companion, yet maintained his gaze upon the beast. He had previously mentioned possessing a formidable ally, prompting him to invoke the creature. The metallic entity failed To comprehend this novel being manifesting before it. The summoned entity appeared with fingers interlin, poised to deliver a crushing assault. The ally descended upon the foe with a powerful impact, signaling its serious intent. Marac, carrying his comrade over his shoulder, commenced his retreat from

the combat zone, relying on the colossal ally to manage the remainder. Glancing back, he felt reassured by the presence of the invoked entity, a trustworthy Force during the dyrus circumstances. During his escape, he discovered the mage's vestigages and assimilated 1,000 units of divinity. Expediting matters, he collected the remnants of the unicorn man, acquiring an additional 100 units. Subsequently, he propped Carmen, still insensible, against a stable partition. With a hand placed on his head, uncertain of his next action, the young man pondered the engagement. He presumed it would be some time before the Summoned creature could

completely overcome the adversary. Concurrently, the hand of the goddess of corruption began to move agitatedly within his pocket. With a solemn demeanor, Marach observed that events were unfolding precisely as predicted. Activating his vibrant green tattoos, he resolved to cease all hesitation. He then hastened back towards the fight, prepared to assist. Marak's gaze was fixed on the blue core within the metallic creature's Head. His primary objective, the jewel, shimmerred with an unearly intensity as the monster battle persisted. The MC knew that gem was the sole distinct element of that metallic body. He concluded its destruction was

the key to neutralizing the threat. He then ascended onto the Allied beast's back, launching himself into the air, intent on reaching the glowing core. As he drew near, he observed the jewel precisely mirrored his movements. Without delay, He struck forcefully, splintering the core into multiple fragments. His eyes still glowed green as he descended to the ground, already ravaged by combat. [music] With the core obliterated, the metallic monster remained inert for a brief instant before falling. The beast dispatched by the goddess of corruption raised its head and howled as if celebrating triumph. Marx silently thanked the

creature for its aid. At that moment, the goddess's hand gestured In a specific direction. The young man's gaze followed the gesture, and suspicious, he asked what had occurred. Then three more colossal metallic monsters fell from the ceiling. Marak's expression altered, revealing an unusual look. Now the new adversary stared directly at the beast and Marac. [music] It was evident that neither of them was fit to confront three more opponents of the same caliber. With a grim expression, [music] the MC wondered how Many others would emerge. Leaving the combat area, he returned to the expedition leader. The

man waking inquired about their companions whereabouts. With sorrow, Marac informed him that tragically they hadn't even had a chance to defend themselves. Carmen pondered the moment when the giants dropped from the ceiling and concluded the key should have been activated [music] sooner. Noticing the man's self-reroach, Marac reminded him Everyone had been hired for a reason. Recalling the unicorn man and the mage, he stated both knew the exact risk they were undertaking. The leader, intrigued, desired to know precisely what place that was. Marak answered gravely. They stood before the fabled black gate. The man's eyes widened,

incredulous at the revelation. It seemed impossible and he shut his eyes tightly trying to process the data. Even without understanding how it could have transpired, he decided Against asking questions. Instead, [music] Marach vowed by the Valtus to settle his obligation to the cleric. With his characteristic calm expression, the holy man responded that he anticipated it keenly. Now in the corridor, Marach proposed that if his comrade felt improved, they should proceed since the creatures were not entirely vanquished. Marac recalled that after felling one giant with the beast of corruption's aid, more foes had Dropped from above,

compelling his withdrawal. Almost spent, the MC had barely forced open the forward doors, having to shove Carmen inside with a kick. Prior to advancing, Marac instructed the beast of corruption to return promptly, knowing she would reappear soon. While progressing, Marac scrutinized the pathways stones, examining the ground's makeup. He gazed upward, astonished by what seemed to be significant archaeological discoveries. Before a fresh portal, Marnack announced they had at last arrived at the ruins conclusion. The cleric facing Marac stated the MC could explore the site as he desired. Upon carefully opening the portal and stepping inside, they

observed two relics showcased on a luminous pedestal. At a distance, the young man grasped that the tales he had read were factual. Facing Marac, the young man informed the cleric that despite lacking the right to ask, he Still wanted to request a boon. He inquired, somewhat uncertain, if he might retain the necklace, pledging ample compensation. Maintaining his characteristic smile, the cleric questioned the precise nature of the necklace. Carmen clarified the item was known as the lineage pathfinder, revealing that with a single blood drop, it could employ the wearer's blood as a guide, pointing towards individuals

of the same lineage. Marac, briefly Shutting his eyes, surmised the boy's aspirations. With a content look, the expedition's head stated that despite its obviousness, the boy sought his mother. Marak heard quietly as the young man recounted his search for an unknown mother. The boy then faced the cleric, awaiting assurance that he could retain the amulet. The cleric agreed and in exchange inquired if he might keep the blade. Departing the hallowed sight, they kindled a fire and sat near it, Both steering clear of substantial metal blocks, recalling their recent hardship. As Carmen dawned the necklace, he

remarked that without the cleric, he and Marac would certainly be a drift. While Carmen subtly observed Marach, the cleric appeared engrossed in contemplation. Grasping the necklace, Carmen asked the MC if he could consecrate it. Marnack, with a calm smile, affirmed his willingness to bless it. Touching the boy's finger lightly, Marac created a minor puncture. The boy's eyes shut, and shortly thereafter, a blood drop emerged. The boy offered thanks as Marac stated the preservation goddess would safeguard him. The boy subsequently inserted the drop into the amulet, allowing it to function as the core. Marac observed intently

as the drop landed on the amulet's central plate. Upon its activation, an outward current of magic appeared to course through the artifact. Valtus displayed Clear satisfaction. Observing the plate, he saw the necklace had become a compass, its needle indicating his mother's precise location. He felt convinced of her survival. Marac voiced his happiness that the necklace functioned as intended. Carmen Valtus attributed its success to the MC, [music] stating he was unsure how to settle such an obligation. Glimpsing into Marak's eyes, he conveyed a desire to request an additional favor. Valtus' Remark captured Marach's notice, prompting him

to watch his friend quietly, anticipating the next appeal. Valtus disclosed that as they were journeying west, he hoped Marac would accompany them in seeking his mother. He thought a visit to the capital would allow him to compensate Marak fittingly for aiding their travels. Marac listened closely as the youth guaranteed he would finance the expedition and then smiled. Internally, the MC desired to agree, yet Understood he could not remain with any individual for an extended period. Observing the young man's hopeful expression, he perceived an expectation of confirmation. Nevertheless, seated by the fire, Marac stayed quiet, causing

Valtus mild unease. Marak offered a faint smile. He sensed he could address his companion without appearing disingenuous. He then rose, grasped [music] the young man's hand, and stated that if agreeable, he would assist in Locating his mother. Smiling, the MC appeared to emit a glow, affirming he would strive to aid the youths on their travels. Significant time elapsed at the inn, and the Redhead had considered Marak's abrupt departure preposterous. She was incensed. Marak had merely retrieved his possessions and was now bidding farewell. Aaron then requested he extend his hand momentarily. she remarked. It would typically

not be completed so swiftly, but she had Exerted herself to finalize it. As the MC viewed the item he held, his gaze sharpened. It was the silver mercenary insignia. She wished for him to utter something significant, hoping he would grasp the implied message. He failed to comprehend, merely offering thanks, which intensified her irritation. The appropriate response would have been that they would soon collaborate. She conveyed these words, concluding with a playful gesture. Marac understood. He Shut his eyes and subtly bowed his head, unaccustomed to revisiting locations. As his existence was migratory, he avoided repeating routes,

believing it could constrain his liberty. Aaron informed Marak that his current lifestyle would prevent him from finding a soulmate. She added that this made it her duty to speak her mind. Marak observed her, seeking clarity on her intentions. She stated that they would meet again shortly. This genuinely perplexed Marac. Aaron then reiterated their imminent reunion. Before Marac could speak, she pressed her fingers to his lips, stating he required no knowledge of the method. As a final gesture, she put a finger to her own lips, declaring at her last act before enacting a punishment. Concurrently, Overdose

visited the Lord and noted with surprise his gleaming hairless head. The Lord, smiling, explained that he had simply attained humanity's genuine form. He swiftly Shifted topics, inquiring if Marac intended to journey to the capital. A letter of recommendation was then presented to him. With an enigmatic smile, he confessed current inability to offer payment, but suggested the letter could provide aid through a trusted friend in the capital. He cautioned, however, that the friend should only be approached as a final option due to his challenging nature. Marac expressed sincere gratitude for the offering. The Lord in turn

conveyed his contentment in providing it as a genuine sign of camaraderie. He wished the MC a splendid existence, aware of life's brevity. In a different area, numerous tracks appeared in the snow. Two companions proceeded alongside each other, departing from Geese. Valtus, smiling, observed they had roughly a half day's journey remaining until the subsequent town. Marak appeared cheerful, yet understood the mother of corruption maintained her Dislike for Karmam Valtus. Her sole reason for permitting their joint travel stemmed from his status as a fresh ally within the three and a half fingers. This alliance had the potential

to yield 10,000 divinity points, equating to significant authority. Even so, Marac chose to retain his company. The MC walked, observing his joyful friend ahead, finding his vibrant personality appealing. As he contemplated, a distinct [music] energy permeated the Atmosphere. Thus, Marac unshathed his sword. A unique blade featuring multiple serrations and alerted his companion. Valtus, seeing Marak armed with his sword, offered a nervous smile, particularly after hearing Marak's statement. With a grim expression, Marach declared its proximity and held the sword before him. Marac understood something pursued them, rapidly closing the distance. Hearing this, Karmam spun around abruptly.

An impending attack Neared, and Marak swiftly moved, evading it. As it approached, they were surprised by a colossal spider that dominated a large part of the sky. The colossal beast settled near their position, caught within a treere's branches. Karmam inquired about the creature's type as he drew closer, and Marac identified it as a snow spider. The creature, now visible, sought an opportunity to initiate its assault. Observing this, Marac prepared himself, Taking out his bow and arrows. Carm glanced upward and noticed Marac already wielding his sword, engaging the adversary. Instantly, following a single defeat, additional spiders

emerged, prompting Marak to advance again. Marak declared to Carum with a fierce smile that the next time he intended to employ the sword, he would first require a cleaning spot. He spoke this while lifting it again. With his subsequent strike, Marach hit another attacking Spider, further dirtying his weapon. His weapon was not alone. His whole body bore the creature's remnants. The perspective shifted, displaying Giss's ravaged city. At a makeshift site, the area's lord greeted an unannounced guest. The blue-haired young woman, the visitor, assured him he had no cause for concern. Directly, the lord questioned the

purpose of the sudden call, noting the unusual nature of the blue acceptance flame appearing unannounced. She set a document on the surface and requested his examination. As the lord reviewed the document, she inquired if he had previously encountered the man. Holding the paper, he observed a poorly rendered drawing yet still identified. Concealing his recognition of the illustration, he asked why they sought that individual. The morning sun filled the window view, and the woman stated it was a private affair. She overheard the lord remark that nobody could identify An individual solely from that sketch. The lord

then suggested her departure if her business was concluded, explaining he had no leisure to squander amidst the disorder. The young woman appeared to comprehend, then rose and departed with the lord merely observing her exit. Once she was gone, he stroked his beard, starting to ponder Marac. Concurrently, Valtus investigated the spiders while Marac merely observed the unusual action. With his typical smile, Marac Asked the boy about his activity. Marak heard the young man explain he sought the snow spider's venom sack, which also intrigued Marac. The boy, now possessing the venom container, stated it commanded a significant

price. Still smiling, Marach inquired about his extensive knowledge. Harmon informed Marak that his involvement in numerous monster hunts had provided him much practical learning. As he severed the required components, Harmon stated his knowledge Came from practical application, which he found highly beneficial. Marac, attempting to recoil from any spray, mentioned he would also try it. Harmon, caked with dirt, informed him that the closest city was approximately half a day's journey away. Concurrently, guards stood vigilant, having noticed an approaching element, and one indicated it to his comrade. Indeed, their signals confirmed two individuals neared, those being Marak

and his companion. A guard, Intending to assist, sprinted to intercept the pair. Visibly concerned, he inquired how they had managed to bypass the municipal barrier. Marac, with a perplexed look, stated they had traveled the whole distance on foot. The guard comprehended, yet informed them the city had been sealed off for a minimum of 3 days because of the creatures. This piqued Marac's interest, prompting the MC to request further explanation from the guard. The guard Disclosed that creature assaults had been increasing in regularity. Recently, Baltus heard the guard mentioned that following the assaults, no physical remains

were found, a peculiar detail. It was common knowledge that snow spiders were creatures solely extracting the vital fluid from their victims. Now, the guards observed the two individuals and beckoned them. One stated the regional noble wished an audience with them, and a second guard, breathless, Corroborated the report. The final guard reaching them offered to escort them to the noble's location. For Marac, it was noteworthy to discover the estate was owned by a noble. Sometime later, they had all cleansed themselves and were now presenting themselves to a corpulent noble. Marak stated he was already apprised of

the creature predicament. The Lord stated this was the purpose for their summons, to confer about ongoing matters. He claimed it was directed by a Malevolent spirits devote, but Marac considered sealing the whole city excessive for a single adherent. The Lord clarified that per the clergy, a minimum of four distinct cults existed. Before a diverse spread of food, the Lord articulated that these sects collaborated. He grew tearful as he revealed he had but lately assumed lordship and that his deceased father would have rectified the circumstances. Gesturing to the diverse provisions, he Considered the continued abundance of

supplies a small comfort. The troops also maintained a degree of morale. Thus, the situation remained manageable at the table. Gesturing broadly, he stated that the true nature of events remained unknown due to the city's isolation. Facing Marac, the lord expressed his need for an individual capable of bypassing the creatures. The lord's expression was laden with apprehension, anticipating their reply, Particularly Marx. Remaining quiet, Marach shut his eyes as if concentrating. Marak then stated his intention to assist as much as possible. Later, Marac spoke with the incensed hand of the goddess. holding a magical artifact. He mentioned

its acquisition from the Flo's investigators. The MC noted that the magical item was exclusive to desert areas. Marach now sat on the bed's edge, accompanied by the goddess's hand, his blade, and the Enchanted receptacle. He inserted the sword into the mystic container, following the goddess's directive to enhance its keenness. Upon completion, he retrieved the precious article, preparing to stow it. As the goddess's hand rested on his shoulders, she stated while rubbing her hands together that life should be fully embraced, Marac appeared content observing the item in his inventory. The hand of the goddess stayed by

his side. With a ry grin, Marach expressed a long-held desire to utter those exact words. He informed the goddess that the true motive for accepting the lord's plea was the situation's peculiar nature. The MC had no prior knowledge of four distinct sex collaborating. While the evil spirits designation sounded formidable, its import was minimal within that game. It was common knowledge that main deities bestowed this title upon other gods. Mentally sound individuals were seldom Found among adherence of evil spirits. In contrast to main god sex that united against the evil spirit, those serving the spirit seldom

coordinated efforts. Therefore, Marac, appearing cold and wary, suspected an unusual occurrence. Driven by that intuition, he departed alongside the lord's guard troops. Carmen glanced behind her, observed an anomaly, and began to worry. Gazing upward, her jaw dropped in astonishment at the sight of numerous monstrous Spiders. Marach merely appeared content. Convinced the moment was opportune, Valtus was surprised when Marac declared he would advance to divert their focus. Despite his friends warning about the extreme danger of facing them solo, Marac cautioned that their current speed meant swift capture. Valtus grasped his meaning imperfectly, yet his eyes stayed

wide. Releasing the reigns, Marac instructed Carmen to secure and return with reinforcements. As others sped Forward, Marac, having released his reigns, was now descending. Seeing Marac left behind, his companion simply yelled out. Marak, quite pleased, informed the goddess's hand that his statement had been highly effective. Subsequently, a tremendous blast propelled snow and ice everywhere. Upon hearing it, Valtus clenched his reigns and shut his eyes, displaying sorrow. The blast prompted other riders to turn around. They observed immense creatures resembling Mutated wolves. Numerous snow spiders also appeared, accompanied by snakes and centipedes. Yet amidst these creatures, [music]

Marac proved the most formidable. A wild grin on his face, he inquired of the goddess what she had implied by deeming his performance interesting. Sword poised, he prepared to cleave through every one of those grotesque beings. He intended to thoroughly address each of the lesser creatures. His saw was ready For this task. As he repelled some, additional monsters continuously emerged. Nonetheless, Marac persisted, striking down all adversaries with his blade. The MC's grip on the distinctive sword's hilt tightened. Employing it, he dealt lethal strikes to every beast in his way. An increasing number of snow spiders

and other fearsome creatures manifested. However, having felled all those creatures with his pair of swords, he turned away, leaving them to Collapse. With a look of contentment, he mused that daily occurrences like this would necessitate carrying a bathtub. He considered bringing it up later. For the moment, he faced an unusual location. As he advanced, [music] he reflected on the unbelievable treatment he was experiencing. The site featured aged wheels and barrels. Surveying his surroundings, he recalled stating the assault carriages had been vacant. Moving through them, he spotted a hand Close to his feet. Upon crouching for

a nearer inspection, he observed the remainder of the body, utterly desiccated, characteristic of spider attacks that deplete a body of all its blood. Gazing upward, he failed to comprehend their enjoyment of such a feast. He now discerned they had left the remnants as ornamentation. He personally considered it a rather lavish display. In a jovial manner, he assured the goddess there was no cause for Concern, but requested constant protection for their guard. While traversing, he informed her that regarding humans, he presumed the entity could likely consume them. Observing his surroundings, he estimated ample bodies remained for

a three-day feast. He surmised they were nurturing offspring. Continuing his journey, pondering this, he spotted Antonio ahead, who was notably large. He observed that everything from that juncture onward Increased significantly in size, as though multiple giants inhabited the area. A smile crossed his features. Marach reasoned the divine entity following him ought to manifest. Subsequently, multiple eyes fixed on him. Upon glancing skyward, he observed a colossal spider surpassing all others in size. This particular one was not solitary. She appeared to be their monarch, the grandest of her kind, accompanied by numerous others. She Seemed poised to

initiate combat with Marac. In that instant, his [music] gaze deepened in verdant hue, and he requested the goddess demarcate corruption. Instantly, a verdant energy barrier encircled the arachnids. With the emerald glow illuminating the MC's countenance, he offered a faint smile. Yun intimidated. Confronting the colossal arachnid, Marac informed the goddess he would require her authority. Upon his declaration, the beast started To manifest to aid him as usual, and he admitted that he would make a sacrifice that day. The fierce white beast, ever responsive to the MC's summons, then appeared. Marak promised the mighty creature the head

of the man-eating arachnid. He observed the white beast battle the massive spider, and concurrently, emerald tattoo-like patterns resurfaced on his countenance. Marac also observed the beast was losing ground as the spider impaled its Appendages into her. The monstrous arachnid snarled and displayed its keen fangs toward the beast. The beast cried out in agony as the numerous tentacles penetrated her, and Marac perceived the spider's double size, noting its intense rage, evidenced by continued snarling, teeth bearing, and even salivating. Adopting a cunning expression, Marac considered how to assist the giant. Thus, he began striking with his distinctive

swords, severing the Tentacles and stopping their assault on the giant. He sought to liberate the giant for greater assistance. The MC sensed concentrated energy within the spider's form, and he persisted in his cuts, taking care to avoid harming any of the arachnid's components. His gaze intensely verdant. Marne theorized a vulnerable spot must exist. From beneath the arachnid, he observed the weak point had become discernible. He opted to attack close to it, nearly bisecting the Spider. Despite liquid splashing onto his face, he felt contentment having grasped the situation. He readied his stance for the subsequent assault,

perceiving the divine presence dispersed across the creature's form. Marak once more sprang toward the spider, aiming to sever only its legs, preserving the divinity. As the monster continued its struggle, Marac instructed it to advance. Gripping something firmly, he declared his intent to assist and Requested the formidable beast immobilize the spider. Consequently, the white beast opened its jaws broadly and intensified its growling. She seized the spider's legs, immobilizing it, as Marac had requested. The arachnid perceived the duo's sudden motions as unusual. While the massive beast restrained the arachnid, Marac approached from an optimal position to target

the precise location. Marac concluded that despite its variations, it remained an arachnid, So he would sever only its thoracic skeletal section. The MC assaulted the vulnerable area, cleaving the body's most slender skeletal portion and leaving the remainder intact. As he performed this, his eyes shone with an intense deep green and profound malevolence. With a potent blow, he elicited the desired response. During its bifurcation, the spider regarded him bewildered. Marak had to deliver multiple blows as the section proved Exceedingly dense and resistant to cleavage. While the beast maintained its grip, he persisted in assaulting the identical

point. Ultimately, the anticipated outcome materialized. That piece disintegrated. Marak had now successfully bifurcated the arachnid correctly. The MC recoiled before the luminescence generated by the impact as the segments parted. The [music] white beast summoned by the mother of corruption roared fiercely, bearing its Fangs completely. Meanwhile, Marac, having impacted the precise location, landed on the ground. He was somewhat surprised, having descended directly beneath the massive beast, which roared and appeared to harbor lingering resentment. Marak knew he had disappointed the beast previously, so he offered an apology for his prior flight. The wild beast roared with gaping

maw and uplifted limbs. Glancing a scance, Marac judged the beast remained Insufficiently placid. She was yet agitated. Equally vexed was the divinity compelled to vacate the spider's body. She exited the ruined arachnid's maw, only perceiving Marach's legs. Satisfied, Marac indicated himself and declared his awareness of being a peculiar individual. The entity was highly unusual, featuring red eyes and multiple dark markings where brows typically rested. She exited the spider's maw as if expelled, [music] Visibly exasperated by her thwarted schemes. She observed Marac, who smiled, and he inquired about her reasons for encircling that city. The feral

woman questioned why she would disclose information unwillingly. As remnants of the massive spider and others littered the ground, Marac idly prodded his sword. From his elevated position, he informed her that explaining the city's encirclement would be prudent. Her continued silence prompted him to thrust The [music] blade deeper into her arm. The divine entity drooled, but maintained her smile, suggesting pain would not elicit speech. She asserted that even in death, she would not disclose an unwanted secret. Marach smiled, stating he had already deduced this, and the deity's panicked gaze indicated the imminent outcome. Having no alternative,

Marac severed the deity's head from its body. Following this strike, his sword shone amidst the Surrounding debris, claiming the deity yielded an additional thousand in his compensation. He pondered how many more such beings required defeat before the spirit worshippers would offer information. A smirk formed as he concluded his immediate task was complete. With a devilish green energy grin, he affirmed he could dispatch any necessary number. Once Marac had finished with the deity, he returned, observing the inferno below, his Demeanor grew stern. He failed to grasp how the city had been located and ignited so swiftly.

Within the gates, as the lord lay weeping, onlookers observed his large physique, remarking that despite his title, he resembled a pig. A discussion of reincarnation now ensued, and the fair-haired man inquired about the unstable dark-haired woman's state. A different blonde, curly-haired woman stated preparations were incomplete. She suspected a loss of some operatives due To an individual glancing at the young dark-haired woman as she spoke. Raising her hand, she voiced complete outrage, asserting that her actions were unintentional. She mentioned two bronny monks and a man from the teaching sect who persistently troubled her. These three now

debated their course of action near the fire and the lord's corpse. They also referred to the escaped archer, noting Carmen's hurried departure on horseback. The Curly-haired, green-eyed woman with an eye patch observed the spider member's disappearance. Her destruction remained unknown to them. The fair-haired blue-eyed man thought the situation was excessive, and internal conflict was pointless given the escape of the individual and their concern to pursue Carmen. Allowing the young man's escape was too [music] perilous, considering their years spent devising a perfect strategy. The dark-haired woman raged Furiously, her veins distended as she shouted. Observing her

distress, the fair-haired woman noticed the fair-haired man's lack of adequate focus on her. She recognized the increasing proximity of the man and the other dark-haired woman. Disregarding other matters, she declared her intention to inspect the external situation. Observing Parma's commotion, the fair-haired man requested her to compose herself. Upon his declaration to Penalize Ila, the arachnid woman for the entire predicament, Parma, [music] smirking with a hand on her hip, stated that she would remain silent for the moment should that occur. However, her gaze expanded at the sight unfolding directly ahead. The fair-haired woman's head detached from

her torso. It was Marak. Marac emerged, wielding his peculiar sword, already decapitating individuals. The man exhibited fright upon noticing the sword's double Serrated blades. Shortly thereafter, Marach bisected the blue-eyed blonde man. This was a literal division. Concurrently, Parma, the dark-haired, violeteyed young woman, gripped her jaw in terror. Marak's countenance displayed a dreadful aspect resembling decay. He considered that dispatching the third group member without preamble could be somewhat unjust. Thus, with his features normalizing into a broad smile, he noted that these individuals possessed the Ability to control divine beings. The woman, fear-stricken [music] and wideeyed, dreaded

for her existence, yet offered to divulge all information. This action even surprised Marac as he found no need to coersse her. She disclosed everything voluntarily. Upon completion, her eyes stayed dilated and perspiration formed, fearing she would not be freed. Marac, now composed with a slight smile, yet enveloped by a green aura, continued to gaze at the young Woman, asserting she served the malevolent entity. Smiling afterward, he inquired about their motive for encircling the city. Having heard the narrative, he considered it more intriguing than initially perceived. She gestured toward an enormous head resembling a mobile sphere

of flesh. Clarifying this accounted for their prolonged duration, indicating skyward, she stated the entire operation was flawless, as 3 years had been dedicated To its preparation. The entity appeared animate and swiftly embedded itself in the earth. The account was straightforward. The woman stated the necessity of sacrificing all city inhabitants. She confessed the group understood five years were requisite for preparation, but a knight's vanishing compelled them to expedite the scheme. Hearing this, Marac seized a saw, preparing to sever. Parma dreaded becoming the target, but he proceeded Past her, announcing he would eradicate the monster that had

devoured human tissue and vital fluid. The woman implored as he rent the fleshy bulk with his distinct sword. She cautioned against the action, stating the dignity remained incomplete. Yet, Marac disregarded her. In desperation, she shrieked that all were imperiled. Despite her warning, the MC calmly suffered a piercing blow from the being emerging from the flesh mass. The Unstable creature awoke, bearing a tooth-filled maw, and ascended from the peculiar blob. It cried out that it felt agony. A colossal eye then manifested, consuming much of its form, and a divinity surfaced from within the meat mass. Roaring

with rage, Marac merely lifted his hand to detach the tentacle flung at his arm. Once it was detached and severed by his blade, he displayed a sinister smile. Casting the tentacle to the ground, he trampled it, declaring he Would offer that flesh sphere to his deity. Concurrently, Parma shrieked, struggling to comprehend Marak's actions. She urgently stated her uncertainty regarding the consequences if he continued to antagonize the entity. However, with an eye roll, she conceded this retribution originated from the MC's hand. Upon his elimination of the entity, Parma acquired an additional thousand divinity points. Her complete

divinity now totaled 8,592. Similar to the malevolent spirits devotees, he had also drawn out the Lord's divine essence. Given the man remained prone on the earth, gathering his divinity proved simple. He understood 10,000 units were required for a new authority. Concurrently, the expansive monster drooled while observing Marac. The MC considered that attempting to sever the flesh blob with his weapon would result in the creature's regeneration. Conversely, Prolonged combat would lead to his defeat. [music] He recognized the peculiar entity lacked a vulnerability. Unlike the spider queen, as he pondered, the tentacled creature possessing a massive eye

completely surfaced from the flesh mass. Knowing no alternative, he firmly grasped his blade. He set his stance for flight. Then he sprang ahead, moving at maximum speed, baffling the monster. Witnessing the MC's retreat, the immense red eye expanded, and the Creature shrieked that it was in agony. Marach merely neared the prostrate citizens to gather their divine essences. Each individual represented a single divinity as they held no authoritative status or comparable position. He moved past each, amassing points, yet the total remained insufficient. As the monster pursued him, Marac wore a smile. He addressed his goddess, who

was already aware. She conveyed to him that he needed to Acquire a new authority prior to confronting the monster. The monster continued its advance, [music] its massive eye luminous as it let out an open-mouthed roar. Its gaze encompassed Marac, who in its perception seemed monochromatic. The creature was in close proximity. When it paused to bellow, the ground fractured severely. Eventually, Marac found himself compelled to halt and shield his ears as the monster's vocalization was too intense. The Colossal menace flung its appendages towards the MC. He glanced behind him, simultaneously, reaching for his blade. While the

appendages extended, the monster fragmented much of the terrain and environment. Yet, they impacted near Marac, who recoiled, calling out to his goddess. As the immense creature shrieked in agony, a gaping void materialized overhead. Through the vast aperture the monster witnessed, shrinking in its perception, the Goddess's creature descend. The white giant clasped its hands for a ruinous strike. This was the characteristic maneuver from the white giant dispatched by the goddess who impacted the monster from an elevated position. A colossal eruption of verdant particles was visible remotely. With gritted teeth, Marac understood that a single impact would

prove insufficient, but it had only incensed the monster further. The creature now ground its fangs toward the Great white giant. Nevertheless, [music] it also thrust its appendages into the giant's body. Witnessing this spectacle, Marac became incensed as he observed the corruption giant's impalement. The MC recognized the giant's solo effort would be insufficient, but he urged the creature to exert its utmost. Marak now sought a method to acrewue more dignity, thereby gaining authority. For this purpose, he required additional casualties from the fire and the malign Spirits devotees. Consequently, he traversed the confflration, but numerous corpses had

already relinquished their divine essence. The fire had engulfed the majority of the zone, and the goddess apprised Marac that most were no longer viable. Marne would have collected the divinities had he been aware prior to engaging the malign spirits devote trio. While moving, he reflected that the current accumulated units totaled only 9,237. Advancing resolutely through the inferno, he believed a small additional amount was required. He concentrated on his reflections while navigating the blaze. Unexpectedly, an unusual event drew his notice. A significant detonation erupted in close proximity. Its force compelled him to lift both arms to

evade incoming debris. Clutching his unique sword, Marac prepared his defense. Simultaneously, the creature attempted to fling its tentacles at the MC. His expertise allowed him to halt several tentacles using his saw. Marak chose to flee and gather additional units instead of entering [music] a doomed battle. The adhesive creature shrieked the sole word it seemed to comprehend, proclaiming its pain. The creature hovered above Marac, aiming a surprise assault. Its strike proved ineffective as the MC merely evaded. The highly evolved monster nashed its teeth filled with animosity and fury. [music] Concurrently, Marac, with his green eyes and

saw ready, fixed his gaze upon the monster. The tentacled entity, now possessed feet almost humanlike. Its overall visage also bore a strong resemblance to a human. Its tentacles were gone. Marac, now confronting the creature directly, observed a substantial transformation following its encounter with the giant. The oneeyed monster, teeth clenched, extended its hand toward the MC. The creature seemed To smirk subtly while observing Marac from a distance. Once its hand opened, multiple tentacles sprang forth and shot toward the MC. Marak regarded the entity before him with concentrated vision. His alertness enabled him to sever the incoming

tentacles from various angles, all with his sword, which resembled a saw. Naturally, the creature disliked its shredded appendages. Yet, Marac would not cease. He charged at the monster, aiming to cleave it as well. While readying this assault, his green eyes sharpened, perceiving an alteration. The monster had rapidly bridged the gap. Already adopting an aggressive posture, it succeeded in seizing Marac with multiple tentacles. The creature seemed to apply pressure, attempting to grip Marak firmly. It then ran, seemingly intent on slamming the MC into the earth. Marac, now inverted, observed the ground approaching swiftly until he was

hurled with immense power Into the soil. Upon contact, he fractured the surface. [music] Sprawled with arms outstretched, he gazed skyward. With a derisive grin, Marach informed his goddess that he was well, and indeed felt exceptionally fortunate. Marak then inquired of the goddess if she recalled the earlier statements of the worshippers. He prompted her memory, noting their identification of the large fallen figure as a lord. Resting his sword on the earth for stability, he Rose to his feet. Maintaining an upright posture appeared to demand some effort from him. With his ascent, the observing enemy's foot became

visible. Beyond mere observation, it was already initiating a fresh offensive maneuver. At a distance, Marac perceived a luminescence emanating from the creature he pursued. Aware of his dwindling time and still smiling, Marac requested the goddess gather all available divinities. Following his declaration, verdant flames enveloped The area. His divine power visibly escalated with speed, particularly given the dense assembly of soldiers. Once his divinity attained 10,000, Marac's countenance had already shifted. As the monster fixated on him, it pondered his actions. When Marac halted within a core of green essence, it commenced radiating with the monster merely observing.

The MC petitioned the goddess to receive his offering of 10,000 units. The divine presence manifested behind Marac as a Shadowy, beautiful woman. Upon witnessing this, the monster expressed dislike for the green illumination and comprehended nothing. Subsequently, black flames enveloped Marac entirely, escalating the monster's bewilderment and shock as it stood by helplessly. Eventually, it observed Marak advancing towards it, his expression conveying readiness for combat. Marak's gaze was serene, and he appeared to hold a fascinating surprise for the monster Before him. Marach's sword already featured its serrated blades correctly positioned. Marach, closing his eyes with excitement, stated

the monster was on the verge of experiencing profound pain. In response, the creature expanded its red eye and ground its teeth. Marac, now adorned with his characteristic neon green tattoos, instructed the beast to observe intently. However, the monster naturally refused to remain stationary. It was already initiating another Assault. Still, facing Marach's demonic gaze and his nent authority, the abyss of corruption, that monster proved insignificant and would not attain its desires effortlessly. Drawing close to the monster, Marac recognized his abilities could disintegrate any living organism. He felt content, having successfully employed the scripture of corruption while

the monster merely smiled. The deployment of the corruption rosary had yielded its rewards. He now Possessed the discretion to select which bodily segment would undergo decomposition. The creature recoiled upon perceiving its hand decay to the point of detachment. Gazing sarcastically, Marac inquired about the monster's regenerative capabilities. The creature with wide eyes struggled to discern if decay or regrowth was occurring. Nevertheless, Marac did not delay. Armed with his blade, he intended to cleave the monster. The infeebled Creature, its red eye fixed, pleaded with Marac to cease. For that adversary, however, time had run out. Marach's sword

had already penetrated its remaining form. Severing the monster's remnants, Marac informed his goddess of his triumph. Content, Marak now clasped a sphere of pink energy, which the goddess's hand also gripped. The luminous orb represented a relic the MC had decided to present to the goddess. Upon the goddess accepting the gift, Marac requested she undo an additional seal. [music] The offering's acceptance released a vast green light that engulfed Marac. Daylight returned and Marac retained the sphere within his grasp. His prominent green eye surveyed the vista before him. That city section remained intact and he observed an

approaching figure. Marach appeared somewhat eager at the nearing individual and seemed to know her. The person before him seemed a young female with Bandaged limbs mirroring the goddess's hand. The young female regarded the boy, then placed her bandaged hand upon her face. [music] As customary, Marac regarded the girl with a smile. To confirm her identity as his goddess, Marac placed his hand on the girl's face. A true smile indicated his recognition of her. The girl, a child barely able to walk, asked Marnack why she remained a child. When Marach attempted to question the goddess, the

Girl merely looked, striving to hear distinctly. Marach wished to ascertain if another deity's essence flowed within that deceased vessel. He sought a method to obtain it. Yet, she was already disintegrating into dust. Still, the girl lifted her bandaged hand toward the dust. Her expression tightened with effort as she pushed both hands toward the dissolving remnants. She knelt, weeping, understanding her inability to hold the divinity. With a smile, Marac Told the goddess there was no need to strive intensely. suggesting she could simply rejoin him. The young girl appeared calmer after returning to Marac and embracing him

as he stated the situation was chaotic. Gazing at the MC, the girl wept, expressing her inability to revert to her original shape. With the green orb clutched in her hand, she announced they had unsealed the holy relic using 10,000 divinities. She requested a favor from the goddess During this declaration, and the sphere emanated a green light, mirroring the corruption goddess's eyes. As Marac spoke of requiring a new celestial authority, a powerful illumination materialized. The potent light descending from above constituted the nucleus of an immense energy mass. That energy encased Marac within a luminous orb. Marac

with captivated eyes inquired of the goddess the nature of this novel authority. The goddess within her Dimminionative form balled her hands, her cheeks reening, and affirmed his freedom to utilize it. While accompanying the small goddess, Marac informed her the power felt excessively potent. With a smile, Marac considered the recently acquired corruption curse to be an authority perilously akin to the demonic. Lacking control, all life within a modest city's bounds would gradually decompose. To Marac, [music] targeting villains or the deceased would Be acceptable, but inflicting it upon innocence was deemed improper. As the relic lay broken

on the earth, the subsequent query arose, "Why had the holy artifact been confined within an incarnation?" Marne observed the young woman with keen eyes, musing that it might not be mere chance. Considering the relic's dwindling remnants, he pondered if the goddess was being exploited. If so, and they fashioned the incarnation using the goddess's Abilities, a grave issue would arise. Gazing at the young goddess and contemplating the predicament already caused him discomfort. Having endured numerous divinity infused assaults, he now experienced dizziness before the goddess. Shortly thereafter, Marac fell in sensate to the ground. The young goddess,

possessing brown eyes and black hair, wept, her gaze mirroring Marac's green eyes. Her tears now landed on the MC's face where he lay prone. She Grieved, [music] observing he had attained his endurance limit. Yet at a specific juncture, her eyes appeared to fill with vigor and dilate. She perceived Carmen before her, smiling and stating that Marac had at last awakened. Upon realizing consciousness, Marac abruptly reached for his chest, [music] his expression suggesting a forgotten detail. Abruptly, Marac sat upright and questioned Carmen about the whereabouts of his belongings. The young man Requested Marac to compose himself

and pledged a full explanation. However, Marac, in distress, yelled and insisted on his possessions without delay. Nevertheless, upon sensing the goddess's essence within, Marac progressively settled. Carmen appeared aware the cloth's contents held great significance for his companion and Marac. He therefore presented him with the goddess's bandaged hand, allowing the MC to grasp it. Significantly calmer, Marac Stated he believed it was lost, and Carmen responded that he felt it carried significance. Thus, Marac retained it, despite others claiming it held no value for transport. He clutched the bandaged hand for the MC. Marach, beaming as if presented

with a novel play thing, clasped the goddess's hand against his [music] chest. Observing Marak's delight, Carmen placed a hand on his head, dismissing it as inconsequential. Carmen recalled that without Marach's Sacrifice, specifically his leap from a horse in Kelton at a critical juncture, events might have worsened. Marak now wished to ascertain their precise location. However, Carmen clarified they remained in the same city, 10 days having passed with reconstruction underway. Even with widespread destruction, inhabitants from nearby settlements offered aid in the recuperation effort. When Marac inquired about survivors, Carmen clarified that Only Marac himself remained alive.

A picturesque vista now encircled a devastated metropolis. Later, at a slight distance, a man sustained leg wounds from a dagger. He appeared frantic to elude his [music] pursuers. Hindered by his leg injury, he could no longer ambulate, consequently collapsing into the snow. White [music] booted feet approached the man. He, along with numerous others, had been seized and enslaved. Their captor was a tall young Woman with azure hair. As she fixed her gaze upon him, her blue hair and eyes prominent. He shrieked, [music] pleading for her not to harm him. With the dagger still lodged in

his leg, he endured immense suffering. The woman sternly declared he would lose the ability to walk. The man vowed he could maintain his previous speed despite his wounded leg. Weeping, he cried that he would not attempt escape again. Yet the woman exhibited no apparent regret. Drawing Her weapon, she severed his head from his torso in one blow. Following this, she shut her eyes and summoned a hallowed flame. She commanded the flame to persist while the corpse rested on the earth. Subsequent to her pronouncements, a cerulean fire diffused across the man's form. The woman desired for

the man's transgressions to incinerate alongside his body and head. The other individuals, destined for slavery, grieved, anticipating a similar Dire outcome. The woman, speaking with a severe inflection, instructed everyone to continue moving without delay. [music] Now brief and fatigued footprints were visible in the snow. The individuals were weary yet compelled to continue their trek. Refusal meant a weapon awaited, leading to the same fate as their companions. The snow-covered mountains bore the tracks of these individuals. A local guard, astonished by the bandits presence, inquired if Their captor was surrendering them. A bandit with a purple bruise

around one eye proclaimed they were all members of the snow bears. Every one of them knelt in unison, pleading. They implored the guard to arrest them, desiring immediate imprisonment far from that woman. The blue-haired woman stated that if this was their desire, the guard ought to fulfill it. The guard, however, relayed that Lord Kelton, who had offered the reward for those men, had died. Trusting An adherent of the evil spirit, she calculated she would receive the bounty in roughly a day. As she pondered the mountain scenery, the woman inquired about the worshipper's fate. The prevailing

story was that Marac had eradicated them all 10 days prior. The woman had previous knowledge of the demon slaying priest hailing from Giz. Therefore, she sought confirmation from the guard that they spoke of the identical Marac. Meanwhile, Marach Enjoyed a pleasant meal with Carmen, who persisted in narrating the MC's heroic feats. The blue-haired woman questioned the guard about Marach's continued presence in Kelton. Several already inebriated friends embarked on an excursion to another tavern. Within a tavern, a fair-haired youth, rosy cheicked from drink, attended a query concerning Marac. Holding his substantial beer mug, he strained to

catch the question clearly. The Blue-haired woman sought to ascertain if Marac remained in that settlement and his location. Nevertheless, all present were significantly inebriated. She overheard that Marac was the destined heir who opposed malevolent spirits. Inquiring about him in that establishment would not sate her curiosity. Concurrently, two companions departed on horseback. Marach and Carmen mounted galloped swiftly across the snow. Still on horseback, Marach Recollected a moment when the Lord wished to convey information. He remembered confronting the Lord, who mentioned a blue-haired priestess of the sacred flame sect. She had sought him, but the Lord disclosed

his refusal to offer any details. Marne inquired if she was certain of his survival, and the Lord indicated her uncertainty. Yet he conveyed that upon hearing of the search for him, her gaze betrayed no sign of surrender. At the time, Marac even Clenched his teeth, knowing it would become a problem. Now riding swiftly through the snow, he informed the goddess he was already aware of the situation. He and his companion were departing from Kelton. The woman's white footwear traversed the settlements, perpetually seeking Marac. Marac was aware that the goddess had assessed the blue-haired woman at

four and a half fingers. Mounted on his horse, he expressed [music] gratitude to his Friend for consenting to depart the city promptly. Carmen stated that concern was unnecessary. He preferred to exit when the opportunity arose rather than draw notice. His friend's comments brought a broad smile to Marac's countenance. A fortnight had elapsed, and the two progressed calmly through the snow. Marak's smile remained distinctly apparent on his features. Carmen remarked he could be mistaken, but he thought he had observed a conveyance Belonging to the Uremel family. Marach observing the carriage and individuals ahead inquired if Uriel

family referred to the eminent southern lord and Carmen affirmed it was precisely that individual. The carriage displayed the emblem of the white chameleia blossom. It was in fact the Uremel family's conveyance. Marach questioned Carmen if greeting them was appropriate given their converging paths. Carmen deemed it imprudent as the Lord's standard had not Been hoisted. Perhaps they were merely relatives. The carriage continued to approach Marac and Carmen. They did not even glance that way, passing as though unacquainted. However, something drew Marak's notice. An underlying presence was felt. Carmen perceived the alteration in his friend's expression the

instant he observed him. Then Marack cautioned Carmen that an individual was restrained within the carriage. Upon inspection, Carmen saw that all guarding The carriage brandished their arms. The mercenaries informed the youths they would be released if they [music] feigned ignorance of what they had witnessed. Subsequently, one mercenary displayed a broad, ill-natured grin and summoned his entire contingent. The men presumed it would be simple to subdue the pair, given their numerical advantage. The moment he yelled to eradicate them completely, a colossal detonation occurred. A head separated From its body, landing a considerable distance away. The head

was not merely cut by a sword. An arrow was also lodged within it. Observing their comrade's fate, the mercenaries broke into a cold sweat. One of them, suffering a head injury, demanded to know why they dared attack. Marac, still holding his sword, revealed he already knew they were kidnappers. With a precise glance, he cautioned his partner that only eight remained. This revelation made the Mercenaries sense the impending severity. The individual holding another at swordpoint instructed his subordinates not to fear the two weaklings. Everyone was also told to expedite the operation as time was [music] short.

The bald man issuing commands was so enraged that the veins on his forehead protruded. An arrow found its mark directly in his head. The MC's young friend, the archer, was responsible for this feat. He appeared Content that his shot had been accurate. Carm observing the area noted the carriage had collapsed and Marac was beside a woman experiencing severe nausea. When Carm inquired if he knew the woman's name, the sweating Marac stated he was not in a state to respond. He also informed his friend that he was uncertain if the girl had been drugged, but she

remained incapacitated. Despite the numerous fallen mercenaries, Marac observed that the girl's eyes were Honeyhued. The girl requested Marac to cease patting her back, explaining it exacerbated her nausea. Carm's eyes widened and a faint blush appeared as he beheld the young woman. The striking young woman with lengthy white hair, expressing gratitude for her rescue, identified herself as Kalto's eldest daughter. She introduced herself as Dakia, and indeed [music] the young woman possessed golden eyes. Karmam considered that if she was truly Dakia, The smiling young master's daughter, she was likely a mage. Marac, learning the young woman was

a noble mage, did not appear pleased, observing the girl with white hair and golden eyes. He anticipated extreme rudeness from her. Carm conversely believed that her status as a noble and a mage could be addressed later. The young man who favored women with generous [music] dispositions was conversing with Marac. Though the girl appeared to grasp their conversation, She coughed to capture their notice. She faced them and expressed a desire to know the name of her rescuer. [music] Marach introduced himself as Priest Marac, a servant of the goddess of preservation. The young woman smiled upon hearing

Marach's name, stating it was not an unfavorable one. Nonetheless, she mentioned a significant difficulty in walking. She inquired if either of them could offer some assistance. with unsteady legs. She clarified that the Anesthetic gas she had been made to breathe was still affecting her. Karma promptly volunteered assistance to Miss Dakia, identifying himself as Endus Valtus' son. Hearing his last name, the girl questioned if he genuinely intended to help her, staring intently at the young man, she stated that it might be disagreeable if others observed the black prairie dog in her company. Marach observed the girl

address his friend menacingly, remarking that he should at Least show consideration. Following this, she gazed at Marak's face and inquired if he concurred. At that moment, both men's eyes widened and they deduced the girl belonged to nobility. Beyond her magical abilities, they watched her attempt to interpret their thoughts. Mustering fresh courage, Carme questioned the young woman about the cause of her mortifying predicament. She stated that despite lacking concrete evidence of the perpetrator, she Possessed a strong intuition about the identity. This left Marac uncertain of her assertion. The girl with white hair and golden eyes claimed

the abduction had been clearly orchestrated by her brother. It constituted a deliberate act by Derso Aramal. And upon hearing his name, Marac, observing the young woman intently, deemed her narrative potentially credible. As she spoke, he considered how mages found little acceptance within noble families. Now Marac, with a graver demeanor, determined that no sorcerers were readily embraced in such dwellings. The vision of the white-haired young woman surfaced in his thoughts, [music] shunned by nobility simply for being a mage. Each time she moved through a corridor, she would perceive disparaging whispers perpetually [music] scrutinized for employing magic.

The delicate girl faced persistent rejection despite her birth into a noble lineage. No mages or Sorcerers held high esteem with many asserting difficulty in imparting proper etiquette. Beyond the evident prejudice, an ancient superstition also trailed magic practitioners. Consequently, a sorcerer rarely held a prominent or leadership role. A conviction persisted from epochs preceding the old empire that mages were incapable of ruling. Presently, the trio occupied a more serene section of the forest, convened around a campfire, partaking in a meal. Marac stayed composed and contemplative, considering that if she intended to secure a distinguished role as a

sorceress, she would need to confront her brother. The young woman appeared comfortable with the two men, even displaying a subtle smile throughout their exchange. Nonetheless, the moment she started recounting her personal history, her demeanor became strained, rendering Marac perceptibly uneasy. She proceeded with her narration, stating Her awareness that both men were attentive to her words. Carm desired her to continue her tale and even attempted to anticipate her next statement. Marac, observing the young woman's irritation, affirmed that he and his companion were listening. However, the young woman gave Marnack an uninviting glance. To alleviate the strain,

the MC remarked that her engrossment in the narrative caused her to burn the skewer's meat. Upon inspection, the meat was somewhat Charred. Thus, he offered her his own skewer containing succulent and tasty meat, which elicited an unforeseen smile from her. Presenting the skewer, Marac suggested that she might improve her mood by cooking less in the future. With a smile, he stated that preparing meat perfectly was simple. It merely required less conversation. The young woman did not welcome those pointed remarks from Marac. The hearth continued to glow, and the moon hung elevated in the heavens. Subsequently,

the young woman recommended speaking, [music] stating she had an offer, and sought their reply. Marac, by simply observing her, already surmised her proposition, confirming his suspicion when she voiced it. Her request was for them both to accompany her to her dwelling. She pledged a reward of gold equal to each of their individual weights. Her demeanor grew solemn as she spoke, indicating a significant matter was Involved. Marac could not conceal his enthusiasm at the prospect of gold or substantial compensation. His gaze was already sparkling. A foolish grin formed on his lips, unable to mask his captivation

by the valuable metal's sheen. Nevertheless, the initial patron for that expedition was Carmen, who became restless while scrutinizing his compass. Noticing his comrade's concern regarding the escort's potential duration, the MC contemplated rejecting The proposal. He also recalled when Carmen gave back the goddess's hand, saving it from incineration. Were it solely Marak's choice, he would have [music] dismissed the gold and pursued Carmen to his journeys end. However, the deity appeared to harbor different intentions. [music] Grasping her desire, Marne gested, likening himself to gold balanced on a scale. As Carmen lifted his hand, formed into a fist,

he seemed poised to make a Choice. The young woman of the night, perceiving this, became eager, [music] understanding they would acquire their necessities. Carmen, resolved to uphold his lineage's reputation, assumed the duty of guarding the young woman. Following extensive journeys through the snow, progressing steadily, the party advanced with resolve. Marac eventually spotted the subsequent city in the distance, which greatly thrilled the young woman. She joyfully sprinted, Anticipating her return home and a pleasant hot bath. Nevertheless, prior to anything else, they paused at a tavern, desiring a wash and some ale. With a smile, Carmen neared

Marac and the young woman, stating he had booked three rooms on the third level. Marak's strategy was straightforward. All would wash and then convene for a shared meal. The tavern, though compact, presented as clean and inviting. The meal appeared promptly and everyone dined contendedly, Appeasing their accumulated appetite. During the meal, Marach noticed an issue that caused him concern. He found no calm as a female server at an adjacent table faced harassment. A man with fair hair, a mohawk, and a substantial beard, his arms folded, advanced towards the table with a menacing look. He cautioned the

other men to cease troubling her, but one individual remained unfazed. With the soup still available, the man inquired when he had supposedly harassed The woman. Carmen, masticating deliberately, remarked to Marac that the mood was escalating in tension and suggested intervention. However, an individual intervened without delay. A forceful blow connected directly with the man's countenance. The impatient party was the white-haired young woman, evidently insensed by the circumstance. A sole strike propelled the man a considerable way, astonishing all witnesses. From the [music] rear, Marac Viewed the situation with a content expression. As another man attempted insolence, a

hand seized his head firmly. His visage was forcefully driven into the tabletop. It was Marak, unwilling to endure disrespect in his presence. Following the collision, he raised the man's head, checking if the chastisement sufficed. Perceiving the man had understood, he released [music] him with a grin. The young woman, having delivered her own admonition, received Fervent applause from the onlookers and the inkeeper. Carmen, meanwhile, held another man by his collar, one who had also behaved insolently. As the man dropped to his knees, Carmen spread his arms and stated that ultimately they were mere wayfarers. Placing her

hand on the young mage's head, she confessed that inequity enraged her. Marach simply listened to her words with close attention. Observing her from the rear, he pondered that her issue did not stem From insufficient emotional regulation. Out of curiosity, Carmen checked the insulent man's pockets, [music] discovering coins. Without pause, he threw the coins to Marac. Upon receiving them, the MC gave them to the inkeeper to compensate for the [music] disturbance's damages. Tranquility now filled the tavern, the inkeeper content. Dusk descended rapidly, and a knock soon sounded at the door. The white-haired youth inquired about the

caller, and an Unseen voice stated a need for a conversation. Opening the door with a smile, she discovered Marac at the entrance. Startled, she became quiet as he clasped her mouth and secured her head. Holding a sword, he forcefully hit the adjacent wall, aiming to seize her focus. He instructed her to listen quietly, expressing concern about disturbing Carmen. With green glowing eyes and a taut look, he questioned [music] her comprehension. Maintaining His stare, he recalled her previous assertion that she could not overlook injustice unfolding before her. The MC also remembered her, stating she ought to

have disregarded it, at least [music] in that specific instance. Given their pursuit by unknown powers, she should comprehend the critical need to avoid notice. Repeating such actions would jeopardize all. Maintaining her head pressed against the wall, Marac cautioned that recurrence of the conduct Would result in immediate physical action. Directing the object at her with a menacing gaze, he halted any reply and inquired about her understanding, instructing her to nod slowly if she grasped it. The girl, fear widening her eyes and her brow elevated, offered an affirmative nod. Perceiving her comprehension, he [music] displayed a slight

lopsided smile. Releasing her head at last, he glanced toward the door and gave her a cold good night. Following his departure, the girl stayed motionless, now gasping with an open mouth, perturbed by the profound fright. Exiting the chamber, Marac conversed with his goddess, clarifying that his actions were necessary to prevent escalation. Progressing down the corridor, he articulated that discovery was a risk they could not take at this mission stage. As he spoke to the goddess, the young woman stayed within the room, now seated on her folded legs, Overcome by a sense of bleakness. [music] However,

Marac recognized his limited options as the girl appeared to have a compulsive disposition toward justice. Subsequently, the setting transitioned, showcasing a grand opulent estate. Within, an individual was tasked with explaining the failed Dikia abduction, while another remained silent. The reporting individual quivered with apprehension, stating that greater monetary assets were required to Proceed with the operation. Yet the contractor, annoyed, claimed sufficient funds had been provided and with black painted nails beckoned the informant nearer. The man struck across the face held the position of regional manager for the global covert organization. The employer now sought a detailed

explanation for the mission's increased expense. Seated on the floor, the manager felt his face still flushed from the impact, contemplating his Explanation. His lips quivering with dread and grief, he inhaled deeply and gathered the resolve to articulate. He considered his spouse an offspring, understanding that failing to confront the predicament would endanger both his existence and his family. Thus, he lowered his head to the floor, signifying utter submission and despair. [music] He explained that the entire incident stemmed from the intervention of a Cleric dedicated to maintaining sacred honor. He specified that the involved cleric was identified

as the demon slayer. Hearing that designation, the aristocratic figure grew even more incensed, bearing his teeth in a display of utter fury. The manager, witnessing the intense wrath, chose to disclose that this cleric was no ordinary individual. He detailed that the cleric had vanquished a demon which had transformed into a colossal monster. He Additionally recounted the cleric's recent accomplishments in Kelton, where he had slain an entity created by the cultists. He noted that the individual had confronted everything unaided, thereby securing the designation of chief adversary to malevolent spirits. The individual, possessing pointed ears and eyes

of gold, started to focus [music] with heightened intensity following reports of such deeds. The manager subsequently appended that the Cleric was furthermore in the company of Valtus' eldest son. At that instant, the individual with golden eyes inquired whether Decia was in the duo's custody. Remaining prostrate, the manager offered a faint grin upon learning of further provisions for the mission's continuation. His stare menacing, the individual commanded that on the subsequent occasion, triumph must be assured. Notwithstanding the faint grin, the manager persspired and swallowed With apprehension. [music] Evidently daunted. Concurrently, within the same hostelry, inside his private

chamber, Marac was nourishing the small deity. He remarked to the dimminionive figure that he might have been excessively severe with the silver-haired maiden. However, when the deity inquired about his concern for the maiden, Marac stated she was a patron. Prior to his further discourse, a knock resounded at the entrance. The moment the taps occurred, The deity swiftly concealed herself within an emerald radiance. Perceiving the caller was young Deia, Marac granted her entry. Despite his words, a trace of unease flickered within his gaze, the maiden stepped into the chamber, secured the entrance, and rested against it

in silence. Her gaze remained fixed on an object upon the bed, clearly captivated. It was a platter laden with diverse sustenance which Marac utilized to nourish the small deity. Marac, Observing her fixed attention, removed the platter from the bed and bitter her to take a seat. They both settled on the bed's edge and maintained quietude for a brief period. [music] Eventually, the maiden ended the quietude, inquiring whether the severity of the rebuke stemmed from her being a spellcaster. [music] While she uttered her query, Marac stayed quiet, continuing to sit beside her. He appeared to ponder

her statement, and following a brief Consideration, Marac affirmed that indeed such was the cause. The maiden exhaling declared her prior awareness, having perceived [music] it within his gaze. Marach did not at once grasp her meaning behind the gaze. She went on, clarifying her familiarity with such expressions from those harmed by magic users. Yet, she admitted that for the first occasion, the look conveyed authentic animosity. She recalled his action of pinning her against the wall And silencing her. Regardless, her eyes shining, she traced her face and stated her approval of his words, particularly his declaration that

they would henceforth be allies, causing Marac to reen slightly. She further remarked that individuals who regarded her in that manner typically sought to harm her. Subsequently, she declared that if she witnessed further inequity, she could not restrain herself, yet pledged an initial caution. Rising from the bed, She explained her sole purpose was to convey that message. Marne stayed quiet as she announced her departure. Already at the exit, she heard his request for her notice again. She halted, observing him approach, his head scratched as he confessed excessive severity. His countenance now illuminated by a genuine smile,

Marac conceded his impoliteness. Hearing this, the young woman offered a broad grin. She informed him he was at last perceiving her correctly, a fact That pleased her. Marach, with closed eyes, attempted to keep a serious demeanor despite smiling, inquiring about her sincerity. Greatly enthused, she inquired if they had reconciled and proposed an end to any lingering animosity. With a laugh, Marac responded that from his perspective, all was well and he harbored no ill will towards anyone. She offered a faint smile, gave him a wink, and with a touch of color in her cheeks, expressed eagerness

to begin The journey. Once she departed, Marac resumed nourishing the goddess and considered that ultimately sorcerers were simply human. Despite some grumbling from the deity, he found satisfaction as her vocalizations offered him tranquility. The small goddess consuming her meal remarked that Marac was at last beginning to comprehend. As usual, Marac derived pleasure from feeding the small entity who appeared to be eating heartily. Several days hence at the same lodging, various towns people appeared, immediately unsettling those outside. A sizable bald individual forced the door a jar with a kick, demanding Marach's presence loudly. The bald man

menaced the blond individual with the mohawk, declaring he would devastate the premises if Marac was not located. His face marked by prominent veins and a wrathful look, the bald man commanded Marac's immediate delivery. Elsewhere, An individual clutched a document, yet harbored misgivings regarding the directives he had been given. He scrutinized the paper, which contained an unusual instruction concerning the apprehension of an Aramal family maiden. The document emitted a subtle fragrance of a cleric, a person unfamiliar to him. The document's lower section also depicted Marax's visage, designated as Ark, the proclaimed adversary of malevolent entities. Sajida

scrutinized The image intently, his face slick with sweat, his cheeks chafing as he observed Marach's countenance. With the document still clutched in his hands, he detected his name being called. A subordinate reported that Marak was in close proximity, though the woman with silver hair was absent. Sajida's annoyance surfaced swiftly, and he insisted on knowing Marak's precise location. Sagitta sought to discern if Marac intended confrontation or was preparing An ambush. Upon exiting his tent, he discovered Marac clutching the neck of a robust, hairless individual. Sajida, without hesitation, commanded his subordinates to instantly drop their weapons. Observing

his vassel's tardiness and compliance, he bellowed with increased volume, his features contorted by fury. His voice carried such menace that the hired soldier started to dismiss any notions of defiance. Sagitta then grasped he had Missed a crucial detail within the request's specifics. Advancing his face crimson with anger, he pondered the extent of their predicament. Marac, conversely, merely observed Sajida's advance, utterly motionless. Saged's expression plainly conveyed unease around the formidable unknown individual. Endeavoring composure, he managed to smile and courteously inquired if Mar was indeed named Manarchk. Sagitta then gently requested That Marac relinquish his grasp on

what he held in his right hand. Marac released the large man without delay, prompting his fall to his knees. Marak subsequently declared his desire for a forthright discussion with the mercenary company's chief. With a resolute smile, the MC conveyed that he arrived not for profit, nor was he inciting conflict. Sajida identified himself as the Redbeard mercenaries captain, stating his name. Subsequently, within the Captain's encampment, Marach received an invitation to be seated and was presented with sustenance and refreshment. As Sagitta consumed his drink, Marac refused the spirits, explaining his disincclination for such liquids. Following a mouthful,

Sajida placed his chalice on the surface. Considering that if Marak partook, their dialogue might proceed with greater ease. Nevertheless, Marac commenced relating an account he had previously Learned from a subordinate of the captain, he specifically alluded to the powerfully built, hairless man, the one who had approached him that dawn and unceremoniously forced open his door. Marac clarified that the individual had communicated the captain's desire for an audience, prompting his arrival, prepared to heed. Yet, he retained memory of the prior day's tavern disturbance and surmised a potential link. Concurrently, the captain Maintained a pleasant demeanor despite

inwardly contemplating his subsequent actions. Sagitta pondered the silver-haired woman and whether to brooach the topic of the curse affecting the Ali collective. He gazed at Marac, who displayed a fierce countenance and dreaded engaging a person of such formidable renown. Sajida held the vice captain accountable for the entire predicament, attributing it to his rash behavior and resulting distress. As he Pondered, a figure neared the tent exterior. The vice captain, clearly intoxicated, sought to address Marac. Learning Marac arrived independently, he considered Marak exceptionally courageous. Stepping inside and spotting Marac, he inquired if Marach was the priest. Marak

affirmed it, and the man then asked if he had encountered a silver-haired woman. Marach acknowledged such a woman was present among his company. The vice captain commanded Marac to surrender the woman, causing the captain's eyes to widen with shock. The vice captain lifted his hand towards Marak, speaking words, only to be instantly silenced as his hand was severed in one blow. Mercenaries observed the hand detach from the vice captain's form and fly away. The detached hand fell some distance away as the vice captain shrieked in pain and despair. Marac calmly remarked that he had discovered

something odd and found It entertaining. He surveyed his surroundings, noting he did not recall providing his name to anyone present. Yet all seemed to utter it with familiarity as if intimates. Standing erect, a menacing glare fixed, and clutching his peculiar serrated blade, he insisted on knowing the mastermind. The stunned captain gazed at the MC. Understanding the inquiry required an answer. A cry announced the vice captain's lost arm. Multiple mercenaries Stormed the tent, alarmed by the turn of events. They presumed Marak failed to grasp the gravity of his actions. Observing he had also decapitated another man.

They declared he must be halted. Rather than assaulting, the mercenaries paused, daunted by Marak's chilling composure. He maintained an impassive face, even amidst the drastically violent unfolding. As the captain heard the vice captain's please, he merely observed. The man lay Prostrate, quivering, drenched in perspiration, imploring rescue. Marac, remaining upright, held his serrated blade aimed. Marak prepared to deliver the final strike given the man's refusal to respond. However, prior to his blow, a spear tip emerged, halting the blade's progression. Surprised, Marac glanced back, observing the captain's intervention. The captain held the spear firmly, preventing the terminal

strike. The captain stated his connection to the Vice captain was profound, forged over 15 years of fellowship. He declared that due to this, he could not permit the event. Still, Marac effortlessly evaded his assaults until, with an accurate motion, he severed the captain's spear. The fractured section shot away from his grasp, and he still attempted to retrieve it, but unsuccessfully. Moments later, a large hand emerged, drawing aside a curtain. The man seized the fabric, hoping to shield himself from Marak's blows. But Marach merely observed as the captain cast the curtain over him and fled. As

he effortlessly cut through the fabric, Marach saw the captain hastily escaping, abandoning the vice captain. While in flight, the captain yelled for his forces to withdraw as quickly as possible. The mercenaries stood a gasast, observing their own leader depart the area. For many, it was past the point of response. Numerous heads were severed from their Forms. With staring eyes, they now suffered the consequence of having remained static too long. Those who grasped the peril fled frantically, seeking self-preservation. Among the escapees, some succeeded in evading Marach's blade. The captain, aware that escape would prove difficult, halted

and seized another spear. He adopted a protective posture. Understanding he had no alternative but to disclose the facts. Remaining vigilant, he saw Marach Reposition himself, prepared for a further confrontation. Though a fair distance away, he observed him slowly appearing from the tent. The MC in silence communed with his goddess, aware of the need to apprehend the actual architect behind the tracking. His body began to radiate a green essence while his eyes shone with potent luminescence. Saged maintained a fierce struggle, his eyes already betraying the danger he posed. But when he launched his spear at Marac,

the opponent pushed an ally forward, allowing the ally to absorb the impact instead. Without delay, Marak placed his sword accurately before the enemy. The opponent swiftly understood things would grow considerably more intricate, especially observing Marac was utterly serious and effortlessly bisected the man. He now pursued the captain. Evidently intending to fail him just as before. Knowing evasion was unfeasible without conflict, the captain Seized a new spear. Setting himself steadfastly, he understood he must parry the attacks approaching him. Fortunately, he succeeded in preventing Marak's sword from penetrating his skin at that moment. It was a narrow

escape, and the second strike almost connected, rendering him visibly unnerved. While gripping the spear tightly, he yelled for his subordinates to proceed to the vice captain's tent. The battle was fierce, and despite the ongoing combat, The captain wished for someone to attend to his friend, he could still avoid Marak's direct blows for the moment. Observing Marac, he noticed his eyes were now entirely green, like the most vibrant leaf. Each time he saw Marak's face, he felt a fatal strike would eventually land. Then Marak stood directly before him, fists clenched, displaying that fierce green gaze. This

time, [music] the captain could not merely parry the strike and received a Forceful impact. From the collision, a dazzling light and dust cloud burst forth, obscuring much of the surrounding area. As Marac connected the blow with the captain, his face wore an enigmatic expression. Even amidst the conflict, he displayed a genuine smile. Marak felt satisfied. It had been a long time since Marac had encountered someone with such significant resilience. He appreciated that the captain had endured a strike and remained conscious. Nevertheless, The captain's facial pain was evident. The captain even clenched his teeth due to

it. At that precise moment, the captain exclaimed that shots were aimed at them. Marach surveyed his surroundings, unconscious of a hidden archer nearby. While the captain gripped the spear with one hand, his other was partially injured from the impact. They stood [music] silent, gazing intensely at one another, and Marac considered it undesirable for an arrow to hit them at That moment. Ice footprints and numerous fallen individuals covered the vicinity while they continued observing each other remotely. One mercenary watched the spectacle with a strained expression, [music] his neck veins distended. No mercenary wished to remain as

the next target, so they chose to desert the captain. Upon being left alone, Marach inquired if the captain desired to proceed with the combat. Marach smiled and stated there would be No issue if the captain opted to yield, as all others had already departed. Lacking an alternative, the captain cast his spear aside and admitted defeat. Having surrendered, now confronting Marac, the captain stated he would disclose all his knowledge. They commenced setting up cross-shaped stakes while conversing. Throughout the discussion, the captain observed the dispersed crosses and responded to Marach's inquiries. Marac aimed to Discover if the

captain held animosity or bitterness toward him. The captain, gazing at Marac, understood that professing hatred could escalate the situation. Marak then clarified that he would not pardon anyone who deeply resented him. Sajida offered a smile and concurred that Marach's assertion was correct. Witnessing the numerous crosses, the captain chose to be direct, stating he would speak plainly. [music] He noted that mercenary tasks Occasionally required eliminating others or facing elimination. He found it inconsistent to reside in barracks and collaborate with mercenaries who had recently slain his comrades. He clarified that he had never pursued anyone with an

axe, so he neither hated nor liked Marach. He remembered the mercenary standard, confirming the group had been financially ruined for an extended period. At that point, Marac inquired about the captain's subsequent Intentions. The captain responded with a weary smile, admitting he did not know. 15 years had passed since he last experienced solitude. This made him feel somewhat disoriented, yet he recognized a need for introspection and would likely return to mercenary work. Marach listened with a contented expression, seemingly contemplating something significant. He conveyed his idea to the man, suggesting he select a reputable employer on this

occasion. Following This, the captain glanced back at Marac, who remarked that securing a well-paying employer would be preferable. This caused the captain to widen his eyes and gaze at the horizon, evidently lost in thought. After a while, they proceeded back to the inn, where the silver-haired girl appeared noticeably vexed. Despite the trio being seated at the table amidst food, quietude prevailed. Then Marne inquired if she was staring due to his soiled attire. She angrily asserted That he was entirely clean, yet Mar perceived a sharp edge in her tone. Disturbed, Teia demanded to know why he

had departed surreptitiously without informing anyone. She remembered their discussion the previous night held while seated on his bed. She believed they had grown more intimate. Chin in hand, she questioned if she had misinterpreted any part of that exchange. She also recollected him pressing her against the wall, silencing her and cautioning Against hasty actions. Seated at the table, still agitated, she stated he departed without a farewell. Adopting a regal demeanor, Marach chose to pose an inquiry. She stared intently as he questioned if she had previously confronted anyone. Lowering her head, seemingly in contemplation, she responded that

she had never ended a life. He admitted this was precisely why he proceeded by himself. Certain actions required resolve. Yet, this did not Diminish her emotions, and she insisted he should have at least provided an explanation. Pondering the situation, Marac considered he had withheld information to spare her anxiety, but vowed to inform her on future occasions. Just then, the trio observed an individual approaching, out of breath, and calling for Dia. Facing the door, they noted Carmen, who announced Marak had left to negotiate with hired soldiers. Everyone then sat at the Table, their expressions bright as

Carmen urged them to arm themselves and aid Marac. Only later, having achieved calm, did he observe the MC was present, [music] secure, and eating. He also observed an unknown individual seated at the table. Drawing near, he inquired of Marac about the individual, and Marnack clarified that he was a newly recruited mercenary. The pair then exchanged introductions, sealed by a firm and vigorous handshake. The silver-haired young woman regarded the action with distrust, asking Marac if he had faith in the man. Hearing the lack of general trust, the captain ran a hand through his hair, clearly discomforted,

Carmen eased the tension by stating it was beneficial to have a robust and dependable comrade within their ranks. Shortly thereafter, he declared his intention to inspect arrows alongside the village blacksmith. He added that with the dawn's arrival, they Would embark promptly on their subsequent expedition. Concurrently, in the deepest part of the night, an individual was observed employing sorcery to control reanimated beings. The girl with pink hair stood astonished, repeatedly inquiring about the timing of the event. During a crucial meeting, she insisted her two associates disclose the precise arrival time. A blonde man sporting a striking

mustache then queried their certainty Regarding the destination. Despite this uncertainty, he felt content to have arrived before the young woman grew exasperated by her constant complaints. The most composed member, possessing reddish hair, placidly stated the occurrence would be soon, having verified the site. This news elicited an eager smile from the pink-haired girl, who pressed for absolute certainty. She approached the redhead, seeking affirmation that they were indeed Reaching Erdico. The red-haired individual, still prone and perusing a book, questioned her intense skepticism. She asserted her belief. Yet the circumstances rendered her uneasy, manifesting as an odd grin

paired with veiled menaces. Her eyes soon gleamed with a pink luminescence, and her smile contorted further as she threatened to dismember everyone. Concurrently, an individual traversed the snow with a broad grin, pleased by their ultimate Arrival. The silver-haired girl paused, glancing behind her while engaging in jovial conversation with her companions. Carmen surveyed the distant city of Erdico, expressing his eagerness for a warm bath. A distant figure observed the assemblage, failing to immediately identify them. Upon recognizing Marac and the MC, however, the figure directed his attention toward them as well. The individual began to run, pressingly

inquiring if he was truly Marak, the Demon slayer. The man grasped the MC's hand, conveying that he pleaded with utmost sincerity. He indicated a specific direction and implored Marac to converse with an individual requiring assistance. That individual disregarded even the city's ruler, continuously raising undead. The man offered Marach significant payment, but Marach, placing a hand on his head, stated he doubted it would alter the situation. The man urged him to at least attempt it, and the Captain, observing Carmen, concluded that trying presented no harm. With a worried expression and fearful eyes, the man stated that

he and his companions had reached their breaking point. He detailed how the undead traversed the city nightly, frightening its residents. As he made his plea, Marach stood motionless, quietly hearing the urgent appeals. Spreading his arms toward the man, Marach cautioned him not to expect much, which nonetheless [music] Brightened the supplicant's face. Marak affirmed he would assist and indicated he would join the group later, instructing them to proceed and locate accommodation. The silver-haired girl, smiling, confirmed it was acceptable and that they would continue. Now traversing [music] the snow alone, torch in hand, Marac pondered the priests.

He questioned why, among all of them, the selected individual had to be the herald of repose. The MC was an unusual sort, Yet distinct, acknowledged by other deities as worthy of command. By chance, without clear cause, the deities had bestowed upon a human the ability of summoning. This aptitude involved reanimating the deceased and earning the designation of trumpeter of the dead and of repose. The selected individuals were subsequently to dawn a distinctive robe and devote their existence to aiding the departed. Their manner of life presented a profound enigma, and their trumpet Sound stayed mysterious. No

one comprehended the motivation for raising the dead. Yet trumpeters emerged in areas abundant with cadaavvers. In those locations, they sounded their soundless trumpets, amassing legions of undead. Aristocrats and monarchs merely observed from their windows, clutching golden chalicees filled with animated gold and adorned with diamonds. They never risked contact with the deceased commanded by the Heralds of Repose. This was logical As no one wished to confront an undead force expanding nightly. Taking deliberate steps through the snow, Marac considered this something everyone would wish to evade. With an ironic smile, he presumed the heralds of repose endured

utter isolation. Approaching the trumpeter, torch still in hand, Marac offered a respectful greeting. However, he received no response, as the enigmatic figure simply observed him silently. Marach then remarked that Numerous individuals had attempted conversation, but he conceded he could not decline an appeal for assistance. Still smiling, he added that for common folk, the restless undead were unsettling and repulsive. Marak surveyed the deceased than their commander, inquiring if a more significant purpose existed for their presence. The trumpeter stated he never lingered in a single city, constantly relocating. He then disclosed his continuous movement Was due to

the adherence of the malevolent spirit, indicating a path. The trumpeter stated those individuals caused numerous fatalities. Marak glanced behind him, striving to comprehend the gravity of the circumstances. He likely [music] clenched his jaw and lifted an eyebrow, preparing for what lay ahead. He promptly adopted an offensive stance. Certain this would differ from the events in Kelton City. The MC sprinted Towards the urban area, resolved to avert a recurrence of past atrocities. After a significant period, an individual moved through the inferno, seeking something seemingly missing. It was the girl with pink hair lamenting his absence. However,

the red-haired individual maintained that his allies had verified Marak's entry into the city. Gesturing towards the man, the girl urged that Marak be located swiftly without delay. The fair-haired man with The prominent mustache, however, requested their patience. He had just discerned his position within the inferno. The man with the mustache indicated a course and averted his [music] gaze, as if reluctant to confront his perception. Truly, it was Marak materializing from the blaze, unsettling the pink-haired girl. Marak now exuded a malevolent presence, one of his emerald eyes radiating fiercely. With a smile verging on insanity, he

Considered that he would at last observe such a local. The mustached man observed Marach exiting the inferno, brandishing a peculiar blade. The implement resided within the confflgration. It was Marak's familiar ceremonial saw. Marak traversed the blaze as if his serrated weapon could cleave the very fire. Noticing the pink-haired girl's enthusiasm, Marne concluded he needed to remain composed. Displaying his teeth in a malevolent grin, he reassured himself there was no Cause for concern regarding that. He fixed his gaze on the mustached man and addressed the goddess, asserting his intent to deal with that oursed sorcerer. That

individual had caused his demise initially at the outset of his quest. He was the one who eradicated both his rescuer and Marac without scruple or compassion. He recalled the moment his eyes opened to snowfall. The MC recollected lifting his hand and realizing he had consistently harbored Needless anxieties. He also remembered an individual moving through the snow, observing his location. It was a youth who appeared to have discovered something unanticipated amidst the descending flakes. Consequently, the man chose to approach and ascertain if the fallen person yet lived. Marak rested on the earth, limbs outstretched, engulfed by

the blizzard's infinite power. The individual sought clarification as the snowstorm intensified. At that instant, Marac opened his eyes, encountering his rescuer, Shantuks, the man, bore Marak on his back across the deep snow. An average individual, he appeared neither excessively youthful nor aged. The composed man brought the youth to his dwelling, diligently tending to his well-being. Upon waking there, Marac faced no interrogation from the unfamiliar person. Within the modest home, the man merely stated that Marac was welcomed to remain indefinitely. A Crest above the entrance marked him as a cleric devoted to the preservation goddess. Furthermore,

he served as a gravedigger residing beyond the city limits, distanced from urban disorder. During a day of assisting with digging, Marne inquired about the man's profound kindness and reason for saving him. The man paused, a serene smile on his face, [music] shovel still grasped, and responded plainly. With an affable expression, he conveyed that he had Simply felt compelled to aid someone requiring assistance. Previously unaccustomed to smiling, Marac adopted a novel type of smile that day. The cheerful, bright expression became a cherished memory imprinted upon the young man's heart. Shantuks assisted the aged youngsters and all

those requiring help, never seeking justification. Emulating his model, Marac started assisting the village children. He recalled a year of tranquility Consistently alongside the benevolent MC. Yet circumstances shifted the subsequent winter when he resolved to emulate his rescuer's actions. In the snow, he discovered an unconscious man and mirroring Shantu bore him on his shoulders to his residence. However, profound regret followed as he should not have rescued the mage. Once tended to, the man swiftly regained strength, then exposed his genuine character. A repellent grin on his lips, he admitted Devotion to the malevolent spirit. Employing dark sorcery,

he rent Marach's body into fragments, treating it like a play thing. He maintained his smile, content in his brutality. While blood crimsoned the surrounding snow, Marac reawakened, enveloped by a verdant, magical luminescence. He observed that a concealed hand had somehow exited his stored possessions. It gently touched his face and cheeks, emitting a potent, enigmatic green glow. Returning to his Home, he confronted the repercussions of his ingenuous decision. At the entrance, Shantuk's lifeless body rested on the ground, savagely killed by the oursed mage. In the current moment, he brandished a serrated sword, cleaving through the roaring

inferno. The sorcerer's eyes widened as he recalled the origin of that stare. He gestured, identifying Marac as the gravedigger. While observing the emerald eyes consumed by a thirst for retribution, With a sarcastic gesture, the sorcerer placed a hand on his hip, stating that the youth had perished years prior. His group's members heard the sorcerer detail how he had personally dispatched him. Marx's fists tightened when he observed the sorcerer wore the priest's vestments. The mustachioed sorcerer admitted to utilizing not only the garments but also the priest's [music] hand. He exhibited his arms, remarking that the hand

had proven highly Advantageous for three complete years. Marak's rage escalated, his facial veins distending like verdant snakes. The girl with pink hair and violet eyes mentioned she was wellinformed about him, her face eager. She expressed anticipation for their encounter, yet received no attention. The MC merely swung his blade past her while moving forward, his objective being further ahead. As he cast the sword at the sorcerer, the latter erected a mystical barrier for Protection. Concealed behind the obstruction, the sorcerer commented that Marac bore no resemblance to the hearsay. He scoffed contemptuously as the MC snarled, commanding

his silence. Subsequently, the deity of decay elevated her hand, unleashing fresh dread across the combat zone. Witnessing this, the sorcerer stood astonished, incredul permeating his being. At that instant, Marac easily demolished the sorcerer's mystical barrier. Once Within, he forcefully detached the hand not his own. Yet, he was perplexed by the pink-haired girl's ear whispering. He recalled decapitating her only moments prior. Concurrently, the sorcerer facing him initiated a spell designated as the scale of retribution. The mustached individual elevated a single lay amidst the arcane ritual's execution. His gaze bore madness, and his wide grin exposed all

his teeth. Intense light enveloped the vicinity, Heavy with particulate matter and escalating devastation. The enchantment's power was so formidable that the red-haired girl needed to guard herself with her limbs. The gusts merely intensified the fires, and the dust obscured visibility. Vision was momentarily impaired, but shortly thereafter, Marach became discernible, collapsing, his sword absent. A voice declared that the inherent divine power was not sourced from the deity of Preservation. It further mentioned that the vestment's blessing remained entirely effective. The sorcerer, observing from above, asserted that Marak must be an adherent of malevolent entities. Hate blazed in

Marach's eyes as he ordered the foul mage to be silent. The mage with a broad grin felt he had correctly identified the evil worship. Then the white giant of the corruption goddess appeared immense and enraged. The mage gazed upwards Entranced by the colossal power drawing near. He reasoned that having forfeited his left arm, he might as well engage the creatures. Even as the corruption giant prepared to strike, he did not yield ground. Dust from the collision ascended skyward as Marnack clenched his [music] teeth and suppressed fury. Despite the potent assault, the mage parried the giant's

punch with utmost ease. It was evident that the fair-haired, large mustached man Presented a formidable challenge. Marach now exuded an even greater volume of his verdant essence. Immersed in vengeance, he resolved that this night he would utterly annihilate the mage Rovero. He fixed his gaze on the foul mage's face, knowing he would spare no effort to eliminate him. In a different area, not far from the chaotic scene, peculiar civilians were repeatedly assailed. Sajida, gripping his spear with resolve, delivered precise blows to the frenzied Unfortunate souls. Glancing back, he perceived the young girl questioning him with

worry, asking if the fallen man had perished. With the spear propped on his shoulder, he responded that not yet. However, if they failed to act quickly, the frenzied would counterattack with ferocity. Harmon, witnessing the entire predicament, could only contemplate rushing directly to the flaming castle. Nevertheless, the silver-haired girl appeared concerned for the MC, fearing He was still within the turmoil. The former mercenary captain, however, understood someone as formidable as Marac would not readily fall. Bodies lay in contorted positions across the ground amidst the eerie flames consuming the landscape. Individuals were dispersed everywhere as the lord's

castle became engulfed by an uncontrollable fiery wrath. The castle's entrance was entirely consumed by flames, an infernal spectacle. Concurrently, the three Companions attempted to swiftly ascertain their course of action. In that madness, Carmen already suspected that the population's widespread madness might not directly originate from the local lord. Dakia, the proud lady, elegantly rotated her face toward the voice seeking her attention. Sagitta firmly cautioned that failing to quickly neutralize the madmen would lead to genuinely serious problems. Even amidst fire and smoke, the crazed individuals Began to gather, compelling Sagida to thrust his spear into one of

their chests. The young woman, witnessing this with a sorrowful gaze, perceived that despite her reluctance, she had to act without delay. The man, gesturing with his spear toward the chaos, explained that sustained elimination of those people was imperative. To ensure her survival, she ought to consider herself aiding the confused undead. He stated he would manage the majority of the Unpleasant tasks personally, but requested her to take actions vital for her survival. The girl received these remarks with an unconcerned grin, as if finding them agreeable. Granted silent consent, she clutched her swords hilt tightly, demonstrating determination.

She soon proved herself a capable swordswoman, possessing keen reflexes and precise coordination. Carmen, noting the activity ahead, directed the group to proceed at once to the castle's Primary entrance. While running and battling, the trio persisted in dispatching as many fiery undead as they could. During one assault, the girl thrust her blade directly into a crazed entity's chest, then withdrew it. The former mercenary captain perceived a sound that halted his progress. A recognizable voice captured his focus. Pivoting toward the sound, he observed a giant entity enveloped in a luminous violet glow. Concentrating his vision, He discerned

it was an enormous creature, and beside it, Marac [music] coated in grime and ash. The pink-haired girl observing the nearby situation deemed it exceptionally impressive. She witnessed the precise instant the mage halted the white giant of corruption's assault using only his palm. As the girl experienced delight, the red-haired individual behind her stated a desire to settle matters via discussion. Addressing Marac, he clarified he could Not forego this opportunity. Having awaited Morn's discovery for an extended period, he adamantly informed the White Giant of corruption that their pre-arranged offensive was set to commence. Following the directive, the

giant clenched its fists powerfully, readying a fierce strike against the mage, issuing a growing roar. It proclaimed the commencement of their most arduous battle to date. The mage, in turn, was already marshalling his Radiant power, enshrouded in brilliant energy. The giant's assault possessed such might that it splintered the mage's mystical barrier with shocking effortlessness. In this instant, Marac was already clutching his saw firmly, poised to retaliate for all he had endured. Displaying intense vindictiveness and a faintly deranged grin, he rushed his adversary. Conversely, the mage exhibited an identical craving for annihilation, as If intending to

eradicate Marac a second time. With the passage of time, the force of their impacts grew, rendering the combat progressively savage. The [music] mage, even amidst laughter, deemed the volley of assaults dull and dared to employ an innovative tactic. Marac, observing the entire spectacle, marveled at the mage's boldness in deriding so plainly, evading and parrying blows effortlessly. The mage continued to mock, suggesting his Opponent ought to relax. Moments before uttering another taunt, he was abruptly impaled by a spear. The entire event transpired with extreme swiftness. The mage lacked any chance to counter the crushing assault. The

event occurred before Marach's eyes, who now witnessed it with a calm greenish hue. The weapon, having impaled the mage, maintained its force, accurately carving a trajectory through the air. Marach, observing the redcloaked mage drop, glanced towards The origin point of the strike. The MC identified the throw's power and accuracy as exclusive to the former mercenary leader. Marak noticed Sajida in distress, encircled by unrestrained undead while attempting to maintain his position. Following his aid to his ally with the toss, Sajida needed to flee for personal safety. Marac observed the deceased mage's chest, yet showed no immediate

response. Staring at his saw, the MC recalled an earlier notion that Vengeance served no purpose. With the redroed mage now prone, Marac could at last apply that teaching practically, displaying a grave look tinged with minor sorrow, he advanced, not desiring any theatrics. Facing the corpse, the MC questioned if the conclusion truly needed to be so empty and pointless. [music] His eyes glowing fiercely, Marac made ready to present the remains to the goddess of decay. However, as power started to issue from the form, Marac Perceived that the mage yet lived. The mage then started to unleash

a sacred force, as if an explosive awakening had occurred within him. The mage then recalled when his limb had been severed by Marach's jagged weapon. He stated, brimming with animosity, that his primary objective was to retrieve the arm he had lost. Marak observed these events and heard the mag's allies articulate sheer dread. The crimson-haired girl shrieked for Everyone to flee at once, indicating their current grave peril. The rose-haired girl desired to remain, wishing to observe the unfolding scene. She did not wish to overlook such a thrilling instant. Despite her objections, her companion pulled her away,

yelling that this was utterly reckless. As the rose-haired girl protested, the other forcibly tugged her, instructing her to be silent to avoid attracting notice. Marac, hearing The cries, also overheard the two state that the [music] mage, in his current condition, could no longer recognize individuals. Hearing this, Marac requested the white corruption giant cast him a great distance. The giant then seized the MC in its enormous grip and flung him powerfully before disappearing. Simultaneously, the two young women were fleeing. The rose-haired girl pleaded for release, eager to witness the confrontation. The Crimson-haired girl shrieked more loudly,

insisting that the commotion would attract excessive notice. However, [music] it was already beyond saving. A powerful impact materialized before them where Marac stood prepared. The red-haired female became motionless with terror, her face consumed by hopelessness. Matters worsened as she listened to the MC's statements concerning subsequent events. Conversely, the pink-haired girl Experienced an intense surge of excitement, observing the potent aura drawing near. Enthusiastically, she identified herself as Pearl and the other girl as Beina. She met Marach's gaze with her violet eyes, disclosing their affiliation with a clandestine organization. Marach's demeanor intensified further upon learning of their

veneration for the malevolent entity. Extending her arms as though proclaiming momentous information, she Inquired if he recalled the residents of Kelton. He spoke to the girl, affirming his clear recollection of whom she referenced. She subsequently disclosed that all of them, including her, had been members of Liberatio. Maintaining her deranged grin and wide-eyed stare, she stated that this was why they awaited Marac. Approaching her with assurance, he questioned the number of individuals participating in that enigmatic faction. The young woman Admitted uncertainty, explaining her presence was due to being granted free reign. With a manic smile, she

posited that the peculiar mage likely possessed greater knowledge of the collective, indicating a direction where multiple individuals were being eradicated by a potent lightning strike. She declared their presence for a crucial objective. Towards the lightning, the mage appeared to be amassing arcane energy with an ominous intent. Marac disregarded the Mage for the time being, aiming for a clearer grasp of Liberasio's purpose. At that point, the red-haired girl chose to interject, offering to provide a thorough explanation. With closed eyes and a hand signal, she proclaimed their aim was exceedingly straightforward. Abruptly, she displayed a somewhat unhinged

smile and affirmed their desire to forge a new reality. She described it as a realm devoid of deities where no one would face oppression again. Marach Merely shut his eyes, assuming a severe, angered demeanor. Immediately afterward, he fixed his gaze upon the girl, inquiring if that was the reason she had raised the city. He questioned if this was truly their method for inaugurating a world free from oppression. Spreading her arms, she denied desiring such an outcome, attributing all difficulties to the mage. To Marac, who observed her intently, she mentioned they yet needed to procure certain

items. Hearing that He possessed something the faction desired, he instantly grew intrigued. Then she reverted to her peculiar smile and intense stare, stating her desire for his relic. She indicated the artifact born by the incarnation's form, which he had retrieved from Kelton. Marach now clasped the hilt of his serrated weapon firmly, as [music] his suspicion had proven accurate. Pondering the goddess, Marach surmised the group sought a sacred relic holding her power. He informed them the artifact was shattered, rendering their objective unattainable. The girls believed he was fabricating the truth. Such an item could not be

annihilated. Marne adamantly stated he had personally obliterated it, disposing of the fragments in Kelton. He then inquired if similar relics were dispersed elsewhere. This was an inquiry his goddess could not resolve. The girl, quite animated, confirmed their existence, stating there Were four altogether. It was evident the red-haired woman wished to suppress that detail. Marac was stunned to discover four additional relics beyond the one he had ruined. His goddess holding the sealed power visibly started to show her irritation. Now displaying a contorted expression, Marac comprehended his need to locate the remaining four. Observing the girls, he

appeared keen to extract further data. His voice weakening, he expressed a need to identify who had Maddened the city's inhabitants. The pink-haired girl, smiling, claimed it was not she, explaining her lack of knowledge for such an act. The red-haired one became furious, ordering her to be silent and ceased dulging data. When the pink-haired girl countered that it was merely an inquiry, the redhead commanded her to stop conversing with Marac. Marac, in a fury, merely observed as the red-haired girl's head abruptly separated from her torso. The pink-haired girl was aruck, deeming his action utterly spectacular. Even

when he attempted the same on her, she maintained her smile, considering him simply incredible. Marach had also dispatched the pink-haired girl, recognizing this act offered little utility. Following this deed, he informed the goddess he had performed it for and in her honor. By sacrificing Bina's young body, he gained 3,000 divinity points. Gazing at the youthful Pearly, he perceived her form behaving oddly, even headless, the young woman persisted, as if genuinely imperishable. Surveying the city, he believed that with the source of the turmoil removed, conditions would ameliate. Placing a hand on his chest, he desired tranquility,

but the goddess promptly alerted him. Just then, Marac heard a summons from a distance. Pivoting, he spotted his companions who conveyed that the frenzied populace had abruptly Collapsed. They inquired if Marak was involved, and he smiled, confirming his role. Upon hearing this, Sagitta questioned if his spear had offered any assistance in the conflict. The MC stated he found it immensely helpful beyond description. As he spoke, he considered it fortunate that the individual had detected nothing a miss. His thought concerned the corruption giant that had covertly aided him. Marach then proposed they continue Onward as a

far more significant entity was stirring. Carmen, energetic as ever, excitedly inquired about its nature. However, he lacked time for a response as a deafening sound engulfed the vicinity. Gazing sideways, they witnessed the emergence of a colossal creature formed from remnants and numerous eyes. The entity was exceptionally strange, possessing not only many eyes, but also numerous mouths dispersed [music] over its form. The Monster appeared to be consuming bodies encountered on its path. The hideous being struck such terror that even the usually jovial Carmen became scared, his countenance fixed in an odd expression. When he asked Marak

if the construct comprised human remains, the MC confirmed it. Gazing at the monstrosity, he stated this was precisely his recent topic of discussion. He considered the mage's pursuit utterly repulsive and illogical at best. The mage remained Contemptable, even postuously, having amassed such a collection of bodies. He had now transformed into an entirely loathome entity. Remembering the mage's prior look, Marac believed this grotesque manifestation ideally suited his past influence. Addressing the white-haired young woman, he acknowledged her sorrow over having to eliminate individuals. He assured her he would offer solace once all was concluded. Upon hearing that,

she Offered a wide smile, affirmed by the promise. With a hand on her chest, she inquired how he intended to comfort her, and he, moving off, stated he would ponder it subsequent. After several paces, he glanced back, declaring that before all else, saving the populace and gaining additional time was necessary. Carmen, surprised, questioned if assistance would arrive should they succeed in acquiring sufficient time, Marac confidently affirmed, expressing Absolute certainty of its occurrence. As he conversed, Sagida observed a swift approach from a particular direction. Perceiving this, the MC's attention was also drawn, and he turned to

observe. The surgeon inquired if this was their awaited party and if their arrival had taken place. The trumpeter using a horn called forth his undead legions to the field of battle. He guided them all with an audible signal perceptible and comprehensible only to them. It appeared He commanded them all to assault the colossal monster without delay. The undead's eyes now gleamed with an unusual vivid blue luminescence. A portion of them in aid ripped into the monster's flesh using fierce bites. Their numbers were vast and they sought to gnaw and shred the monster causing it minor

distress. The vile beast then started to howl in a furious manner as four individuals observed the unfolding event. Young Deia questioned the reason Behind the undead's uncommon activity. Gesturing towards the trumpeter, she inquired if he was an ally or merely another issue. Marac responded that he appeared to be an ally given the man's continued approach. Addressing the group, the trumpeter stated that he required a highly agile person among them for assistance. As he spoke, he grasped his spear, holding it near himself. The nimble individual would have to seize it and impale it directly Into the

misshapen monster's core. Following the trumpeter's explanation, Marach's attention fixed solely on the object he held, noting with curiosity that it was a spear. Gripping the spear from the trumpeter, Marac inquired if a sword might be available instead. The query was so unforeseen that the trumpeter paused in silence for a few moments. He then opened his palm, materializing a sword that floated before him. Odd, Marac observed the Entity pass him the sword while he still clutched the spear. [music] Enthusiastically, Marac questioned if the same action could conjure two additional swords and possibly some arrows. Once more,

Marac was taken aback by the man's audacity when faced with divine might. While they conversed, the colossal monster persisted in projecting its horrifying dreams as distorted bellows. The trumpeter lifted his forefinger, conjuring swords and arrows Into the air. This left the MC euphoric as the trumpeter's power proved genuinely formidable. Scrutinizing the spear's point, he observed it appeared crafted from burnished bone. Concurrently, Karma tested her recently summoned bow, equipped with enchanted arrows. Witnessing everyone's excitement with their armaments, the fair-haired girl eagerly brandished her own sword. She was delighted to discover its incredible lightness and Maneuverability. While

Sajida inspected his spear, Marac simultaneously grasped the sword's hilt, noting its balance and keenness. Every weapon possessed a flawless edge, imbued with the divine essence of the trumpeter of repose. Gazing at the monster before them, Marne recognized these weapons would be highly potent against the undead. The trumpeter stated he could temporarily halt the giant's actions. He expressed hope that during that interval, the group could Accurately penetrate the creature's heart. Marak grinned keenly, perceiving a chance to retain the armaments by assisting the resting trumpeter. [music] Instantly, he seized his horn and commenced emitting the hallowed tone

destined to halt the colossal foe. Consequently, the quartet of fighters stood prepared to engage instantly. When the sound reverberated throughout the field, the beast convulsed fiercely. The sonic impulses also agitated the Reanimated horde, rendering them further belligerent. Before long, all observed the creature starting to liquefy in an abhorrent fashion. The maiden drew Marx's notice to the colossal entity's transformation. She perceived all assimilated forms were ejecting from the being. Marac simply observed, fascinated, pondering subsequent events. [music] He witnessed the beast dissolving before him. Yet, it persisted, immense and menacing. Despite Shedding its adhering cadaavvers, it still

appeared sufficiently robust for combat. The MC considered swift action imperative prior to the creature reassimilating and hardening the forms. The trumpeter clarified that the entity surpassed the malevolent spirit cultists in dreadfulness and that their prior engagements involved merely its outer casing. He informed Marac that the armaments he manifested possessed the faculty to discern the adversaries Genuine core. Subsequently, he urged all to rush with maximum speed towards the behemoth. He sensed further directives were needed. Yet time was absent. Thus, they all pressed forward resolutely, cognizant of their imperative actions. Upon nearing the mass, Marac comprehended that

circumstances could deteriorate instantly. [music] The forward beast appeared incapable of proper locomotion, a favorable indication. From his rear, Decia Likewise plainly observed the entity's effort to maintain equilibrium. Its abhorrent form, composed of myriad cadaavvers, presented a genuinely dreadful spectacle. Though many sought to reach the maiden, she proved swifter and more astute. Momentarily, she glanced behind and witnessed the creatures struck by Carmen's shafts. Carmen shielded the pale-haired maiden's flank, providing remote defense. Marac observed this unfolding and heard the Maiden state she would synchronize her assaults with Carmen. Their strategy involved assailing the giant from its base,

progressively debilitating it. The MC deemed the tactic superb and affirmed he would depend on their endeavors. Immediately following, he summoned Sagida, requiring him for a crucial undertaking. He clarified Sagitta's role to propel his spear precisely into the creature's core. Concurrently, Marac would divert the beast's cranium. Sajida Assumed an attacking posture and moved forward, dispatching minor creatures on route. Simultaneously, Marac hastened toward the colossal head. The mass of conjoined undead appeared repulsive, yet he swiftly cleaved through them. Marak assailed with rage, employing his blade and surging like a guided missile toward the foe. He held a

conviction that destroying the creature's head initially was vital. Brandishing the green glowing sword, he recalled the goddess's Revelation. He was aware a divine fragment was lodged within the head's core. Marach resolved to utterly demolish it, thereby eradicating the malevolence. Furthermore, the treacherous mage's visage was fused within the forms, intensifying his wrath. Marak fixed his gaze on those abhorrent eyes and with a determined look chose to terminate the suffering. Repugnant recollections of the mage resurfaced mentally, augmenting his Rage. Concurrently, Sajida progressed quietly toward the giant's crucial organ. Marac positioned himself before the mage's head, intent on

severing it into countless fragments. As anticipated, he carved the creature's head into numerous sections. Observing a lingering fragment, he resolved to utterly destroy it. He elevated his hand to its maximum reach and brought the sword down powerfully upon the final piece. Marach obliterated the remainder Of the mustachioed mage, concluding the most repulsive period of his history. This act left him profoundly unsettled, yet also uniquely satisfied. The wretch's head was at last annihilated, and with a faint smile, he conveyed his internal calm. Meanwhile, Sajida had already taken her place before the primary organ, awaiting the opportune

moment. At that precise second, she thrust her spear straight into the monster's heart. The massive creature Writhed in excruciating agony until it began to dissipate [music] before all observers. The lesser beasts likewise faded near the silver-haired girl, leaving her perplexed. Initially, she failed to grasp the sudden disappearance of her adversaries. Upon turning, she observed the colossal monster's state, now merely a foul pool of remains. The trumpeter watched from a distance, displaying admiration and reverence. He trod through the dark meer in his boots, Clutching the cleansed core securely. Marac, in due course, experienced tranquility from having

achieved the long desired retribution. His master, Salvador, could now find repose, as the betrayer had been entirely eradicated. The individual approaching the hero was the silver-haired girl. She observed him intently, inquiring about any injuries he might have sustained. Marac, perceiving Sajida's absence, expressed worry and questioned her whereabouts. Soon Sajida materialized, holding the spear and proclaiming the weapon's remarkable nature. With the four now gathered, they turned and perceived the trumpeter. The mysterious individual beckoned them to a particular sight. He fixed his gaze upon Marac, declaring the summons was solely for him. Consequently, Marac ascended to accompany

him, eager to learn his objective. While moving, he observed the trumpeter's back, pondering the reason For the exclusive conversation. The MC considered if the trumpeter had observed him taking the spear, [music] or perhaps recognized him as a devotee of the malevolent entity. At a specific juncture, the trumpeter halted suddenly, and the goddess cautioned Marac to make ready. He then adopted a protective posture, his hand on the sword's hilt, securing a firm grip. Moments later, the trumpeter alerted them to an imminent arrival. Marach detected an intense Oppressive presence as well. He briefly shut his eyes, seeking

to ascertain its nature. It was then he observed a multicolored aura drawing near him. Despite its vibrant radiance, the presence proved overwhelming, bearing an essence incomprehensible to humans. As the trumpeter played his melody, Marac recognized the approaching entity as divine. Upon closer inspection, he observed the trumpeter, despite his peculiar nature, retaining a calm Demeanor. The masked individual stayed quiet for moments, simply watching Marac. When he gestured toward Marach, the MC stayed vigilant, anticipating. The trumpeter then spoke of the capital and immediately afterward prostrated himself as though by an unseen command. Marne perceived the trumpeter's essence

had vanished. He now gazed at the mask, momentarily employed by the divinity for its manifestation. Witnessing the mask dissolve, he concluded, revealing that Presence's identity was no longer feasible. However, this did not trouble him. Indeed, he no longer desired the knowledge. Bearing that notion, he offered a faint smile. As circumstances changed, the trumpeter rose, stating they could now leave, distancing themselves slightly from the former position, they proceeded alongside each other. Marack conveyed his wish to rely on the trumpeter's aid in purifying Eertico. Yet, the masked individual Declared assisting the living was not his role. His

demeanor was chilling and detached, suggesting no willingness to aid. Still, Marac observed that he had started purifying a significant portion of the area. Marac subsequently requested the trumpeter locate any potential survivors. Should he discover individuals, they were to be escorted to secure structures. Hearing this, the trumpeter changed instruments. Before long, the undead started rousing again. Marak's three allies remaining within the disorder perceived a notable alteration. Having finished that assignment, the trumpeter received another plea from Marac. With an earnest look, he requested any edible provisions be brought to the secure buildings. To satisfy the plea, the

trumpeter resumed playing again. [music] He heard Marak's voice seeking a different favor. Grinning, Marach prepared to make a further demand, but the trumpeter Interrupted, urging him to state all requests immediately. On this occasion, the MC intended to transfer the priest's right arm to him, an object of considerable significance. Presenting the arm to the trumpeter, Marac stated its profound meaning. Clutching the item, the trumpeter stayed quiet. He was now encircled by all his undead. Meanwhile, the priest observed the trumpeter. Astonished to be receiving aid from him. The girl, taken aback, Inquired if the trumpeter had truly

provided assistance, the priest responded that fundamentally he possessed a benevolent nature. While walking, she questioned if Marac had sought aid, and he affirmed this. Grasping the priest's hand, the young woman expressed gratitude romantically. Recognizing his endeavor to assist all. Later, at their accommodation, the small goddess attempted to assimilate the orb's internal power. Concurrently, Marach recalled the trumpeter's attempt to caution him. Marne now presumed the trumpeter was aware the MC was aligned with corruption. With an animated expression, he informed the goddess of his encounter with a deity that day. He then chose to inquire if she

knew this entity, despite finding it improbable she did not. Nonetheless, he recalled her earlier statement that she did not know nor wish to know. He theorized that by such a declaration, the god's Identity would stay concealed. Observing the goddess once more, he perceived her experiencing considerable annoyance. With sudden rage, she seized the orb and flung it a great distance. [music] Tears streamed down her face. Marac inquired if the divine seal presented difficulties for her. He informed her that throwing objects was an unsuitable expression for her anger. With a childish demeanor, she averted her gaze. Marac

expressed gratitude for her intent To assist. He requested she refrain from casting the orb once more, irrespective of her frustration. Seeking to uplift her spirits, he embraced and elevated her, eliciting a smile and a distinctive gleam in her eyes. The goddess inquired if he believed she would gain more charm through absorbing every orb. Prior to receiving the complete response, she grew emotional and started weeping. However, Marac stated her charm was already present. Hearing that his Feelings would remain unaltered, she found composure. His sentiments would persist. Embracing the goddess, Marne affirmed that regardless of her charm

multiplying three or 100fold, he would perpetually consider her beautiful. Concurrently, the inn's illumination persisted. Seated at a table, a blue-haired woman overheard two companions discussing malevolent entities. She gathered that these beings existed not solely within their domain, But extended to the dragon realm, the eastern territories, and the desert. This information prompted the blue-haired woman to turn, now watchful. She further heard an individual declare that apprehension was no longer necessary. An individual was eradicating the malevolent spirit's adherence and his identity was disclosed. They mentioned the priest Marac. Now they raised their drinks in his tribute, desiring

a prolonged existence for [music] the MC. While the celebration proceeded, the woman stayed in her seat, consuming her ale. She eventually murmured a remark concerning Erico's hero. A coldness entered her stare when Marach's name was uttered. He traversed the passage, contemplating that perhaps only those who venerated wicked artifacts ought to be condemned. Nevertheless, both the mercenary he had engaged and the area's lord had already been removed. Subsequently, he faced the Prospect of confronting that cold-blooded reptile. Consequently, he shut his eyes, quivering while envisioning the direest outcome. He believed an unavoidable encounter with that prince awaited

him, to whom he had sworn never to heir a second time. That burly man believed that concealing the events would merely peak the individual's curiosity. Despite his intense fear, he wrapped on the door. After the knock, he stood by Anticipating an announcement and permission to enter. The prince reclined on his couch, as was his custom. However, that day, his gaze was unusually intense. In a different setting, Marac positioned his sword on the shoulders of a mercenary who had attempted to rob them during their journey. The white-haired girl witnessed the entire event, her sadness evident. Her

distress was so profound that she averted her gaze, unable to continue Observing. Perceiving this, Marach faced her and stated he would enter the men and be back soon. True to his promise, he excavated graves and set up a wooden cross as if communing with his goddess. This served as a symbolic tribute wherein he requested her to collect the divine essences of the departed. During the ritual's execution, verdant flames appeared before him. Marac felt contentment, having amassed a substantial count of divinities from the Frequent assaults. Now traversing the snow once more, he declared they could continue

their travels. As Carmen conversed with Zea, Marak and the girl maintained their silence. Suddenly, Marac turned, hearing his name called. It was the girl attempting to initiate a dialogue. She clarified that she did not mean to critique him. Her sole desire was comprehension. The princess requested that he not misinterpret her remarks. As Marne observed her mutely, Still melancholic, she noted that he consistently displayed no leniency towards [music] Briggins. Observing his silence, she appended that she would comprehend if he preferred not to discuss it. Marac [music] pressed his lips, appearing profoundly troubled. He then inquired if

she had posed the identical question to their two cheerful travel companions. She responded that Carmen had stated his aim was to apprehend them to avert additional Casualties. Saja, conversely, was merely performing his contracted duties, yet pledged to spare them if that was her desire. With a subtle smile, Marac raised a digit and explained that he acted as he did because he perceived their potential. The girl mused that perhaps this was why he buried them with crosses for their potential rebirth. He elucidated his belief in the Briggin's capacity for atonement and their opportunity for self-improvement. She

Inferred that in such a case allowing them to live to guide others would be the optimal course. Attentively, she heard Marac clarify that despite releasing them, the danger of their reversion to malevolence remained ever present. He thus offered them a second opportunity, a chance at rebirth. Despite her contemplation, she found herself unable to entirely concur. She then inquired whether he considered humans capable of judging others. Delivering her brief discourse, she playfully winked at Marac. As he listened, Marach placed a hand on his chest and reflecting conveyed to the goddess his understanding of her sentiments. He

recalled the occasion she had granted him power to act autonomously. As Carmen and Sajida maintained their customary, relaxed mood, Marac informed the girl he judged [music] no one. Faced with taking accountability for the bandits deeds or Allowing them to harm others, he opted for the former. Marach remembered standing at a grave. Resolved to eliminate every potential menace. The girl stated the matter ultimately rested on a [music] decision. His sword upon his back, he asserted that someday he would atone for his every action. He steadfastly declared his readiness to bear the cost regardless of its nature.

With a grave expression, he proclaimed he would never rescue an evil Individual, merely to later sacrifice a good one. Discussing it was agonizing. He recollected the torment upon his return home. The mere memory caused him to clench his fists, [music] certain he must endure the repercussions. He had vowed never to spare an evil person, and now wept, recalling a friend's burial. His statements quieted the girl, who lacked the fortitude to debate. Observing his prolonged contemplation, she inquired if she might share her History. She then paused. Should he lack trust, she felt no need to speak.

[music] Marac, with a smile, suggested waiting for a different occasion. Marac soon indicated a point, capturing her focus. Evidently, a merkantile caravan drew near. Carmen proposed selling the gear recovered from the briggins. The quartet now readied for a potential parlay with the itinerants. They faced a traitor inspecting the articles they offered. Observing Marach's sword, the Man remarked, "It comprised an imperishable alloy, the Prior Empire's Zenith." He then apologized, explaining his enthusiasm, having never witnessed a wielder of an immortal sword. The term piqued Carmen's curiosity, and he desired further knowledge of this fabled alloy. Marach, studying

his sword, recalled discovering it with Carmen. The merchant affirmed its status as a rare, invaluable treasure. When he sought to purchase it, Marach simply embraced the Sword, stating it was not for sale. Intrigued, Carmen inquired about the merchant's other requests. The man disclosed his wish to employ the group's services for [music] escort to the northern kingdom's capital. He remarked that even prior to seeing the sword, he had learned of their Erico origin, signifying Marac was the demon slayer from Geese. He also possessed knowledge of curses from Kelton's malevolent deities and that Marac was Erico's Savior.

Observing Marac, who was already coughing and clearly flushed, he claimed Marac was officially certified if truly a priest. He pledged substantial compensation should they consent to escort him to the capital. Carmen requested a moment for them to deliberate the offer privately. The merchant comprehended, departing the tent and expressing hope of returning for positive news. Inside the camp, tranquility prevailed. The goddess was Extending her swathed leg while getting a shoulder massage. The MC massaging her queried if she found it enjoyable. He appeared content, announcing their decision to accept the undertaking. He stated he would seek suitable

lodging upon reaching the capital. Nevertheless, they detected a shriek originating from beyond the tent. Several individuals were attempting to subdue an airborne beast assailing the camp. Marac gazed at the creature in dread. Uncertain of its Identity. They quickly understood they were being assailed by creatures with bat wings. Discerning the peril, Marac held the goddess close, attempting to safeguard her. Confronted by the savage bat's assault, Marac swiftly readied himself to engage them. Firmly holding his sword's hilt, Marac slew all adversaries who crossed his path. Carmen, for her part, deployed her arrows masterfully to eliminate them. Her

remarkable precision wre significant Devastation on the battlefield. Unitedly, they persisted in purging the swarming area. At one point, Marac's eyes gleamed a profound emerald, seemingly under the influence of some shadowy power. Utilizing that might, he impaled one of the savage bats with exactitude. Throughout the skirmish, the white-haired girl, an adept [music] sorceress, also aided with her magic. Concentrating, she manifested fireballs and hurled them at the foes. Before her, A knight was assailed by an enormous bat. However, prior to her intervention, Marac launched one of his swords at the beast. This action allowed the man to

flee prior to being crushed by the animals fall. The girl turned, smiling, glad to spot Marac. Marak then informed her that uncontrolled allied magic posed a greater threat than the adversary. Taking [music] offense, she countered that her skill was not so poor. She asserted her ability to aim precisely And strike a bat of such dimensions. Marac conversely responded that no assurance existed against a misstep endangering a comrade. Upon his request for her to refrain from magic temporarily, she spun away, clearly distressed. [music] Following the arduous combat with the bats, Marac found himself entirely coated in

the creature's grime. His blade also trickled with the dark fluid seeping from the animals. In this condition, he Presented himself to the contractor. The man observed him, inquiring if he planned to retain the splendid immortalium blade. Marach [music] with a grave expression stated it would hinge on the man's proposal. The merchant grasped the caution, recognizing the need for meticulous word selection. Marac alerted him that devotees of the malevolent entity were assaulting the merchants group and sought an account. The contractor responded that he too was Unaware of the assaults motive. Marak subsequently laid his sword on

the table, an obvious indicator of strain. Sensing the gravity of the circumstances, the merchant affirmed his trust, noting esteemed reputation. Perceiving the man's sincerity, Marac grew tranquil and returned the sword to its sheath. Nonetheless, he wished the merchant concealed nothing, [music] despite the man's insistence on absolute discretion regarding the subject. With a Smile, Marac remarked he was capable of keeping a secret. [music] He was, after all, in the process of being engaged for a task. At that point, the man requested a vassel retrieve the object. Following a delay, the vassel reappeared with the container, setting

it on the table close to the contractor. The merchant clarified that the assaults from the devotees commenced upon that item's delivery. [music] The container required transport to the capital. This Constituted the assignment. Marac inferred the group likely sustained numerous casualties from ambushes on route. When questioned about his insistence on such a perilous demand, the man disclosed receiving an immortal as payment. Intrigued, [music] he inquired of Marac about its nature, but Marac himself lacked precise knowledge of its purpose. As the merchant opened the container, a seemingly plain necklace came into [music] view. Yet the Instant Marak's

gaze landed on it, he identified the item. It proved to be a hallowed artifact, imbued with the divine essence of his personal deity. With a hand pressed to his chest, he sensed its power emanating as a verdant luminescence. He then comprehended the reason for the worshipper's pursuit. Perplexed, [music] he remained unaware of the item's arrival in the merchant's possession or the adversar's discovery of its whereabouts. The merchant sought An explanation from Marac regarding the malevolent entity's intense craving for the necklace. However, the MC had bowed, admitted his own ignorance. Consequently, they shifted topics. Considering the

seriousness of the circumstances, Marac declared the mission's compensation ought to be twofold given the merchant's concealment of a holy object. The merchant blanched at this declaration. [music] He eventually consented, albeit Unwillingly. He urgently required the group's safeguarding. As night fell, shelters were pitched and [music] watchmen maintained vigilance nearby. Subsequently, the four companions convened covertly, scrutinizing the guards gear and deliberating on the circumstances. Carmen expressed particular satisfaction with Marak's choice to request a dual recompense. With a smile, he responded that he had simply sought what was rightfully Theirs. The young woman, for her part, was merely

content with everyone's safety. [music] concluding their discussion with a shared high- five. Each individual proceeded to their respective shelter. [music] Simultaneously, the deity's hand subtly penetrated Marak's attire, he softly inquired if she desired the hallowed artifacts theft, [music] cautioning that capture would lead to catastrophe. She, nevertheless, proposed it might be an Impeccable transgression absent any observers. Remembering the merchant's demeanor, Marne pondered against imprudent action. As he consoled the goddess, his hand resting on his chest, he divulged his strategy. The concept involved permitting the malevolent spirits to abscond with the item, then retrieving it during the

act. Their goal was to seize the divine essence and subsequently restore the necklace. The deity's hand even pulsed with fervor, Deeming the scheme ingenious. He surmised the goddess harbored doubts that the traitors concealed something more significant. It was then that he observed indications of an impending attack. With a sigh, he bemoaned the timing. Immediately following his ablution, he almost activated his saw instantly, resolved to finish it swiftly, Marac [music] alerted the others that monsters were attacking. Subsequently, a colossal creature Materialized, tossing guards aside. Intrigued, Marach wished to ascertain the creature's nature. Upon confronting it, he

noted its resemblance to a massive goat, a detail he dismissed as irrelevant. He resolved to dismember it nonetheless. Bearing a fierce countenance, the MC elevated both hands, clutching his unique sword. He projected a green luminescence towards the entity, [music] which merely countered with an alarming Bellow. As he attempted to cleave the beast, it repelled him with its potent horns. Marak arched his brows, struck by the adversar's might. He attempted another blow, yet the goat persisted in deflecting his assaults. Perceiving an opening, he resolved to sever the creature's horns. Their presence [music] piqued his interest. Following

the severing, the creature collapsed. Despite having recently cleansed himself, Marac found himself soiled a New. However, an anomaly from the forest drew his gaze. A brilliant radiance issued from the foliage, exposing an odd entity with vast eyes and a malevolent grin. Marak's green eyes widened as he strove to comprehend its identity. [music] It was the girl with pink hair, her tongue now peeking between her lips, held by the neck. Observing her, Marac instantly identified her. His green gaze fastened upon her. The girl simply tossed her hair and offered a Provocative smile. The surrounding men flushed

and began chanting even as the MC's hands constricted her neck. As he maintained a firm grasp on her throat, the girl inquired if he had considered her during this period. With an enigmatic grin, she stated it was acceptable as her thoughts of him sufficed for them both. Marach responded that with her permission, he had several queries. Her gaze mysterious, her hands resting on Marak's arm. She asked what Compensation he offered. Prior to that exchange, Marac had observed a distinct ferocious creature from a distance. Following the battle with the beast, its remnants scattered onto the snow

as he advanced to his subsequent location. At that juncture, a gigantic animal emerged, possessing deer-like antlers and crimson eyes, issuing a threatening growl. The monster had no chance to attack. A swift, distant spear precisely pierced its body. Marne, recognizing the Assistance originated from a friend, offered his heartfelt gratitude. Carmen, ever vigilant, promptly detected another presence drawing near. Therefore, he alerted his two companions to the impending peril. The creature, despite the wound from Sagida's spear, was desperately attempting its escape. Marak, firm in his strategy, yelled for his companions to entrust the remaining task to him. He

would manage the situation. Consequently, he pursued the Fleeing creature through the snow. Even with the [music] pursuit, the beast lacked the stamina for extended travel. Then, Marac merely firmed his hold on his sword's pommel. He readied himself for a swift, accurate, and lethal toss. On this occasion, he ensured the beast was fully incapacitated. Immediately after, he recovered his unique sword, still lodged within the dead creature. He traversed the [music] pristine snow again, feeling a greater sense of calm. Marach ascended a close by tree and expressed regret to the pink-haired girl for his delay. Upon descending

and approaching her, she inquired if he would consent to fulfilling all her desires. Wearing a joyful expression and a broad grin, she questioned if he spoke genuinely or merely gested. Yet he requested her to address his inquiries prior to anything else. She then affirmed her readiness for that. Gazing directly at her, he inquired about the Remaining number of the malevolent spirits adherence. She pondered momentarily. Then, with a soft smile, she responded that three individuals remained, excluding herself. With a disgruntled look, she stated her three associates withheld their intentions from her. As the priestess voiced her

grievances, Marac considered that he too would not confide in her if she were part of his contingent. Attempting to uplift her spirits, she rationalized Their behavior as stemming from extreme cruelty. Asked about the caravan assault's objective, she clarified they intended to pill for a golden necklace owned by the merchant lord. With a curious smile, he probed how they became aware of the necklace's presence. She confessed to uncertainty. She merely stated the necklaces giver to the merchant belonged to the Liberasio organization, which struck Marne as contradictory given the group's attack On the merchant. The MC then

perceived an internal rift or conflict within Liberasio itself was probable. She described it as a form of psychological conflict. Actions between competing groups. Marac, with a less burdened look, inquired about the precise cause of their split. The girl responded that she was aware but had forgotten the details. Observing the evergreen landscape, Marac considered it odd that she had forgotten such a crucial detail Given her affiliation with the group. With a playful grin, she stated her neutrality, accepting any task for payment in resources or currency. The MC sought to understand the types of materials she utilized,

she clarified they were for her dolls, as if this fact was self-evident. Clasping her hands together dramatically, she questioned if Marac grasped her craft. She further mentioned her role as a priestess dedicated to the quivering strand. Marach, now with his eyes shut, recalled the girl he had previously encountered. The individual currently before him was also an automaton. With open arms, she advised Marak to exercise caution as her associates were planning something. This revelation made the MC more somber and vigilant. Marach then questioned her reasons for assisting him. Her displeasure with the inquiry was evident, displaying

an unsettling, nearly unhinged expression. She stated That query surpassed all others in oddity. A brief silence enveloped them both as though contemplating the peculiar circumstances. Turning his back to her, Marach announced that his curiosity had abruptly vanished. As Marach departed, the girl reclined on the snowy terrain, demandingly requesting he reask the question. Without turning, the MC stated it was her opportunity. She could articulate her desires from Marac. Rising with Effort, her hair still dusted with snow, she promised to inform Marac at their subsequent meeting. Marac questioned if she was certain of her statement. Receiving no

reply, the MC bid farewell with a until next time and again [music] detached the doll's head from its torso. Despite her head's removal, she maintained a smile and expressed pleasure. The encampment now became visible, displaying rows of tents, each illuminated internally. Marach moved Between the tents when he heard his name being called. It was the white-haired girl, clearly worried for Marac. The MC advised her to remain in her tent and rest as devotees might emerge at any instant. She smiled and responded that she had been resting but grew concerned upon realizing the MC's absence. When

she inquired about his whereabouts, Marac, smiling, stated he had pursued a carpello. Learning he had detected a [music] worshipper's proximity and Investigated. The girl grew highly agitated. He however misled her by explaining the worshipper had departed. She moved nearer and expressed it was unfortunate. Immediately afterward, she produced a white cloth and carefully cleaned his face. He recoiled, [music] mentioning she would likely misplace the cloth if she continued its use in such a manner. Yet she persisted, cheerfully, stating she had brought that specific cloth for this purpose. Grasping his Hand, she requested he approach and not

evade her again. Subsequently, she meticulously cleaned his face once more. Satisfied with her action, she stated he could manage the remainder himself. She placed the white cloth in his hand. As she departed toward her own shelter, she ba good night. [music] Marac, somewhat discomposed, went into his tent.ex- Unexpectedly, a green luminescence manifested. The goddess gripping a white cloth was visibly shaking with fury. Upon seeing her with the cloth, Marac smiled and noted his face was already spotless. He added there was no necessity for a repeat cleaning. Nevertheless, the goddess persisted, [music] vigorously scrubbing, intent on

removing any trace others might perceive. A while thereafter, the group had packed their encampment and proceeded on their trekk as snow descended quietly. Amidst the descending flakes and the distant mountain outline, Something drew Marak's notice. He paused, [music] appreciating the vista, observing the mountains complete snow cover. A peculiar sound reached his ears, prompting recollection of the girl's caution. He considered it might not be a snare, yet his eyelids grew heavy. Abruptly, the mountaintop detonated, initiating an immense rock slide. Marach, now vigilant, cried out for everyone to beware of the avalanche. He urgently commanded them to

forsake Their belongings and flee with maximum speed. Nonetheless, an unusual event unfolded. The white-haired girl continued advancing toward the avalanche. Observing the avalanche, Marac considered its excessive speed, indicating a need to gain time. Upon glancing at Deia, the MC appeared to conceive an idea. Marak could utilize her to gain that time. The young woman appeared unfazed by the swiftly nearing avalanche. Marne rested a hand on the Fair young woman's shoulder, stating he required her assistance. Mercenaries scured frantically, convinced they could not flee promptly. Marne exclaimed that her aid could preserve the populace. Recognizing this as

her vulnerability, he observed her turn to him, her expression betraying a degree of skepticism. With a pursuing threat at his back, Marac requested she employ her magic against the avalanche. She found his permission to use her magic Peculiar, but he informed her that if she intended to deploy it, the present moment was crucial. Confusion gripped her as no spell she possessed held sufficient power to halt such a phenomenon. Marak explained that a full halt was unnecessary, merely a sufficient deceleration for escape. She cautioned that she would be immobilized during mana channeling and potentially collapse subsequently.

Resting his hand on her shoulder, he stated that his own Actions were inconsequential. Meeting her gaze, he pledged [music] to safeguard her existence. Despite her fear, she held profound faith in Marac. Turning away, she declared her attempt, warning him to uphold his pledge. His features brightened as he heard her state. She relied on him. Swiftly, she initiated mana channeling, her hair lifting amidst numerous energy currents. The mana coalesed around the young woman, enveloping her in a vast magical Loop. A small sphere had already formed in her hand. She adopted her posture and unleashed the assault

in the predetermined direction. Her strike impacted the avalanche precisely as planned. A blue detonation now appeared to fragment the impending issue. The blast's immense scale projected blue light and snow particles visible from a distance. Nevertheless, the avalanche persisted, though in diminished volumes. The young woman exerted herself more, Screaming continuously. Her countenance had altered, becoming focused with prominent veins on her face. Concurrently, the corruption goddess assessed the woman at four fingers. She now held the highest rating, having adeptly mastered her magic. Her rating elevated to four and a half fingers as her power control grew. Following

this exertion, the young woman gazed vacantly, seemingly dazed. Observing her state, Marach seized her, commanding her To regain composure. With her in his embrace, he affirmed her excellent performance and stated it was sufficient. The descending avalanche, though still active, now progressed at a reduced speed. With her unconscious in his grasp, he realized he would not need to incapacitate her. He then requested his goddess to summon the immense giant. The white giant of corruption materialized and Marac declared there was no time to squander. He requested The immense giant to provide shelter against the massive avalanche. Consequently,

only a few ice flakes drifted close to the young woman whose eyes remained shut. The corruption giant enveloped them both, safeguarding them from the chill and potential harm. Following a period, the mountain cleared, its snow having fully descended. The giant shrieked, directing his gaze skyward. Through considerable exertion, he shaped a tunnel and emerged From it. unharmed. As Marac traversed the snow, he informed the giant that if the vicinity was deserted, he would require the giant to dislodge the stone from his form while Marac carried the young woman. She remained unconscious, yet exhibited indications of reviving.

Marach's gaze was steady and grave. After the corruption giant extracted the stone near its head, it entered a corruption portal and disappeared. Concurrently, [music] Marac observed the Girl, who inquired if she was alive. He replied that he believed they were separated from their associates, but all remained alive. Setting her down, he questioned if she could now walk. She replied negatively, stating her mana reserves were exhausted. Nevertheless, she informed him that she had witnessed the entire event. Upon her statement, he regarded her with a tightened jaw, suspecting she might have observed the giant. In a graver

tone, she further Stated she saw him summon a highly questionable giant. His eyes now expanded further, acquiring a green tint. She then disclosed that she was aware he did not rever the preservation goddess. Remaining kneeling, she gazed up at his face as she uttered these remarks. She sought precise knowledge of his concealment. She asserted that fundamentally he was distinct. Ordinary individuals did not fly about with swords. He attempted to justify this by Citing personal discipline, but she recognized that explanation was false. She mentioned the hand he carried, noting she had heard him muttering to himself.

She was certain now. Although Marach thought he was being discreet, her watchful eyes had noticed over time. Smiling, the MC placed his hand on his chest and remarked that it wasn't hard to tell, which left her slightly dumbfounded. Marach claimed it was merely a routine prayer. She countered That she had pretended to believe that, but she had seen the truth. When he shouted, "Mother," and a giant emitting sinister energy appeared, she was about to ask if he was a worshshiper, but he placed a finger on her lips, signaling he had something to say. Adopting a

serious tone, Marach reminded her that silence is often worth more than gold, implying she hadn't seen anything. He expressed confidence that as a fair person, she would understand the Request. Lying in the snow, she replied that it didn't matter to her if he worshiped an evil spirit or not. She looked at him and stated that he was a good person despite his occasional mercilessness. Still on the ground, she added that she only brought it up because she thought he would listen without judgment. She explained that being born a mage caused many people to look at

her with resentment. She assured him that even if he worshiped an evil Deity, her treatment of him wouldn't change. She also vowed to keep his secret. She was fragile and lying down but fully conscious. In that moment, [music] neither Marak nor his goddess spoke. While he remained close, green energy suddenly released. The goddess materialized and began repeatedly hitting the white-haired girl on the head in a fit of jealousy while she was down. Looking at the child, she asked where she had come from and told the Priest to make her stop. Marac held the goddess's hand

and asked her to calm down, stating he believed the young woman was telling the truth. He told the goddess he understood her worry, but wanted to try trusting the girl. The white-haired girl looked at Marac and told the goddess that as a mage, she would swear a binding oath. The goddess made it clear she was constantly watching her. When the girl asked Marac what that meant, he explained that the Deity would be monitoring her behavior. Helping her up, Marac instructed her to swear using the ancient language. The girl began to pronounce the oath as requested.

As she spoke, Hermmana swirled around her, sealing the contract. This reassured Marac as he knew she couldn't speak of it even if she wanted to. The girl then looked at him, asking if he hadn't considered that she might have lied during the oath. However, he revealed he knew the ancient Language himself, which left her intrigued and even more curious. Marac gazed at her, inquiring what she wished to learn about him. Blushing and clasping her hands, she sought to know his preference in women. The girl's outrageous remark was audible. In sensing the goddess, who remained in

her childlike gues with a dismissive gesture, she promptly separated the pair. Marac, observing the goddess's rage, advised the girl that immediate Progress would be preferable. Still clearly flustered, the young woman questioned if he genuinely meant to seek the hallowed artifact. The subsequent scene depicted numerous individuals collapsing onto the deep white snow. The three devotees of the malevolent entity had already concluded the prior situation and now held the container. Inspection revealed the artifact inside was unharmed, still whole. While they presumed Marak had succumbed to the Cold, he and the girl traversed a different path with composure.

A worshipper, a young woman with short azure hair and matching eyes, expressed an urgent desire to depart. The man at her side, possessing long dark hair and almond eyes, detected an impending adversarial presence. Shortly after, all three stood on the snow, observing a pursuing figure. [music] The nearing individual burned with fury, accusing the devotees of dismantling the Merkantile group. That person, a guardian tasked with safeguarding the artifact, cried out in outrage, questioning their audacity and seizing property not theirs. The azure-haired devote started amassing arcane energy in her palm, poised for an assault. Immediately after unleashing

her enchantment at the man, the ground became covered with abruptly rising ice spires. Nevertheless, the man stayed upright, his form virtually unharmed. Merely minor imperfections marred his metallic exterior. Once his external casing shattered, he was revealed as a savage android enveloped in menacing energy. Androids were reputed to possess bodies wholly composed of metal. Recognized for their fixation on uncommon minerals, they desired all precious metals, growing exceptionally potent in their vicinity. The adversary easily evaded the ice assault and converted one arm into an armament. He Adopted a quadripedal stance for enhanced balance, asserting that juvenile strategys

could not halt him. The azure-haired devote now faced grave peril, risking demise if she persisted in combat. A companion urged her to endure slightly longer regardless of the hardships. The girl addressed her two associates, requesting swift action as her endurance was nearing its limit. In the [music] interim, the cyborg stayed in a frenzied state. His metallic form Indicated immunity to freezing. He asserted with conviction that the trio lacked the capacity to overcome him. The dark-haired man's gaze, however, conveyed a distinct assurance. Observing his allies failing magic, the cyborg moved toward the three individuals. The dark-haired

man calmly lifted a foot, pressing it firmly onto the ground, initiating a menacing motion akin to springing a snare. A dark, viscous substance started to engulf the cyborg's Metal components. Movement soon became difficult for him. As he operated on four limbs, the sticky material specifically pinned down one of his legs. An intense dark magic seemed to anchor the adversary beneath his feet. The girl commended Pelum's efforts, stating she could now release her complete magical potency. The mage, with an odd grin and eyes full of delirium, called forth her liquefying ice. Sharp points materialized and started

Assaulting the cyborg. A violent vortex emerged amidst the spikes, encircling the entity. Shielding only a section of his face, the cyborg ridiculed the method, labeling it a lowcost deception. Wielding his sword, he shattered the troublesome ice and also dissipated the spell cast by the initial mage. The woman observing this became noticeably strained, evident in her furrowed brow. A red-haired young man, an ally, instructed Karuna to crouch. He then Deployed an unusual spell that manifested as a shield before them. Of all the incantations used, that particular one genuinely astonished the metal man. The enchanted entity summoned

by the mage started secretreting a viscous fluid. The fluid covered the Iron Man's mechanisms, inducing considerable unease. Overwhelmed by vexation, the cyborg displayed indications of severe impact. Seizing the opportunity from the diversion, the Ice sorceress initiated a further assault. The rubyed red-haired youth smiled, stating the foe had misjudged his opponents. With the cyborg subdued, they disclosed prior knowledge that the merchant organization's true proprietor was solely an android. The ice mage harbored curiosity regarding what the magical creature had emitted, given the cyborg continued to squirm. Mid discussion, a white entity neared, capturing universal notice. This Elevated

their state of vigilance. It was the pale behemoth of corruption, advancing rapidly toward them with expansive steps and unwavering swiftness. The ice sorceress inquired about their next move against this emerging menace. The insect youth conceded his inability to halt it, stating his creatures were ineffective against such a force. The woman with blue hair questioned the whereabouts of the pink-haired girl. Yet, they resolved To confront the entity regardless of her absence. Again, the sorceress conjured the might of thawed ice, forming sharp points in an attempt to impede its advance. Her actions, however, only succeeded in escalating

the white corruption giant's fury. The ice barrier proved insufficient to halt its progress. The young woman implored Sheldon to take immediate action, warning that otherwise their destruction was certain. The dark-haired individual Conceived a plan, opting to encircle them within a mud pit for momentary protection. The corruption giant unleashed a formidable strike, obliterating both the ice impediment and the enchanted being. Concurrently, Marac still bore the frail white-haired girl in his embrace. He inquired if she could walk, then tenderly set her down, allowing her feet to contact the snow. Standing resolutely, she stated her condition had improved.

Marach conveyed That she did not need to assist given her compromised health. Nevertheless, he requested that she merely observe. Her eyes opened to reveal the form of a quadripedal android before her. The merchant stayed weaponized and enraged, resolved to eradicate all adherence of the malevolent entity. Though his frame sustained some injury, he persevered vigorously in combat. He pressed forward, annihilating the enormous bats conjured by the sorcerer. Marak informed The girl he wished to aid, but the man appeared to manage the circumstances capably by himself. From afar, Marac perceived the cyborg was disadvantaged, outnumbered, and starting

to waver. Yet something captured Marac's notice. His green gaze gleamed profoundly, akin to emeralds. He watched the corruption giant and discerned an anomaly in its combat style. Its motions and attack executions displayed an oddity. Subsequently, it seized an object and Hurled it with considerable power into the distance. The item struck the snow harshly, generating a white icy mist. It fell near Marac, who moved closer to identify it. Drawing nearer, he identified it as a snowladen bat, already devoid of life. At that instant, the goddess's hand materialized before him. She appeared to transmit a direct message,

conveying an immediate intent to intervene. The sight of the creature caused the white-haired girl to Experience nausea and illness. For Marac, however, it was merely another detestable beast. Opening the bat's carcass, he discovered the sacred artifact concealed within. At a distance, the white giant of corruption gestured, displaying a gem while showing a faint blush. Then the MC comprehended the reason for its altered behavior. This was the goddess's work, prompting a subtle smile from him. Abruptly, a powerful radiance surrounded Marac. He Prepared to strengthen one of his enduring authorities. Selecting an authority to boost, he utilized

his amassed divine power, which totaled 13,000 units. He desired the giant of corruption to also receive enhancement. Consequently, a luminous orb entirely encompassed it. The boon extended beyond Marac alone. The giant of corruption likewise gained a substantial power up. The powerful light emitting from the colossal entity blinded the bats, each Of which was effortlessly obliterated. They resembled luminous arrows launching from the enclosure around the giant of destruction. From afar, Marne observed and smiled profoundly, his vision beholding a truly magnificent sight. He regarded the giant of corruption, now further fortified with intense pride. Amidst the battle,

giant bats attacked ferociously. They tried to envelop and crush the enemy with overwhelming numbers, but met with unexpected Resistance. Observing the scene, one of the team members was astonished, barely able to believe what he saw. On the other side of the confrontation, a girl equally terrified, pleaded with her companion, Shadow, to act quickly. However, before he could do anything, Shadow was mercilessly struck down. In despair, the girl began to scream, attempting to flee the chaos. Her attempt, however, was cut short when a firm hand seized her ankle. From the Ground, a damaged robot declared that

it would not let her escape. Despite being trapped, the girl did not give up on fleeing. She tried to call for help, but her companion Luam had abandoned her. The fear of being captured caused Luam to run without even thinking of his team. His selfishness, however, did not save him, for he was struck by the enemy while attempting to escape. Luam could scarcely believe the moment of his capture, but regardless of his surprise, His end was swift. The girl, with persistence, managed to free herself from the hand that held her. With this small victory, a

spark of hope ignited in her chest, and she began to believe she would have a chance to survive. But hope was short-lived. A powerful explosion occurred very close to her, frustrating her escape attempt. To make matters worse, she was surprised when a giant hand emerged from the ground and captured her. She pleaded to be freed, But her opponent had no intention of granting her request. It was not long before the girl was also defeated. After this, the giant approached the robot and arrived in time to witness its last moments of life, still connected. Subsequently, the

giant used a summoning ability. At that moment, Marac, the protagonist, appeared on the scene. He felt his divinity elevated and perceived that his efforts were bearing good fruit. Marac, now present, told the Giant that the harvest would be his responsibility. The protagonist explained to the mother of corruption that the giant would perform the harvest in herstead. He also commented that the mother had become more eloquent recently and questioned if she grew smarter as the seal was released. Even noticing the mother's irritation, Marach merely found her cute and said that she was very precious, promising to

avenge her. Subsequently, his ally Dakia appeared And asked if that girl, instead of a goddess, was not in fact a lost daughter of Marac. Immediately, the mother became enraged by the comment, but the protagonist tried to diffuse the situation. Then, Dakia revealed that she had a favor to ask and inquired if she could also hug the girl as she found her extremely cute. Marach noticed the girl's shyness and suggested that his friend try to convince her with a snack next time. Dakia agreed, saying that one Day she would pinch the girl's [music] cheeks. Afterward, Marach

asked the mother if she had anything to say. The girl pondered, but the only thing that came to her mind was about killing. From her reaction, Marac deduced the answer. However, he was surprised by a shout from the girl who managed to refer to herself. Upon hearing her speak, Marac rejoiced, and the girl also showed satisfaction. Far from there, a noble elf furiously reprimanded his servant. He had just discovered that the men he sent on a mission had died in an avalanche. The elf stated that he had no words to describe what he felt. The

servant, in turn, thought that he was not to blame. After all, an avalanche was not something he could control. He mused that he had lost a considerable amount of hair just that morning due to stress. Subsequently, the elf asked if it was true that Dakia had left the eastern branch [music] region. The Servant confirmed, explaining that she was now under the jurisdiction of the main branch. With this, the elf praised the main branch, asserting that it always performed its work successfully and that they were the ones who had first captured Dakia. The servant then asked

if the noble would go to the capital. The elf replied that he would. The servant nearly leaped with joy in front of his master, thinking that he would finally be free of the lizard Prince and the scowlling princess. His dissatisfaction at having to work for them was so great that he celebrated the prospect of being away. His joy, however, was short-lived, for his master said that he would accompany him on the journey, as he would need someone to guide him there. The elf further added that the servant would receive special treatment and instructed him to

prepare for the road, wearing warm clothes. The servant claimed that he was the leader Of the eastern branch and could not abandon his position. But the elf retorted, stating that the servant's failures had not been reported to the higher echelons and asked what would happen if the capital discovered his errors. Upon hearing that threat, the servant was crestfallen. The elf in turn suggested he think of it as a few days of vacation. At that moment, the servant could only think of his family. Even with little to do, his sole wish was to Return home. Meanwhile,

our protagonist continued his journey along the road. His small, ever talkative robot narrated a story about a powerful warrior who had appeared enveloped in shimmering armor. Marak observed that the robot had already told that same story the day before and recalled that the little being described the scene as truly magnificent. The robot then completed the narrative, saying that the celestial gods had saved him. Even though the Great warrior seemed quite angry, Dakia commented that for a warrior from the heavens, that giant had a surprisingly sinister appearance. The protagonist pondered that the warrior's fury mattered little

to the robot. After all, he was on the verge of death when he was found. Soon after, the robot was informed that it was almost time for its interrogation. Asking the protagonist for leave, it explained that it would need to be absent. Furthermore, it Thanked Marak for his help in reaching the capital, promising a reward once they arrived there. As they continued their journey towards the capital, one of the allies, in a moment of sudden recollection, said he needed to inform them of something important. He explained that entering the city could be somewhat chaotic, but

assured them there was no cause for concern. However, it wasn't long before Carmen Valtus was recognized by one of the guards. Immediately, the guards approached to arrest him. Carmen assured them that he would be able to resolve the situation alone and that he would return as quickly as possible. Despite asking the group not to worry, the result was precisely the opposite. Far from there, a different scene unfolded. A majestic golden dragon approached. It landed softly on a snow-covered ground. Then, to the surprise of any observer, it assumed a humanoid form. It was the Noble elf

who promptly requested his garments from a servant. While the elf dressed, the servant thought to himself that soon those individuals at headquarters, who so ignored the branches, would also feel the weight of the elf's actions. The servant then informed him that the capital was just ahead and began to guide his master. However, upon being rushed, the elf warned that his servant was becoming excessively bold. Returning to the Protagonist, the robot commented that it was no wonder Carmen Valtus had been arrested upon arrival, as he was a notoriously problematic person. The robot added that the protagonist

should hear something important about Carmen and revealed that if Marak went to the guards and asked to visit the prisoner, permission would probably be granted. Teia suggested that they should eat something before going to the prison, stating that she knew a great place Nearby. Marak agreed and they decided to leave the visit for later. At that moment, the robot appeared with a bag of money, announcing that this was the promised reward. There were 15 gold coins for each of them. Upon seeing the generous sum, the protagonist thought that since his arrival in that world, it

was the first time he had encountered so much money. Noticing Marach's peculiar behavior, Dakia asked why he was staring at the money like that. She then asked If it was the first time he had seen so much money. From the protagonist's reaction, she already had her answer and commented that Marak at times revealed an unexpectedly charming side. The protagonist, pretending not to understand what she was referring to, stated that in fact he had always been charming. His friend retorted that despite Marach's jokes, [music] she had been serious. Changing the subject, Marac mentioned that he should

receive An additional payment for having returned the robot's item. The robot, in turn, assured him that it would take care of it as soon as it resolved an urgent problem. The protagonist then decided that they would visit Carmen immediately and meet the robot the next day. One of the team members, however, communicated that he would have to attend to another matter instead of visiting Carmen and b farewell to the others. Along the way, Marnack and his Friends stopped to eat as she had insisted. Then Dakia pointed to the prison, explaining that it was there the

guards were keeping Carmen. The protagonist [music] in turn commented that the place looked quite hostile. She agreed, saying that indeed the buildings were not as charming as Marac. At this, the protagonist joked that his friend was quite obsessive. Dakia asked if her attitude bothered him. Marak replied that it did not, but that he now wanted To go to Carmen before the food he bought for him got cold. His friend promised that she would no longer make jokes about the money and asked Marak not to be upset. Insistently, the protagonist assured her that he was not

upset. Meanwhile, Carmen Valtus was being fed in prison by a beautiful maiden and seemed to quite enjoy her company until suddenly he was surprised by the arrival of his companions. Immediately, the protagonist noticed That Carmen seemed quite at ease, almost as if he were at home. Somewhat awkwardly, Carmen admitted that he had been in prison with some frequency before. The maiden feeding him, however, observed that his frequency was even excessive. She then cordially received Carmen's allies and introduced herself as Arth Grata. Marac and Dakia also formally introduced themselves. Dakia then asked what Arth was doing

in the prison at that hour. Before Arth, Someone approached and clarified that Carmen had stolen something from Sir Enthus' warehouse. The person added that Enthus had personally placed Carmen on the wanted list. He then asked what Carmen had done with the stolen key. Carmen called him brother, but the newcomer insisted that Carmen answer the question without deflecting. The protagonist was surprised by the arrival of Carmen's brother. He quickly deduced that [music] this must be the son of the Black wolf and the vice captain of the queen's royal guards, known as the ice knights. His name

was Seten Valtus, also known as the White Wolf. Indignant, Set Valtus questioned his brother once more about the whereabouts of the key stolen from their father's warehouse. When his brother questioned him, Carmen admitted to having used the key. Concerned, Seten wanted to know if Carmen had been injured in doing so. Carmen simply replied that he had not. Seten then Reminded him that their father detested thieves [music] and besides stealing, Carmen had also used the item, making it impossible to return. He emphasized that their father always stated that achievements gained through injustice were worthless. He concluded

that for whatever reason, the theft was unjustifiable. Carmen, for his part, recalled that his father also used to say that rules should be followed strictly so everything else would remain In order. In a way, he agreed with that statement. However, he questioned why that rule did not apply to their mother. After all, as soon as he was born, his mother had been forced to leave the family without even saying goodbye. Carmen argued that even a loser living in the alleys would take responsibility for his woman. Thus, he claimed that his father's honor was not on

the same level as that of a mere street rat. [music] He had tried to talk to his father about The matter countless times, but he only met with silence, which Carmen attributed to paternal cowardice. It was for this reason that he stole the key. His objective was to find his mother since his father refused to reveal her whereabouts. After hearing the whole story, Setyen assured his brother that he would talk to their father about the matter. Carmen was moved to hear this. The protagonist observing the scene thought that Carmen had a good brother And that

their relationship must be close. However, realizing he was being watched, Settien stared at his brother's friends. This caused the two of them to look away. Seten approached, regretting that they had witnessed such an argument and stated that dealing with his younger brother was a complicated task. However, in the midst of the conversation, he noticed the presence of Princess Dakia and asked why she was not in Beus. Dakia replied that it had been some time since They had last seen each other and explained that she was traveling the world, tired of staying home. Satian warned that

it was not good for a princess to travel that way and expressed concern that her father might be distressed. Dakia, however, disagreed, claiming that her father had never worried about her and that therefore it would not happen now. Changing the subject, Arthrada asked how long Carmen would remain imprisoned this Time. According to their father's orders, Settan informed them that his brother would be detained for a month. However, he stated that he would speak with their father later that day to try and reverse the decision. Dakia then suggested that they remain in the capital until Carmen's

release, but the protagonist insisted that they needed to return as soon as possible. Even so, his friend tried to convince him, arguing that there was no need to rush. Set Asked if Marak was the priest known as the archeneemy of the evil spirit. The protagonist confirmed and Setion immediately wanted to know if Marak was part of Eratico's saviors. Marak confirmed and Setion commented that this information would be useful during the conversation he would have with their father. He added that if the priest had an opportunity during his stay in the city, he should visit the

Valtus residence with Carmen. However, he asked For permission to leave as he needed to attend to other duties. Observing Sedon's behavior, the protagonist concluded that he was quite different from his brother. Carmen stated that Satan was a great person, a role model unlike himself. Dakia, however, commented that Carmen had felt very comfortable expressing his anger to his brother. Carmen justified himself, claiming that he needed to vent and ended up losing control. The princess Said that they had bought food for Carmen on the way, imagining that he might be hungry. However, she and the protagonist realized

there was not so much need for concern, but they decided to leave the food for him anyway. On the way to the exit, Dakia revealed that she knew a great place for them to visit. Marac agreed, claiming it would be better for everyone as he felt he was getting in Carmen's way. Elsewhere, the protagonist reflected that according to What the trumpeter of death and rest had said last time, there should be a sacred relic nearby. However, he concluded that there was no good place to get information there. He then remembered receiving an item from Lord

Trident and considered that it was a good time to use it. Amidst his thoughts, Dakia knocked on the door and asked if she could enter. The mother of corruption became extremely irritated, but the protagonist tried to calm her. Dakia Entered happy to see her mother, claiming that she would not be able to reject her hug at that moment. She had bought snacks from the most popular bakery in the city. Upon presenting the food, Teia said that instead of words of thanks, she would accept a hug. However, her mother ended up throwing the breads away as

she had no intention of being bribed. In doubt, Dia asked what that meant. Since Marac was the only one who understood what the mother was saying, He explained that she would not accept being tempted and that was why she rejected the breads. At Elie's main base in the capital, someone appeared with a drawing looking for a person with that appearance. If it had been anyone else, the interrogated person would have thought it was a joke, but he knew he was in front of someone important and therefore could not be rude. He then asked if the

person in the drawing was human. The girl replied that she was. Although she did not know who the subject depicted was, she was confident that her drawing was a perfect composite sketch and did not understand why the man asked that question. The man in turn thought that despite the drawing being horrible, he was in front of a blue flame priestess and asked how much she estimated for the application fees. The priestess replied that she had captured some wanted criminals on the way and therefore had enough money to pay for The service. The man thought that

most likely the priestess would pay more than the minimum amount. After all, she belonged to the blue flames. Then the priestess presented 12 gold coins and 33 silver coins and asked if that was enough. Seeing the expression of the young man who attended her, she asked if that amount was much higher than expected. Meanwhile, the noble elf showed increasing impatience with the delay in reaching his destination. His Servant by his side sensed that it would not be long before the master's temper reached its limit. And the biggest problem would be when he took out his

frustrations on the small companion. This excessive concern caused the servant to lose focus to the point where his master clearly noticed his discomfort. The elf quickly became annoyed, feeling that the blame for any delay or problem always fell on him. Amidst this tension, they ended up Encountering the blue flame priestess. [music] The small servant was dazzled to see her, but the priestess in turn reacted in the opposite way. The [music] servant prudently decided to remain silent, imagining that his master would start asking questions if he showed any reaction. A short time later, they finally reached

their destination. Upon their arrival, the man responsible for guiding them informed them that only the elf could proceed. The small servant Felt a pang, thinking that although his branch might be considered inferior, it was humiliating for a branch leader to be barred by a mere employee. However, to the surprise of both, the elf declared that his servant would accompany him. The young man, the guide, explained that he understood the prince's desire, but stated that it was impossible to allow members of other branches to enter [music] there. Annoyed by the opposition, the elf slapped the Guide

across the face. He then demanded that the guide bring someone with higher authority to speak with him. Although he did not feel sympathy for the arrogant elf, the small servant could not help but enjoy seeing the guide get struck. That was enough to dissipate all the resentment he harbored against the headquarters staff. Now he saw there a unique opportunity to witness with his own eyes and ears the destruction and humiliation of the headquarters members By the third prince. [music] Back in Dakia, Marac watched the mother of corruption reject the bread and leave the room, claiming

he could keep the food for himself. Picking up the discarded bread, Marac reflected that his mother had been quite rude. He believed there were many ways to decline something, and that was definitely not the most appropriate one, especially since Tequia had bought the bread specifically for her. The MC explained To his mother that the woman he knew and respected was capable of acknowledging her mistakes through a noble gesture. Therefore, he suggested she apologized to Dakia the next time they met. For now, he asked her to taste the bread, noting that it looked very delicious. After

her son's lecture, the mother couldn't resist the treat. [music] With the first bite, she became extremely happy to the point of jumping around the room. Marak warned her not to eat so Fast as it could cause indigestion. At that moment, Dakia returned to the MC's room. She mentioned she also wanted to try the bread but hadn't managed to amid all the confusion asking if she could take at least one. The mother was surprised by the request. Dakia in turn noticed the girl had loved the gift. Even if the mother hadn't openly shown it, the princess

realized she had hit the mark with her choice. Minutes later, Dakia was already holding the mother in Her lap, finally getting what she wanted. Sometime later, the MC left for an appointment, assuring Dakia she didn't need to accompany him. However, the princess reminded Marach that she had promised never to reveal his secret. For that reason, she insisted on accompanying him to the home of the so-called friend of the demon. Upon arriving, the owner asked what they wanted. The MC simply showed a special item, and the owner immediately Authorized their entry. Once inside, Daki asked what

the object was. Marak replied that he had received the item from a demon he met some time ago, who had instructed him to show it whenever he visited this friend. Dia commented she had no idea demons could be so detailed. She was also surprised to discover that a simple house actually functioned as a front for an extensive underground location in the middle of the capital. The MC explained he had Never been to the capital before, hence his lack of surprise. Still, Dakia asked if whether in the capital or not, he wasn't surprised to see such

constructions. [music] Marak mentioned having seen other grandiose structures in his life. Meanwhile, a mysterious man approached. Dakia promptly asked if she should attack him. The MC replied no, explaining that using magic there could trap them in the ruins. His friend asked him to trust her, but Marnack insisted She shouldn't attack. Approaching the stranger, he asked if the man would be their guide. Instead of verbalizing an answer, the hooded figure just turned and walked toward the other side of the site. Upon reaching a door, Deia doubted whether they could enter, but Marak decided it was best

to find out for himself. As soon as they entered, they encountered the hostess. Between puffs of smoke, she asked what her visitors desired. Marach expressed his wish for Help to the hostess. She then asked for their names. They introduced themselves, but the mention of Marach's name startled the hostess. She pulled Marac closer and questioned if he was in fact the infamous demon hunter Giz. Immediately, Marac realized his reputation preceded him and that the hostess didn't seem pleased with what she had heard about him. Sensing imminent danger for Marac, Dakia demanded the hostess release him. The

Hostess, however, challenged her, asking what would happen if she refused. [music] In response, Dakia stated she would destroy the entire place with her magic. Marac intervened, warning that such an act would kill everyone. The hostess then asked who Dakia was. Irritated at being ignored, Dakia reminded her she had already introduced herself. At this, the hostess apologized for her lack of attention and admitted she had crossed the line. She revealed She was known by some as twisted curiosity, although humans simply called her a demon. Next, she asked Marak if he was the priest of preservation. [music]

Marac denied it, stating he worshiped the mother of corruption. Twisted curiosity was visibly surprised by this revelation. She then asked Marak to come closer as she wished to read his mind. She explained that in her current form, she couldn't penetrate deep into Marak's mind, but wanted to check how he Remained so intact. Marak didn't understand the meaning of those words. However, twisted curiosity merely said he was different from other children of corruption and attempted to attack him. Marak's mother, however, intervened in his defense. The demon warned that the situation would bring trouble. She revealed she

knew Marach was collecting his mother's relics and asked how many he had already obtained. Curious about how the demon discovered this fact, Marac asked if she could elaborate on what she had said earlier. Twisted curiosity stated she couldn't reveal what she knew, but suggested Marak's own mother possessed such capability. The mother, however, assured Marak she had no idea what the demon was talking about. Observing the interaction between the two, twisted curiosity was surprised to see a deity conversing so casually with a human. Marach explained that normal communication was a constant Between him and his mother.

After all, a good relationship depended on it. The simple fact that Marac hadn't gone mad in his mother's presence was surprising enough for twisted curiosity. Furthermore, he hadn't received any punishment for talking to the deity. She expressed curiosity about how long this fluid communication had been happening and asked if Marak's body had been enhanced in any way. Marack revealed he had spoken normally with the mother Since their first meeting. Twisted curiosity observed that it wasn't a good idea to put all eggs in one basket, but supposed the mother of corruption had no other choice. She

then warned that Marach would have to work hard to pay for everything he had received as his current situation was precarious, like walking a tightroppe. However, she stated she couldn't say anything more, otherwise the guys would notice. Marac realized she referred to the gods Inhabiting the skies. Twisted Curiosity then asked if Mar was aware that to have a wish granted by a demon, something needed to be offered in return. Marne asked what she desired in exchange for her help. Twisted Curiosity revealed her wish was for Marak to sleep with her. Marak was completely caught off

guard by the request. Still, Twisted Curiosity claimed never to have done anything similar with a child of corruption before as they were all mentally Unstable. Amid the situation, Dia vehemently opposed the wish. Twisted Curiosity asked the reason for her opposition. Dakia, without going into details, stated it couldn't happen. Not only Dakia, but Marak's mother also opposed it, attacking the demon. However, Twisted Curiosity mocked, saying the mother's punches felt like caresses. This made the small mother even more irritated. Twisted curiosity, however, calmed things down, stating she Was only joking. She said she only wanted Marach's badge,

the one he used to enter, and asked if he hadn't heard about the item when he received it. Marak replied negatively. The twisted curiosity commented that adding small pieces to life made things more fun. In any case, she already knew what favor would ask for, as she presumed he would have to find one of his mother's lost relics. Marack confirmed, appreciating conversing with someone who got straight To the point. The Twisted Curiosity claimed to possess this relic, one that would be of great value to Marak's temple. But to grant the item, the Twisted Curiosity wished

to see Marach participate in her underground fights. For, according to her, only by winning the fights could he possess the item. She revealed she had placed the relic as a prize for the fights. By indicating the relic's location, she considered the agreement fulfilled, but clarified that She could not hand the item directly to Marac. Therefore, he would have to fight and win to get what he wanted. And so she [music] wished him good luck in the battles. In the battle arena, the acclaimed gladiator Pao made his entrance and the entire audience gave him a standing

ovation. The fight announcer announced that his opponent would be a novice who entered the arena with a series of impressive acrobatics. Despite his inexperience, his triumphant Entrance captivated the attention of the spectators who received him with enthusiasm. In the crowd, bets on the winner were rampant and some dared to consider a victory for the novice. Dakia in turn bet a considerable sum on Marac, rooting for him to win at all costs. A few days prior, the protagonist had tried to negotiate for the relic with the hostess, [music] even promising to return the artifact after using

it to restore his mother's divinity. However, The twisted curiosity warned him not to be naive, as such an action would cause the spirits worshippers to notice immediately. The best way to obtain the item then would be to enter the arena, as this would be a way connected to both Marac and his mother. The Twisted Curiosity also mentioned the entity known as Libertaso, stating that the protagonist would encounter it at some point in his search for the sacred relic and that it would be prudent to reduce The number of enemies before then. Furthermore, the city they

were in was the capital of the kingdom. The protagonist knew this prevented his opponents from easily using their divine authorities due to the presence of local priests. He also considered that in his arena matches he might lose, but he would not die from an attack without divinity. Marach, however, had no intention of killing his opponents merely for being worshippers of an evil Spirit. [music] The twisted curiosity questioned him, reminding him that he had done so many times before arriving at that place. The protagonist, in turn, claimed to have had good reasons for his past actions.

In that [music] case, the twisted curiosity retorted that if Mar had sufficient reasons, he could kill without any hesitation. With that, she used her powers to show something to the protagonist. Marach then saw horrific scenes in his mind, but did not fully Comprehend them. He asked what he had just seen. The twisted curiosity explained that they were the memories of the evil worshippers and questioned him if that was reason enough to defeat them. [music] Marak asked if everything he had witnessed was truly real. The twisted curiosity responded that unfortunately yes. Back in the present, the

protagonist faced his adversary while the audience continued to cheer for Pzone. He thought it was great to Have the chance to wear a mask, remembering how the mask allowed him to shapeshift at will and how the princess's ring facilitated the use of magic instead of restricting it. On the other side, Paison, seeing his adversary without armor, warned him not to fight unprotected. However, the protagonist rudely ignored the advice which left his opponent furious. Paison then used his anger as fuel to attack, stating that he would completely crush his adversary. His initial attack elicited shouts of

joy from the audience. Soon after, however, Paison realized he had missed the blow as the adversary dodged. Besides being fast, the protagonist also acted mockingly. Marak purposely provoked the enemy's anger. Paone tried to hit him with successive blows, but failed until at a crucial moment in the fight, the protagonist stopped merely dodging and retaliated, delivering a slap to the enemy's face. Extremely Irritated by the gesture, Paone tried to hit him with all his might. But despite all his effort, he only managed to hit the ground as the protagonist dodged once again. Pao quickly realized he

had never faced such a swift opponent. Not only that, but he noticed there was a good reason for the novice to have entered the arena without armor. His frustration [music] was palpable to the point that the audience began to call out to Pzo. He replied that he was not Losing by choice. Then Pison launched another attack. This time, he used all his strength against the protagonist, but Marach's speed allowed him to escape in time. Not only that, but he dodged the attack and also managed to capture the enemy, demonstrating that his strength was as great

as his speed. Even the fight announcer was surprised to see someone seemingly inferior managed to lift Pzau into the air. At [music] that point, Pzau was pleading for help, but Nothing could save him from what was to come. The protagonist held him and slammed him to the ground, causing a tremendous impact right in the middle of the arena. The audience cheered at the site, thinking that Pesho had performed the attack. But when the dust from the impact settled, they realized that only the novice was standing. [music] The great champion, admired by all, had lost for

the first time. Not only that, but upon seeing the novice scale the walls With his bare hands, the audience became even more frightened. The fight that had seemingly ended resumed when the protagonist climbed to the highest point of the arena. From there, he aimed at the already fallen adversary and hit him like a cannonball. Pzone, completely unable to defend himself, took the full impact of the blow. To solidify the victory, the announcer proclaimed the novice's triumph, dubbing him the human slayer. After leaving the arena, the Narrator interviewed the rookie, asking him what he was thinking.

The protagonist [music] took the megaphone and declared that he would defeat everyone who dared to face him. In a way, the spectators liked hearing that and accepted the human slayer as their new champion. Not only them, but Dakia and the protagonist's mother also celebrated his victory. After some time, Dakia was accompanying Marac through the city. She pointed to a freshly baked Loaf of bread, expressing a desire to buy it. Marach suggested there was no need for such haste given the long line. But Dakia insisted, emphasizing that the bread was fresh. However, something different captured Marik's

attention. He spotted a person who seemed familiar to him. Although he could not recall where he had seen them before, Dakia interrupted his thoughts, reminding them of the need to hurry and buy the bread, as they had won a good sum in the arena. Marach then decided to follow his friend, reflecting that the familiar person was probably just someone resembling another person from his past. Upon returning to their lodging, Marach and Dakia found the priest's mother quite agitated. She was acting like a child who had just watched an action movie, imitating Marach's movements in the

arena and elbowing the mattress as if facing a real opponent. With that, she rejoiced, convinced she had Faithfully replicated what she had witnessed. Dakia agreed, stating that the mother had learned very well, unlike herself. Marac, for his part, was mortified. At that moment, the twisted curiosity appeared in the room. Marak apologized for all the commotion, but she said that she found it amusing to see the mother act that way, as she herself had considered Marak's fight memorable. She confessed that she previously saw Marak only as a rigid Priest, but his excitement in the arena had

made her change her mind. However, [music] she revealed that things had not occurred exactly as everyone imagined. She had overheard a dialogue between them during the combat. And although she did not know the details, she realized that Marach and Pizo had arranged a performance. Marak defended himself, explaining that it was not a setup, but that he and his opponent shared the same vision, and together they had created a Performance that resulted in a great spectacle. The twisted curiosity could not disagree and even considered adding more fights with similar performances in the future. However, since Pezo

had left to become a true actor, she would need a new fighter. Thus, she asked Marac if he would not be interested in working for her as her new main fighter. Marak thanked her for the offer, but declined. He stated that his objective was to release his mother's seal. The twisted Curiosity, though disappointed, [music] realized that she would not be able to convince him. Before leaving, she asked if she could use Marak's performance idea whenever she wished. He replied that yes, after all, many had already done so in the past, and the idea was not

his. Even so, the twisted curiosity argued that using the idea for free would not be fair and promised to reward him financially for it. Marnack said there was no reason to reject that Prize. However, the twisted curiosity reminded him that the matches had not yet ended and asked if there was anything she could do to help him. Marak assured her that he had everything under control. After all, his next opponent was an evil worshipper. Shortly after, the arena was buzzing again. The match narrator introduced the fighter nicknamed the headbreaker. Beside him, the rising star was

announced, the rookie who had captivated the audience Last time. As everyone already knew his name, the narrator asked the spectators to welcome him with cheers. In response, the entire audience shouted the human slayer's name. However, some were surprised to see him as Marak appeared with the same weapon used by Pzou, his last opponent. Many thought that after eliminating Pao, the human slayer had stolen his weapon, which only increased his reputation for high dangerousness. Marac, for his part, asked his opponent If his name was Get him. From the other side, the opponent questioned how the masked

man knew his name. This question was more than enough for Marne to confirm what he desired. The narrator then announced the start of the fight. But as soon as she authorized the combat with a single blow, Marak defeated the enemy. Immediately, everyone was dumbfounded. Unlike the previous spectacle, this time the fight ended quickly and bloodily. The only person Comfortable with the scene was Marak's mother. In his mind, Marac thought that he was capable of playing a role, but concluded that he would not toy with a person's life. Far from there, a noble elf participated in

a meeting. Frustrated at not getting what he desired, he exploded in [music] fury. Har, the superior of Ela headquarters, presented three reasons for not accepting the mission to capture the target. First, he explained that last Time, Princess Dakia Rimmel, had entered the city under a pseudonym, and even then, his men managed to capture her secretly. This time however she had arrived on an official visit which made it impossible to capture her without causing a major commotion. Secondly, she was accompanied by three individuals difficult to control. One of them was Carmen Valtus, the hound of the

black plain, the bastard son of Lord Enthus. Another was Sajida Forgon, a member of The Red Bear mercenary corps. And last but not least, the priest Marac, the archeneemy of the evil spirit. The elves suggested that they could simply bribe the team, ensuring a clear path to the princess. Hunar, however, stated that the priest could not be bought. Marach was known for having killed many enemies and would not betray the princess so easily. Furthermore, there were rumors of a romantic relationship between him and the princess. Upon hearing this, the Elf became furious, refusing to believe

such a truth. But Har revealed that according to his informants, Dia secretly visited Marach's room every night. The elf asked who else knew the information. Hentar replied that only his organization possessed such knowledge. Then the elf ordered him to prevent the information from leaking, whatever the cost. Furthermore, he asked what the last reason was for his ally to refuse the mission. Har mentioned that Set Valtus the white wolf had contacted the princess and knew of her presence in the city, which meant that if Dakia disappeared, he would search for her. Moreover, the white wolf had

the support of his father, Lord Blackwolf. With this, Har declared that the last thing he desired was for the Ela to get involved in a conflict against Lord Enthus Valtus. Har thought that besides convincing the elf to give up, he also had personal reasons for not accepting The mission because even as a prince, there were things that were beyond the elf's reach. But amidst this discussion, Har saw the elf's servant laughing and wondered what he found amusing in such a tense moment. Furious, [music] the elf pressed Hart's head against the table and questioned why everyone

only talked about Enthus. He stated that his request should not be ignored and asked if Hunar was a child to feel fear. Furthermore, the elf threatened to tell the queen all The dirty things the Ela had been doing, especially the kidnapping for money of the daughter of one of the four greatest lords, which would make them meet Antis personally since they talked about him so much. Hunter warned that if the prince did that, he would also put himself at risk. The elf retorted that the only dragon and sorceress in that world were his parents. In

[music] fact, the demon dragon king could destroy everything if he thought his son had Died in a conflict. Therefore, he ordered Hantar to take Dakia Reiml to the dragon's kingdom without a single scratch, regardless of the method he had to use for it. In parallel, a group of evil worshippers gathered, realizing that the mysterious human slayer was being much more ruthless with them than with anyone else. The group's leader suspected the involvement of the arena's patronis and therefore decided that it would be more advantageous to steal her Relic than to try to obtain it through

combat. He then authorized the plan with the caveat that the operation needed to be executed with maximum speed before the priest or the patroness herself could notice anything. Simultaneously in Ela, the leader was organizing his own capture operation. He explained that the mission involved blowing up a wall, invading the location, and quickly leaving with the target. He emphasized that Ela's name was at stake, making Failure unacceptable, and ordered his men to find the target at all costs. Back at the arena, the protagonist was preparing to face a red-headed adversary. The unarmed [music] fight promised a

fierce combat, and the audience waited anxiously. However, as soon as the announcer declared the start of the match, a powerful explosion erupted in the arena, startling everyone around. Subsequently, ninjas from Ela invaded the site in search of the Target. Aware of the possibility that the princess might be disguised, they began their search cautiously. At the same time, the cultist leader realized they were not alone in the mission and ordered his people to take advantage of the distraction to head towards the arena's patronist. [music] The protagonist's adversary was visibly frightened, claiming not to understand the situation.

Marne also lacked clarity regarding the facts. However, amidst the Growing confusion, a figure emerged, declaring that the invasion was an operation against illegal fights and demanding that everyone kneel in obedience to his majesty's command. [music] Soon after, a third group entered the arena, led by Carmen Valtus, who immediately ordered fines to be applied to everyone who had stepped into that clandestine location. Upon observing the royal army applying fines, El's leader questioned the reason for Their appearance precisely on the same day as his operation, especially since his men were already being pursued by the soldiers. The

cultists [music] had also been discovered and were fleeing. Carmen Valtus, aware of the situation, ordered his [music] troops to block all exits. However, upon attempting to proceed with his mission, he was stopped by the protagonist. Marac argued that it was not the time to pursue the fugitives, but rather to focus on those Who were there to kidnap Princess Dakia. Some people in the arena confirmed this version, recalling that the ninjas had mentioned the princess when invading the location. Given this, Carmen decided to trust his companion's word. Immediately, the ninjas began to retreat. To stop them,

Carmen Valtus ordered his men to ignore the others and focus only on the men in black. Sajida, also present, received orders to eliminate the enemies in whatever way he deemed most Effective. He promptly attacked the ninjas, blocking their escape. Simultaneously, the royal army advanced, and both groups attempted to corner the invaders. The protagonist then ran to his room, startling Princess Dakia upon entering. She asked what was happening, and Marac explained that the evil worshippers were heading to where Twisted Curiosity was while the others faced the royal army. He warned that the ninjas could be hidden

anywhere and that They needed to leave immediately. First, however, he asked the princess to wear a mask to disguise herself as she was the ninja's target. Dia understood and put on the mask. With [music] that, Marac indicated that they could use the emergency exit. However, as soon as they tried to leave, one of Twisted Curiosity's guards intercepted them, stating that only authorized persons could pass through. Before he could do [music] anything, the guard was hit by a Projectile. On the other side, the protagonist noticed the presence of enemies. He concluded that to escape he would

need to fight and that surrounded he would not be able to use magic leaving him only his sword. With that in mind he went on the attack striking down the first enemy attempting to surround him. As he cleared a path for himself and the princess other enemies approached. Dakia for her part did not remain idle. Upon encountering one of The adversaries she used her magic to blind him. Disoriented the enemy became an easy target for the protagonist. [music] Together the two fought against the enemies leaving no openings. Dakia asked if her performance had been satisfactory,

and the protagonist confirmed, but reminded her that they still needed to get out of there. As they fled, Dakia questioned whether they should not help the hostess [music] against the evil worshippers. Marne Replied negatively, explaining that unlike in the past, killing a demon that had remained in a body for so long was an extremely difficult task. It did not take long for the enemies themselves to realize that the arena's patronis was in fact a demon. [music] Twisted curiosity, now revealed, stated that if they had asked earlier, she would have been most pleased to reveal her

true nature. The cultists [music] despared, but their leader declared that a demon should pay A price for using the power of evil. He ordered two of his men to look for the relic while he and the rest of the group would stay to face the creature. Upon hearing the leader's words, Twisted Curiosity recognized that he knew some things and that she had always known that one day figures like them would appear. She then prepared for the confrontation. With a single movement, the creature imposed profound fear on all her adversaries, for what they saw Was nothing

pleasant. She further claimed that it was easy to make agreements like that in an underground arena. The entity declared that they had done well to play in her arena, for now the real fun would begin. Extremely excited, Twisted Curiosity asked the cultist leader if he was ready to begin. Carmen Valtus was fighting a true battle against the enemies. And as he fought, a question echoed in his mind. How had all that confusion begun? He was merely Seeking more experience, following his brother's advice. But his own soldiers inexperience put them at a clear disadvantage. He imagined

that the princess would already be with the priest. And thus, [music] his main mission was to contain the situation there, giving her time to escape. Assuming his role as commander of the royal army, Carmen [music] raised his voice and demanded the attention of those still standing. He ordered them to Stop trying to defeat the enemy at all costs and instead organize themselves, forming a defensive line. Then Carmen passed command to another soldier, instructing him to prioritize the safety of the allies. Turning to Sajja, he asked if his friend still had the strength to fight a

little longer. Saja, without hesitation, confirmed that he did. Carmen then informed his friend that the task of defeating the enemies would be up to them. Meanwhile, at Another point in the battle, the priest Marac attempted to escape with the princess. Even with her face covered, he noticed that the enemies seemed to recognize her. A ninja tried to intercept them, but quickly realized what a bad idea this move had been. For with a single precise blow, Marac dispatched him. However, the attacker was not alone. Two other ninjas approached upon seeing their comrades fate. Marak without hesitation

threw his Knives, disarming them with skill. Noticing more enemies approaching from the other side, he [music] ordered Princess Dakia to also engage. She promptly obeyed, fighting the adversaries. Dakia did not limit herself to physical attacks. >> [music] >> She used her magic to create an explosion, distracting the remaining enemies and allowing Marac to eliminate them with ease. After the fight, Dakia Said that the mask was no longer necessary and returned it to Marac, explaining that [music] it was difficult to fight with her face covered. It did not take long for the absence of the mask

to cause other enemies to recognize Dakia, and quickly they approached in large numbers surrounding the two. Perceiving the situation, Dakia asked Marak what they should do. He instructed her to destroy the ceiling to block the ninja's advance. The princess, using her Magic, promptly obeyed, causing a good portion of the tunnel ceiling to explode and collapse, burying the ninjas under the rubble. Marak grabbed a arm, pulling her away from the collapse. However, just ahead, they encountered even more ninjas. One of them introduced himself, stating that his sole interest was the princess and promising that if Marak

handed her over, he would be spared. The ninja offered to pay double what had been promised to protect Dakia and would Even overlook the fact that Marak had killed some of his companions. Marach in turn replied that the princess had already promised to pay him with gold equivalent to his weight and then asked if they could offer double that amount. The ninja leader affirmed that they could. Marac commented that it was indeed impressive, but added that nothing they could offer smelled as pleasant as the princess. Upon being embraced and praised by the priest, Dakia felt

self-conscious, but at the same time flattered. The ninja leader in contrast became furious. He insisted that Marak was cornered and would not be able to defeat them alone. Marach however claimed not to care about the number of enemies as he would win regardless. In response to this provocation, the ninja leader ordered his men to kill the priest. Marach did not stand idly by. He invoked a sword with a chainsaw-shaped blade [music] and Advanced against the ninjas who became easy targets. Before they could react, Marac already had them under his control, eliminating them with extreme ease.

The ninja leader watched his men fall before his eyes, shocked and trembling in the priest's presence. [music] Marak approached him, stating that he had proven his words, as the outcome of that battle had been decided before it even began. Far from there, the entity known as Curiosid Contoscida Amused itself with its prey. The cultist leader expressing revulsion asked how long she had existed. Curiosidade Contoscida replied that she had been alive even before the creation of the first son of corruption. She then questioned if he was the priest of Agula de Costura, noting that the inside

of the cultist's head looked tattered, [music] which she deduced to be the work of his master. The cultist remained silent for a moment, but faced with Curiosidare Contoscida's insistence confirmed that he knew Agula de Costura. The demon then asked if his deity would join the festivities. [music] Witnessing an enormous power manifesting, Curiosidare Contoscida commented that the humans of that era without a doubt worked hard. She had previously wondered why some cultists were collecting the sacred relics that sealed the deity of corruption and now realized that their intention was to Bring the gods from heaven to

earth precisely to break the long maintained balance. Before her, the entity known as Agula de Costura manifested, ordering the demon to be silent as she no longer desired her provocations. The ninja leader remained in shock, witnessing the ease with which the protagonist had defeated his men. He then ordered the rest of the group to attack, reminding them that the priest was alone against many. The protagonist in turn informed Dakia that he would need her help for the next attack. In response, the princess unleashed a powerful fire magic and the protagonist immediately advanced amidst the flames.

[music] The hit ninjas remained motionless without reaction, but the protagonist remained unharmed. The flames did not affect him. Taking advantage of the enemy's vulnerability in the intense heat, he cut them down one by one with his sword. A final explosion cleared the way, and Soon the two were outside the cave. Relieved, Dakia declared that she never wanted to set foot in a place like that again. She then asked Marach if he had not been hurt by the fire and he assured her that he was fine. Returning the question to the princess, Dakia confirmed that she

was also unharmed, indicating that everything was well. However, the calm was short-lived. Soon after, they noticed someone approaching. One of the ninjas guarding the outside Fell inert before he could even react. The moment he collapsed, a new figure emerged. Both Marac and Princess Dakia were taken by surprise as the woman who had appeared exuded immense power. The protagonist instructed Dakia not to move and to keep her distance as [music] he recognized the imminent danger and decided to face the threat alone. On the other side, the priestess of Blue Flames was already preparing for combat, brandishing

her sword and awaiting her Opponent's approach. With a swift movement, she struck the protagonist squarely, disarming him. Worried, the princess cried out Marac's name, but he could not respond. The priestess of Blue Flames questioned if he truly believed he could defeat her. She added that even if she did not exert herself, victory would be impossible, as it was her destiny to defeat her soul and true disciple. A flashback transports us to the past. After Shantuk's death, the Protagonist had embarked on a journey to find the sacred relics that contained his mother's divinity. He finally found

one of them, but there was a problem. The relic was hidden inside the warehouse of the sacred flame sector. In a conversation with his mother, he asked for patience, [music] stating that he needed a solid plan before attempting to locate all the relics. At that time, his only ability was the line the living cannot cross. Marach knew that the Relic's guardian was a priestess of a much higher level than his own. Lost in his thoughts, Marach noticed a young woman approaching the river. He found it strange as no one else frequented that spot so early,

and the young woman's [music] beauty did not go unnoticed. To his surprise, she asked if he would have time to help her with something, promising a reward. Without hesitation, Marac promptly accepted even before she finished speaking. About half an hour Later, he had already washed the young woman's clothes. She then asked him to carry the basket inside. It was at that moment that Marach realized the truth. The person who had asked for his help was the guardian of the sacred relic herself. After paying him with a coin, the guardian asked if she could count on

his help again. Marac responded affirmatively and thus began a peculiar relationship between them, always involving dirty clothes. Daily she Appeared with more clothes, asking the protagonist to wash them [music] in exchange for a silver coin. However, after a few weeks, she stopped asking for help, claiming to be out of money. According to her, she had spent everything her predecessor had left and [music] now would have to wash the clothes herself. Marach, however, insisted that he would help her even without receiving anything in return. He stated that he had nothing to do and That it would

not be a problem. In his mind, Marach valued the fact that the young woman had never discriminated against him for being a stranger. Unlike other people. Furthermore, considering all the coins he had already received, he felt he owed a debt of gratitude. The guardian still wished to repay him. Instead of coins, she offered to teach him fencing. Marac accepted without hesitation. He [music] was terrible in combat, and his only advantage until Then was his good physical fitness. Thus, receiving fencing lessons from an expert was an unmissable opportunity. But already in the first lesson, he took

a strong blow to the face. Even [music] so, he did not give up learning. He believed that in that world, the specialist class represented close-range combatants of the highest caliber. A specialist was someone who mastered their martial arts and transcended the limits of a living being. There was only A handful of such individuals in an entire nation, and Master Priya was one of them. Predia's teaching method was simple and direct, focused on tireless training until perfection was achieved. After the first day of training, Prya asked the apprentice [music] to return the following day, but to

clean her house instead of doing laundry. Marac, feeling more at ease, seized the opportunity to ask if he could take a look at the relic storage room. Immediately, Priya inquired about his interest in the sacred relic. The protagonist replied that he was merely curious to know what a sacred relic looked like. Priya decided there would be no problem in showing it, but made it clear that it would be just that one time. Upon entering, Marac realized he genuinely did not know what the relic looked like. If he had been alone, he would not have been

able to distinguish it from the other artifacts. However, a Pang in his heart alerted him as soon as he came across a chalice. That then must have been the item he was so desperately searching for. Marak returned to his training, dedicating himself with fervor. However, he still received many attacks from his master. In a fit of rage, he tried to strike her. His emotions, however, blinded him to the point where Priya easily knocked him down. Pridia then declared that he had learned enough. Afterward, she withdrew From the area and asked her disciple to finish the

cleaning before her return. For 3 years, Marac lived with the master, tending to household tasks. He appreciated the freedom from worry regarding food and housing. However, Marac did not become a swordsman. Instead, he merely learned to survive. It reached a point where Marac concluded that he would learn nothing further if he remained there. He then decided to resume his primary mission to collect The relics and avenge Shantuks. Thus, [music] taking advantage of his master's absence, he stole the relic she guarded. He successfully extracted the divinity from the sacred relic. In doing so, he acquired the

authority of the giant of corruption. It was also during this period that his mother's voice began to manifest in his mind. Back in the [music] present, Marac questioned Predia about how she knew he was alive. Predia replied that she did not possess that Information. She commented that after enduring so much punishment for so long, her disciple had become more resilient and expressed satisfaction in finding him still alive. She added that she had spread wanted posters for Marac and had found him due to a perceived resemblance. Marac, for his part, noted the absence of any similarity

between him and the poorly drawn image, but decided to keep his opinion to himself. Regardless, Priia stated that she did Not care about Marach's true nature. What interested [music] her was her own ego. She expressed a desire to train him again until he became a specialist. Marach, however, asked how long it would take to achieve such mastery. [music] Prya revealed that she herself had trained without rest every day for approximately 30 years. However, she considered Marach quite talented, so he would probably need only 27 years of arduous work. Marak thought that with Such a slow

pace, all his primary missions would already be completed. Furthermore, unlike Predia, he did not consider himself a genius. The narrative then shifted to Carmen Valtus. Turdy, his companion, informed him that 24 allies remained. He warned, however, that three were gravely wounded and 11 had minor injuries. Carmen knew that 16 had already died and was certain that his brother would be disappointed with such an outcome. He concluded, Therefore, that he should have brought elite forces instead of common soldiers. Amidst these thoughts, Carmen perceived a tremor inside the cave. A creature emerged from nowhere. A giant crab

was approaching. Upon encountering the danger, Carmen assessed that although the monster was small compared to what he had already eradicated, it was still very similar. So he ordered Tury to flee immediately. He then asked Sajida to help him buy time so that all the Soldiers could escape quickly. [music] Sajida attacked the enemy, managing to strike it in the eye with a blade. He then launched into close quarters attacks and swiftly managed to pierce the monster. Carmen praised his companion's performance, and he himself did not hold back. He seized the advantage he was granted, attacking the

enemy's feet in an attempt to incapacitate it completely. To the royal army leader surprise, the monster began To regenerate. Not only that, it also grew in size. A considerable danger given they were inside a cave. Faced with this, Carmen ordered a retreat, aware of what could happen if they remained. However, the monster began to expand exponentially until it exploded. Shards spread everywhere, leaving only a crater where it had been. After the incident, the leader asked if Sajida was injured. However, he realized that his friend was unharmed. Sajida, without Hesitation, attacked again. [music] The monster, still

not defeated, was constantly under attack. Sajjida did not want to allow another explosion. But to his surprise, the monster pleaded not to be attacked anymore. It also cried out for the help of its beloved sewing needle. Immediately, several needles were thrown, capturing nearby ninjas. Not just the living ones, but also those who had already fallen. The monster used the needles to draw the bodies closer, Utilizing them for its self- regeneration. Faced with [music] this, Carmen Valtus considered that retreating would be more prudent than staying to fight. Then he and Sajida began to run. However, during

their escape, Sajida was hit in the heel by one of the needles. His friend, though, appeared to help him and cut the line that held him. The monster did not remain inert and began to destroy the cave around them, leaving the two friends on the verge of being Crushed by the debris. Carmen in turn tried to destroy the falling stones heading his way, but simultaneously several needles struck him. Thus, his escape attempt was thwarted. The explosion inside the cave was so intense that it was visible even from outside, catching the protagonist by surprise. He questioned

his master, Pridia, [music] asking if she would not check what was happening. Pridya, in turn, explained that she had encountered a certain man On the way, and believed she did not need to rush, as he would probably reach the location first. The mention of an unknown person piqued the protagonist's curiosity. Back inside the cave, Carmen screamed amidst the pain. However, in his moment of despair, a figure appeared to save him. Enthus, known as the black wolf, who quickly came to help his son. Carmen could barely believe his father's presence. Enthus asked if the young man

could walk. Upon hearing Carmen's Affirmative response, his father instructed him to flee as he himself would stay to defeat the monster once and for all. Immediately, Carmen moved away from the location, taking his friend with him. At that instant, a serpent demon appeared, demanding the return of the stolen item. The black wolf tried to understand what the creature meant. In any case, the serpent attacked the other monster, which was actually the twisted curiosity in its True angered form. Anths Valtus did not just stand by watching the two monsters fight. With a precise attack, he cut

the multi-headed creature and then moved towards the serpent. The latter in turn warned Enthus not to touch it, claiming that if he did, the item it possessed would break and could not be recovered afterward. Her words, however, were in vain. As Enthus Valtus was there precisely to defeat the monsters, he cut off all the serpents approaching heads. Trying to retreat, the larger serpent realized it was at a disadvantage. With the warrior in its path, it would not be able to retrieve its item. The twisted curiosity concluded that there was no alternative but to give up

and imagined that if Marac were there, it could ask for his help. Meanwhile, Enthus Valtus noticed someone approaching. Before he could do anything, he was struck by the priestess of blue flames. However, the blow was not enough to defeat him, and An intense fight began between the two. Facing his opponent, Enthus noticed that she possessed a very intense energy and realized that he would not be able to fight her in the same way he had fought the monsters. Priya immediately demonstrated her strength, throwing Enthus far away. The black wolf rose irritably and asked why the

priestess was acting that way. Priya explained that she was merely curious about the strength of the supposed best swordsmen In the region. Anthis argued that if that was the only reason, the fight could be postponed, as his current interest was to protect the capital from monsters. However, Pryia retorted that the main talent of the region's best swordsmen seemed to be talking rather than fighting. Hitting the Black Wolf's great ego with this provocation, she watched him immediately prepare for the duel. Predia obviously did not intend to go easy on her opponent. As soon as they Resumed

combat, the high energy generated by the fight could be seen from afar, impressing even the demon serpent. However, [music] the demon serpent soon realized that all of it was in fact a distraction. Then the protagonist appeared and asked what he should do. The [music] twisted curiosity thanked Marak in advance for his help, but he quickly said that he did not need thanks, only clear instructions. The creature then explained that a monster Had stolen a sacred relic, and inside it was something its daughter had left behind. Thus, it asked Marac to retrieve the item. Act two.

The protagonist was somewhat confused by the request, especially because the monster seemed like a mixture of all sorts of deities. [music] Nevertheless, Marac began to work, but soon realized that due to the creature's colossal size, finding the object would be difficult. The twisted curiosity tried to motivate him to Continue, but Marac declared that words of motivation would not make his task easier. It was at this moment that his mother appeared, offering to help him in the search. Marach upon meeting his mother asked if she would be able to locate the relic in her current form.

She confirmed that she would. Despite the affirmative answer, Marac warned her about the imminent dangers of the search. Even with the warnings, he could not dissuade her from the idea, but Asked that should the situation become too risky, she returned immediately to him. Meanwhile, the twisted curiosity, the demon serpent, still cried for help as it continued in fierce combat against the other monster. It strove to immobilize its adversary, hoping that this would facilitate the protagonist's search for the relic. However, Marac, despite all the serpent's efforts, sensed that the mission would not be simple. He kept

his mother safe amidst The turbulence of the confrontation. Soon, smaller monsters approached to attack them, but the protagonist defended himself with mastery. He fought against the enemies, ensuring his mother's protection. Noticing the increasing number of adversaries, Marac realized that he needed to intensify his attacks. With his energy aura amplified, he unleashed a power charged blow that discharged an immense energy blast. This devastating attack annihilated all the Monsters at once, leaving his mother deeply impressed. [music] During the chaos of battle, Marak's mother spotted the relic and informed her son that the artifact was located in the

monster's eye. Despite the joy of the discovery, Marak knew there was no time for celebration. He picked up a sword from the ground and hurled it at an approaching enemy, striking it down. Next, Marac informed Curiosade Contoscida about the relic's location. The demon serpent expressed its gratitude and declared that it would devour the monster, leaving intact only the part of its neck where the relic was found. It also reprimanded the cultist transformed into a monster, stating that he was just another human worshiping a weak deity and that it did not approve of his behavior. [music]

Returning to the protagonist, he ran with his mother to the location of the relic. There, Marac began to excavate the monster in Search of the artifact. It didn't take long for him to find the item, but something struck him as odd. There were no hands nearby. He wondered if this was due to the relic itself or another reason, but he had no time to delve deeper into the matter. Quickly, Marach informed the serpent that he had found the artifact. Curiosid Contoscida once again expressed its gratitude for the help and informed him that he could now

move away from the monster. The Protagonist then asked his mother to return to a safe shelter. As they moved away from the creature, Curiosidare Contorsa let out a defiant scream towards the sewing needle, asserting that as long as it lived, it would never respect such a weak deity. It also promised that it would get its revenge for what had happened. Afterward, the demon serpent devoured the rest of the fallen monster while Marach distanced himself from the danger, seeking to Leave the area. However, amidst this movement, some royal soldiers arrived at the arena and spotted the

demon serpent. Marac tried to hide from the soldiers as the last thing he needed was to attract more attention. Not far from there, Priya continued her intense struggle. She and the black wolf Enthus Valtus continued to clash and the battle between the two generated massive energy impacts that devastated the surrounding landscape. Suddenly, Priya ceased Combat. Her adversary questioned the reason for her cessation, and Priya explained that she had been fighting to destroy him, but that it was no longer necessary. Enthus Valtus in turn stated that she would have to take responsibility for her actions. The

priestess vehemently disagreed, claiming that she would never lose to him. At that moment, an ally of Enthus approached, informing him that he carried the tooth sharpener. With this Information, the Black Wolf ordered the soldier to arrest the priestess, but warned him about Priya's expert nature, advising him not to provoke her. The soldier then informed Priya about the arrest orders, accusing her of obstructing justice and threatening the kingdom. Aware of her strength, the soldier expressed hope that the priestess would cooperate with the arrest. However, [music] Pridia, instead of openly resisting, searched for an Item and handed

a paper to the soldier. Upon seeing the document's content, the soldier was completely surprised and speechless. Noticing the soldier's surprised reaction, Prya realized that she had shown her disciples drawing, not the true document. Quickly, she searched again and found the correct paper. The soldier examined the document and confirmed that it was an authorization of full privilege for the bearer. This meant that regardless of her actions, The priestess could not be punished. He verified the papers's authenticity by the royal seal. But the only thing that puzzled him was how Pretty had obtained such authorization. Pretty explained

that some time ago, she had defeated a dangerous cultist and received that document as a gift from the king himself. Even without understanding its exact utility at the time, she accepted the gift as she had been proclaimed the kingdom's savior. Now with the matter Resolved, Predia stated that she needed to leave as she had other matters to attend to. Far from there, Marne ran through the arena's corridors seeking distance from the royal soldiers. In the midst of his escape, he noticed someone approaching. The next instant, he was surprised by a warm embrace from Curiosid Contosa,

who thanked him once again for his help. In a very intimate manner, it was preparing to reward him and would have done so had the Protagonist's mother not interrupted the moment. However, Curiosidari Contoscida showed no irritation, but rather joy as the mother had also contributed to the mission's success with great emotion and gratitude. It embraced the child. Shortly after, the twisted curiosity served tea and biscuits to the two. Now that they were safe from danger, she wished to thank them properly. Marac, however, felt nothing special upon tasting the food, even with his host Doing everything

to please him. His mother, on the other hand, had a completely different reaction. Upon trying the biscuits, she felt as if she were flying among the clouds. Such was her satisfaction. On behalf of his mother, Marne thanked her for the meal. Without beating around the bush, he handed the recovered relic to its rightful owner and then asked about the twisted curiosity's daughter. In response, she revealed that her daughter Had died a long time ago. However, she told Mar that he did not need to feel bad about it, as her daughter was a human who lived

during the era of the ancient Empire, and it would be strange if she were still alive after all this time. The protagonist then asked if she had been married. The twisted curiosity explained that she had not because when she took on that body, she was already pregnant. She then opened a chest, mentioning that she had never shown its Contents to anyone else. Inside the box, there were only a few simple items and a child's drawing. She explained that upon assuming human bodies, demons generally avoid having children, as their goals focus on enjoying the world's pleasures

to the fullest. [music] But when she gave birth to her child, she developed a very strong attachment to her. It wasn't long, however, before this joy turned into sadness. She knew that unlike herself, her daughter would enjoy very Little of life, for she was not immortal like her mother. Marac asked why she chose to give birth. [music] The twisted curiosity confessed that she was curious to be a mother, and she was not the first of her kind to do so. After the birth, she named her daughter Sillin. The twisted curiosity also revealed that the sword

Marac used on the day they met was made by Sillin. She had not mentioned this before so as not to seem like she was boasting. Since [music] the Topic had come up, she asked to see the sword again. Marach then revealed the item. The twisted curiosity pronounced some magical words and the sword immediately began to glow. At that, a message appeared to Marac informing him that the weapon was the sixth creation of the best blacksmith in the entire empire. Marac was curious to know more details about the weapon, but even the twisted curiosity did not

know them. However, considering that her daughter Had created the sword, she imagined that the weapon might be interconnected with other creations of Sillin. After all, her daughter had always been fascinated by things that transformed. Realizing that the twisted curiosity kept everything related to her daughter, Marac supposed that she would also like to keep the sword. She agreed, but emphasized that the most important thing was what her daughter had left especially for her. The other things Salon made were created for other people to use. Therefore, if she had these items, the twisted curiosity would not use

them for fear of breaking them. At the same time, she knew that her daughter would not wish for her creations to be stored away in Depot. Seeing that Marach's mother was showing some boredom, the twisted curiosity asked if she needed anything, Marac replied that his mother would like more biscuits if possible. So, the host Informed them that if she opened the second drawer on the left in the kitchen, she would find the biscuits she desired. Without hesitation, the little one immediately went in search of the food. Alone with Marne, the twisted curiosity expressed her desire

to thank him for recovering her most precious possession. She then asked if in his mother's absence, he would like to receive proper treatment. Embarrassed, the protagonist [music] politely Rejected the offer and warned the twisted curiosity not to propose something like that in front of his mother. She explained that last time she was just joking, but had thought better of the situation and said that if he changed his mind, he could inform her at any time. Since Marac refused that reward, the twisted curiosity asked if he had another prize in mind. At that very moment, his

mother appeared and stated that the most appropriate reward Would be in gold coins and biscuits. The twisted curiosity appreciated the mother's frankness. However, she presented a problem regarding the request. After all, to repair the underground arena, she would have to spend a lot. Furthermore, she preferred not to give money to her saviors, fearing that they would simply disappear afterward. Instead, she would like to accompany them and join the group on their next adventures. Despite not Liking battles very much, she was sure that a river of blood would follow Marak regardless of the path he chose

to take. But so as not to leave him empty-handed, the twisted curiosity said she had something in mind and asked him to wait a moment. Upon returning to the living room, she presented an item she had long tried to sell, but which she now gave to Marac for free. The protagonist realized it was a key to the ancient ruins. The twisted curiosity stated that this Should be an appropriate reward as the ruin locked by that key contained another creation of her daughter and might interest him. Sometime later, Marach was preparing to leave. The twisted curiosity

handed him a bag filled with biscuits and other essential supplies for his journey. Marak took the bag, thanking her for the gesture. Before saying goodbye, he asked if their paths would cross again in the future. She explained that due to their last Interaction, her eye was partially dysfunctional. For this reason, she would stay away from the capital for a while, which meant that this was in fact a goodbye. The twisted curiosity advised Marac to continue taking good care of his mother, ensuring that she always had a beautiful smile on her face. The protagonist thanked her

for the advice and said goodbye. With Marak's departure, the twisted curiosity reflected that the item from the ruins Would certainly be useful to him. She thought that if the mother of corruption recovered her divine powers, all other deities would pay the price, especially the one who had harmed her daughter, the sewing needle. Not long after, Marac re-enounted Dakia. He questioned her if her master had appeared looking for him. The princess replied that she had not seen her since their last meeting, but informed him that Carmen and Sajitta were nearby. Marach then asked about the Condition

of his friends. The Kia explained that they did not seem very well and that the treatment was not having the desired effect. Upon hearing the news, Marach decided to visit them immediately and soon re-encountered his companions. Carmen showed joy upon seeing him, and Marack noticed that despite what he had heard, his friend did not appear to be so bad. Carmen downplayed his injury, saying it was something a healing priest could Resolve. However, he mentioned that the real problem was Sajitta. Saja in turn denied the severity, stating that she had not suffered anything serious and also

only needed a priest. Marach asked to see Carmen's injury and as he suspected realized it was not a common lesion. It involved evil gods magic which explained why no healing method had worked until then. Marac believed that his mother could resolve the situation by absorbing the divinity from The relic. However, such a procedure could not be performed in the capital as it would leave them exposed. There was then no other alternative but to head straight for the ruins. as the ruins were located in an isolated region manifesting a divine power there would not pose any

problem. In the meantime, Carmen revealed that the malignant divine powers present in his wounds seemed to be weakening as they had been told by the priest who had visited them Last time. However, the priest also warned that the complete eradication of the evil would take a considerable amount of time. Marach asked what the estimate would be. Carmen explained that at a minimum it would be a few months but it could stretch into years. Arath Gratada interjected stating that Carmen was being optimistic as the priest had indicated the wait could be much longer. Even so, she

was looking for someone who could accelerate the process. Carmen Regretted the outcome of the situation and the fact that he could not continue escorting the princess as he needed to recover first. Dakia asked them not to worry about her, focusing solely on their own recovery. Marak announced that he would be absent from the capital for a few days. He had a method to heal his friends and wanted to pursue it as soon as possible. The princess showed curiosity, but Marac said he would tell her the details later. Carmen thanked Him, but expressed feeling bad that

Marach had to go so far just to help them. Still, Marac insisted on offering his help. Faced with this, Carmen asked to speak with his friend in private as he had something important to say. Thus, Arath and Dakia left the two young men alone. Carmen then stated that there was no one with a heart as noble as the princess's, wishing his friend would seize the opportunity, as it was evident the princess liked him. Sajjida in turn Commented that due to their behavior, he and Marak had presumed that Marac and Dakia were already a couple. The

protagonist claimed that nothing romantic was happening between him and the princess. He felt that his own mother would be annoyed to hear that and would demand an explanation. In any case, Carmen encouraged him to try something with the princess, believing they would make a beautiful couple. Marach felt too embarrassed to refute The argument. Instead, [music] he said goodbye to his friends and departed for his next journey. The Kia after hearing Marak's plan, insisted on accompanying him. Although she considered the journey to such a dangerous place a bad idea, the princess trusted that by Marak's side,

everything would turn out all right. Thus, the two arrived at the inn where they were staying and encountered Pridia. The priestess informed Marach that he was late as she had been waiting For him and now invited him to sit at her table. Dakia, however, also decided to sit down, which visibly embarrassed Pridya. Marac commented that his master had arrived later than he expected. She explained that she needed to pass through the palace as the queen of the north had a favor to ask. [music] Pridia said that evil worshippers were acting uncontrollably in the northern region

of the capital and the queen had politely requested the priestess's help. For this Reason, she requested that Marne go to her room to prepare for their departure together to Eagler. To her surprise, the protagonist declared that he could not do that. That was a direction opposite to his destination and he had a very important mission that he could not ignore. Prya questioned if he would do that even after all the difficulty and embarrassment she had faced to fulfill what he had asked. Marach remained firm reiterating that he could not help her. With that, Predia began

to cry, asking how he could do that to her. Priya cried, asserting that she had tried her utmost to please her only disciple. Marach, however, declared that he would not fall for that again, aware of Priya's ability to act very well when she wished. The priestess then said that feminine tears were her greatest weapon. The protagonist, knowing her well, instructed Priya to place her hands on the table, warning that if she tried to Knock him out and take him by force, he would not forgive her. Predia assured him that she would not consider such a

violent method. But Marac knew perfectly well that she had considered that option. In any case, Marac reaffirmed his decision. He said that he could not accompany her on her journey as he already had his own mission to fulfill, but promised that once he finished what he needed to do, he would find her. Faced with this, Predia released him, Claiming that as his master, she was showing mercy. She stated that she would wait for his return so they could then proceed together on the mission, but hoped he would be strong enough not to be defeated along

the way. To find out if Marak was capable, Prya decided to test his current strength. She mentioned that the inn had a spacious yard and then ordered her disciple to take up his sword and accompany her immediately. Once outside, Priya explained that the Conditions were simple. She would use only a fraction of her strength to match Marac. But he, however, should use all his strength to defeat her. The protagonist pondered that things would become very complicated if he used his unique abilities at that moment. So, he decided to fight solely with his brute force. He

thought that his master always struck him on the chin when defending his attacks, but unlike before, she did not. Priya intended to test his strength [music] and did not want to knock him out immediately. With that, the two began fighting with their swords. While Marac used all his strength, his master fought as if she were playing until she disarmed him. With that, Pridia asked what her disciple considered to be the most important factor for someone to become an expert. Marach responded that it was sword skill refined to the maximum combined with a body trained to

its limit. However, Pritia said that These were only the basic requirements and struck him. The priestess stated that if that were enough for someone to become an expert, she herself would have become one just 5 years after picking up a sword. The protagonist commented that sometimes his master was quite arrogant. In her defense, she claimed she had said nothing but the truth. Soon after, Priya said that the correct answer would be the mind. Seeing her disciples confused face, she joked that he looked more Handsome when he did not understand something. She explained that an expert

had the ability to imbue any sword with their will. So even if others considered themselves invincible, the expert could defeat them. But for that, the apprentice's mind needed to be completely devoted to their objectives. Contrary to this, Predia observed that her disciple appeared to be obsessively dependent on something. Then she asked him what it was. Marac thought that he Could not answer that question. After all, a priestess like her would not like to know that she had a disciple who served a malignant deity. Furthermore, every time he was reborn, his dependence on that authority grew.

Noticing her disciples reaction, Priya realized that Marac knew exactly what she was talking about. She claimed to be happy to have found him again, but confessed that her heart went cold the moment their swords crossed. Marak asked if this was due to Him being far from an expert. Predia responded that it was more like a mother's heart. For her, it was as if she had raised a child with all her effort only to lose him in the end to a serpent or something similar. The protagonist commented that that analogy was quite specific. His [music] master

said that as long as he was dependent on someone other than her, she could not have him completely and would only become frustrated trying to separate him From that being as she did not want to see him hurt. Priya affirmed that she would not attempt anything against his will. However, she asked her disciple to carry something with him, an ancient relic she had taken from the sacred flame sector. Priya explained that the black ring people could always approach wherever the white ring user was. Marne agreed to use the item, but had a question. He asked

how his master was an expert and a priestess at the same time. She responded that it was not possible to become a priestess merely through faith. As for that, one needed to have that authority granted by a deity. She claimed that even experts viewed gods as a kind of objective as they were not influenced by deep emotions related to the deities they worshiped. In this same way, she managed to consider Marac her disciple, even after seeing him use the power of a malignant deity. For this reason, [music] Pritia affirmed that her Disciple should transform into

an expert since through that he would become capable of differentiating real emotions from emotions planted by deities. Surprised, the protagonist asked if she knew about his worship of the malignant deity all along. Priya responded that she was not an idiot. In that case, the protagonist asked why instead of him, his master had not chosen someone more talented to have as a disciple. Pry said that she was raised to be the sword of The sacred flame sector and without realizing it ended up alone until she met Marac. The happiness she felt during the three years they

spent together was much greater than she had felt in her entire life and the pain of losing him was even greater. Therefore, she claimed she could not go back to the old days without him around. That was why she needed him back because she considered him important to her life. Only when she was near Marak did she truly feel happy. Far from there, in the corridors of the demon arena, the elf's servant was saying that the headquarters was a mess due to the ninjas having ruined the plan to abduct the princess. But the ninjas in

turn were saying that it was all the little man's fault and wanted revenge against him. With that, the servant began running from the danger and pleaded for someone to save him. Amid his escape, an explosion occurred. Startled, he decided to check what had Caused it and encountered the elf using his dragon powers. The servant did not understand why the elf had appeared to save him [music] until the elf himself said he was not there for no reason. But now he ordered him not to stand still and to follow him, otherwise he would leave him behind.

The little one immediately regretted all the bad things he had ever thought about the elf after all. He had escaped death thanks to his boss. However, the elven prince quickly Warned that he did not wish to be flattered because of it. Sometime later, Marac arrived at the coordinates of the ruins entrance. Upon spotting some men guarding the location, Princess Dakia asked if they were bandits. Marac considered the possibility, but admitted there was no way to be certain. She then suggested destroying them with fire, but Marac argued that this could cause a forest fire. Opting for

a more peaceful approach, he decided to try to resolve The situation through dialogue, making it clear, however, that if there were any problems, Dia could use her magic to defend him. Next, Marac approached the guards. He introduced himself as a priest of [music] preservation, explaining that he was there to deal with the mountain bandits in the area. The leader of the guards demanded that he hand over his weapons to enter, but Marac refused, stating that he would not do so without being sure they were truly Bandits. In response, the guard ordered him to step away

and prohibited his entry. Marach, in turn, observed that the guard was a mage and asked him to bring someone more reasonable to talk to. [music] Irritated, the guard attempted to attack him, but was immediately disarmed by Marac. Princess Tea observed everything from a distance. Immediately afterward, she manifested, invoking a magical storm and declaring that she would attack anyone who Appeared with her lightning. Marak, however, questioned the reason for such an action. Dakia explained that he had attacked the guard and she had deduced that a [music] fight was beginning. Marak, however, claimed that it was all

just a misunderstanding. Before he could explain himself, a person emerged, exclaiming that it was finally raining and that it would now be possible to collect water. Upon seeing the strangers, the newcomer asked who they Were. Marak introduced himself as a servant of the goddess of preservation and then introduced [music] Dakia Reml, the daughter of the young smiling master. The woman recognized the princess and introduced herself as Foserina. Fosserina was the captain of the royal archaeological team, and she expressed enthusiasm for finally speaking with the princess in person. She mentioned that her mages were not very

proficient with water magic and so She was very pleased that someone had managed to bring rain to that dry land. Dia was glad to have helped in some way. The captain apologized on behalf of the guard who attacked them and added that he was lucky to be a mage as otherwise he would have already been fired. Fosserina also revealed that the excavation of ancient ruin sites was an absolute secret and asked how they had discovered the location. Marac explained that the key to the place had indicated The location. Excited to learn they possessed the key.

[music] Fosserina asked if she could also enter. Marak stated that this would not be possible. Nevertheless, the captain insisted that she did not need to enter with them, only asked for the opportunity to visit the site after they finished their tasks. She then asked what the priest's knowledge of that place was. Marach replied that he knew as much as a common person. Foserina explained that the Ruins of the ancient empire were generally categorized into two types. One type was sealed within an isolated space, accessible only with a key. The other in turn was buried underground

and the royal archaeological team's objective was to excavate the latter. Marne expressed surprise, but Foserina clarified that her team was merely curious about the relationship between the two ruins and stated that they were not interested in any buried or trapped Items. Given this, Marac accepted her company. For now, he requested shelter so they could rest. Additionally, he asked if more people from headquarters would be arriving. Foserina assured him that he did not need to worry as the entire team consisted of royal archaeologists. Marak observed that they did not seem to be in great numbers. The

captain claimed that they were not an organization with many resources and that buried ruins were generally in poor Condition and scarce. Therefore, Marac concluded that they likely would not have problems. Next, Dakia used the key to open the cave entrance portal. Excited, Foserina eagerly awaited to discover what lay on the other side. Marach was the first to interact with the portal and did not take long to enter. Immediately afterward, Dakia also entered, marveling at the beauty of the place. Marak agreed, but reminded her that they needed to work in addition to Admiring the view. Next,

he took his mother's earrings. Upon wearing them inside the location, he began to accumulate aura until finally a relic manifested. Marak realized that this was an authority that would enable even more powerful attacks. It was the sword of corruption capable of consuming everything it touched. It did not take long for him to comprehend its true meaning. After all, he himself was starting to be consumed by the weapon. In this case, Marac questioned how he could use such a dangerous weapon. After some time, the princess expressed her concern for Marac, even though he assured her he

was perfectly fine. His mother, also apprehensive, shared the same uneasiness. Determined, she left the safe spot and went to meet Marac. As he saw her approach, Marach noticed a remarkable change. His mother seemed to have grown in stature. He then reassured her, stating that he felt no pain. Dakia Had an idea and suggested that Marach's mother wield the sword in hisstead. The princess argued that being a divinity, his mother should not be consumed by the blad's power. Marak, however, did not approve of the proposal. Unsure if his mother would truly be immune to the sword's

effects. His mother, insistent on helping, convinced him to perform a preliminary test. With his powers, he raised the sword and then handed it into his mother's hands. Contrary to all Expectations, Marach's mother also began to be corroded by the blade. In an instinctive act, she hurled the sword away, expressing that she felt an intense pain different from what Marac had felt. Marach, in turn, desperately tried to find a way to help her. Tea, observing the scene, noticed something unusual. Marac asked what she meant by that. The princess explained that the mother of corruption should not

be harmed by her own inherent authority. This observation irritated Marac's mother, who to everyone's surprise, pronounced a word different from her usual mantra. Marach pondered that perhaps this occurred because she had not yet fully recovered her divinity. More than that, he was deeply moved to hear his mother say something different from the word kill. She herself, who had not noticed the singularity of the moment, also rejoiced at the discovery. Marak asked his mother not to worry too Much about it, as her mere presence already made him feel stronger. Dakia realizing that both Marac and his

mother had already recovered from their injuries suggested that they proceed with the mission. Marach then decided to try and call for reinforcements. He had not seen the giant for some time and hoped that his ally was well. After the greetings, Marach asked the giant to try wielding the sword. The giant obeyed the order. However, just like the others, he Felt his hand begin to corrode. Quickly, he dropped the blade, which had also severely wounded him. Marach apologized for what happened, realizing that the problem with the sword was far more serious than he had imagined. He

then decided that it was time to enter the ruins. He asked the giant to go first, preferring to merely observe for now. Since none of them could detect traps, putting the giant in the lead was the most sensible option. It wasn't long Before some enemies appeared. Upon seeing the giant destroying everything around, the opponents decided to face him. The Kia asked if she should use magic to help. Marac, however, stated that it was not necessary for now as the enemies seemed to be immune to magic. The giant continued to fight bravely. Discontent with the numerical

disadvantage, he intensified his attacks, taking the opportunity to deliver blows with all his might. While Watching, the mother of corruption cheered for him with the enthusiasm of a cheerleader. Marak also praised his allies performance, commenting that strengthening him had been worthwhile. Sometime later, Marac handed an energy core to his mother. She managed to manipulate the item to her advantage and through it extracted divinity. Marach then affirmed that she was strong enough to be considered a goddess now for she had managed to unify all divinities into A single essence. Upon seeing their excitement with the achievement,

the princess praised the chemistry and synergy they demonstrated. Dakia questioned if one day she would be able to have the same kind of connection with Marac. Marach in turn replied that he believed they already possessed that connection, asking if he was the only one to think that way. Dakia was caught by surprise by the answer, not knowing how to react. Fortunately for her, the Giant ended up interrupting the moment. Meanwhile, Marak thought of using the 10,000 divinity to reinforce a necessary authority. In certain situations, he could not allow an authority like the sword of corruption

to emerge at a moment of urgency. With this conclusion in mind, he asked his mother to return to the safe place. As they advanced through the dungeon corridors, the allied giant suddenly encountered a new enemy. This one, however, was not as Weak as the previous ones, striking the giant and throwing him to the other side of the arena. Quickly, Marac protected the princess as a great impact almost hit them. He was caught by surprise by the unexpected attack. Soon, he noticed that the enemy was a robot programmed to eliminate intruders. Marak realized that he could

not stand still and invoked his corruption magic. Before advancing, he asked the princess to hold on to him as he planned to run at maximum speed. He Wanted to get away from the danger and ensure Dakia's safety. Meanwhile, the giant attacked the robot, opening a gap for the protagonist and Princess Dakia to escape. Dakia, however, questioned if they should leave their ally behind. Marak assured her that the giant would return on his own once he finished distracting the enemy. After running for some time, the two finally reached the correct door, but upon opening it, they

were met with an unpleasant surprise. More enemy robots awaited them on the other side. Programmed to eliminate intruders, just like the previous one, the Kia quickly prepared to attack with her fire magic. Marac realized that the enemies would not give them a moment's respit and instructed the princess to take care of the right side while he would handle the other. It did not take long for them to defeat all the enemies. Dakia then asked Marak what he thought of her performance. The protagonist Praised her but suggested they rest a little as she had used a

lot of magic during the combat. However, the robot that had been fighting the giant approached, abruptly, interrupting their moment of rest. Furthermore, it revealed it possessed heavy artillery. Marach quickly realized that the only alternative was to dodge the shots to protect the princess. He [music] knew he could not fight and protect her at the same time, especially upon seeing the Damage the enemy was already causing to the environment. It was then that Marach noticed the robot had run out of ammunition. Instead of attacking, he decided it would be best to flee. But in the middle

of their run, he realized that the robot was collecting the capsules from its shots, transforming them back into ammunition. Desperate, Dakia questioned what they would do against the enemy. Marak, in turn, asked if she could hit the adversar's weapon With her magic. He explained that as soon as the robot was about to fire, the princess could strike the weapon to incapacitate it. Even feeling insecure, Deia promised to try. She waited for Marak's signal and at the right moment unleashed a fire shot against the robot, directly hitting the enemy's weapon. This generated an explosion that struck

the ceiling, leaving everything on the verge of collapsing. Still, Marac praised the princess's performance, Knowing she liked to be recognized. Immediately afterward, he began to run away from the danger. Amidst their escape, he thought that Dakia was probably low on mana and needed to rest to be able to attack again. After running for a while, they reached another door. The protagonist tried to open it with brute force, [music] but the door did not even budge, leaving him irritated. He told the princess that this was the right door, but that he Would need cover while he

tried to open it. Marak knew time was short as the robot would reappear soon. He then used his chainsaw sword, attempting to cut the door in half, but without any satisfactory result. His system alerted him that he would not be able to get through by using shortcuts. Given this, he understood that he would have to defeat the robot if he wanted to proceed. Immediately afterward, the enemy reappeared. Marak then instructed Dakia to do exactly as he told her from that point on. He guaranteed that this would be their last fight and asked her to just

hold on a little longer. The protagonist noticed that the robot was trying to retrieve its ammunition again and quickly moved to stop it before the enemy succeeded. [music] Next, he ordered Dakia to attack. The princess gathered her strength and once more prepared a fire attack, throwing the explosive ball toward the enemy. But Immediately afterward, she lost her strength and fell to her knees. Marac realized that this was the last spell the princess could use. Therefore, the rest of the battle would be up to him. His only alternative was to use the sword of corruption. Even

aware of the risks, he decided to try anyway. As soon as it was [music] hit, the robot began to corrode. Not just it, but both of the protagonist hands as well. Marac realized that the corruption was more Intense than last time, and this was not a good sign, as he might not be able to keep the sword embedded in the enemy long enough. Even so, Marac was willing to sacrifice himself. However, having lost both hands, he could no longer hold the sword. But immediately, his mother appeared to help and with both hands held the sword

firm. Marak could barely stand at this point, but he realized that his mother had arrived just in time. Dia, also quite weak, could barely Stay awake, but she managed to see that the robot was finally falling. After the enemy was corrupted, Marac collapsed amidst the rubble. His mother, however, ran to him as [music] she did not want to see him get hurt again. Marach awoke after a period of unconsciousness. His first concern was for his mother. However, upon seeing her, he realized that she was not only well, but in excellent form. Marach understood that his

mother had removed them, him and Dakia, from the danger zone, and he thanked her. His mother, full of self-admiration, celebrated her own performance, considering it impressive, Marak acknowledged that without her help, he would not have been able to defeat the robot. Amidst this celebration, Tequia woke up and confused, asked if she was still alive. Marac reassured her, stating that she was, and that after a brief rest, she would be ready to get up. After all, They had finally reached their destination. Before the door, an automated system asked them what the eternally enchanting thing would be.

Tea commented that it seemed like an enigma. Marac, in turn, observed that the daughter of Curiosity contorted was quite similar to her mother and promptly declared that the answer was Alicia. Immediately, the door opens. As they enter, Sillin greets them via a hologram. She introduces herself as the Empire's finest blacksmith. Marach thinks about how impressive the girl was. Having created a robot with a machine gun and even a hologram of herself, he wonders what kind of place the ancient empire was. Sillin invites them in and praises them for overcoming her guardian. At that, Dakia inquires

how Marac knew the answer to the Enigma, but Sillin herself promptly answers the question. She explains that Alicia was her mother's name. Since they had Entered with her key, it was expected that they would also know her name, otherwise she could not allow anyone entry. Marne then realizes how serious it would have been if he had gotten the answer wrong. In any case, realizes that the journey there had been arduous for them. She offers them a moment to rest. Sometime later, Marac dedicates himself to caring for his mother. Dakia appears, commenting that he had gotten

out of the shower very quickly. Unlike him, the Princess wanted to make the most of it, feeling as though she had washed away all her tiredness. Marac says that he enjoyed it in his own way and asks if she managed to use all the showers functions. The princess replies that despite never having used anything like it before, the explanations about the mechanisms were quite detailed. Her clothes were washed while she showered, and she feels that her resentment towards Sillin had diminished by half. Speaking of her, Sillin appears shortly after, asking if they [music] had rested

well. She brought with her the items they had dropped along the way. Marach no longer even remembered this. Reveals that she had even repaired what was damaged. Marak thought that the ring he had received from his master had been destroyed along with his hand and is relieved to learn that the item had not been lost as that would make Priya angry. Selin then says that she would Take them to the item they were looking for. Shortly after, Dakia is impressed by the site. She notices an immense underground space, something she had never imagined seeing. Silon

in turn asks which of the two would take her number one piece. At that Marak's mother manifests herself. Sylon finally sees her realizing that there were actually three people there. Marach however answers the question stating that he himself would take the item. Sillon Comments that it would not be fair to leave the others empty-handed and decides to create an item for the two of them as a reward. Next, [music] she guides Marac to the item room. Inside, she says that was the last piece she had created. She then instructs Marach to use the item on

his dominant hand. Marach takes the bracelet and puts it on his right arm. He realizes that the item automatically adjusts to the user's physique. In addition, he notices the Presence of a system in the bracelet. Reassures him, telling him not to be afraid as the system was merely registering the user. She also instructs him to shout the word activate and then press the button. Marac asks if he really needed to shout. She confirms and Marac does as son instructed. And after uttering the word activate, the bracelet takes on a different form, covering his entire arm

with a kind of armor. Sylon in turn begins to laugh. She reveals That she had been joking about him having to shout and advises that next time simply pressing the button would activate the item. Realizing that he had become nervous, Salon apologizes for the prank. She then says that she would explain how the item worked and asks Marac to extend his right fist forward. for the item reacted to its user's brain waves. [music] So, he only needed to think of attacking for the item to do the rest of the work. At that, Marac imagines a

cannon firing through his hand, and it does not take long for the item to respond to his commands. Subsequently, the bracelet fires, leaving Marac truly impressed as the shot causes an enormous explosion. Salon explains that it was a kind of special mana cannon. Despite its strength, the cannon was not very effective in long-range battles as its ammunition was not physical, but at close range, it caused great damage. The Energy used to recharge it was the mana present in the atmosphere, so the user did not need to worry about running out of ammunition. However, it could

fire three shots at a time, but it took about 20 minutes to recharge, thus requiring good management of shots. Sillin also comments that if Marac had any other of her items, he could try combining it with the bracelet, and something interesting would happen. Marach then reveals that he possessed the sword. He Promptly combines the weapon with the bracelet, but is surprised when the sword simply vanishes. He realizes, however, that the sword had actually combined with the bracelet, and apparently now he could use the blade directly from his hand. Upon deciding to test it, Marac is

surprised. Perceives that he liked it and explains that the bracelet was the fruit of her efforts to combine divinity and mana. Marac says that it was incredible and she agrees. She also explains that the item was not indestructible, but [music] the user did not need to worry about repairs or anything similar as the bracelet itself regenerated. Upon hearing this, Marac has an idea. He then decides to wield the sword of corruption with his gauntlet. At that, he realizes that unlike before, he was not getting hurt as the gauntlet generated by the bracelet was absorbing all

the sword's damage. Marak's system emits a crucial Alert. He has only 70 seconds before restoration becomes impossible. Marne understands that although he can now wield the powerful sword of corruption, its usage time is strictly limited. Even so, a feeling of satisfaction fills him upon knowing that he will have this weapon at his disposal in the future. Shortly after, he leaves the testing room. Dakia, curious, inquires what he had obtained. Marak reveals that he had obtained a bracelet capable of Transforming into armor and then turns the question to the two women, wanting to know about their

achievements. The princess challenges him to guess. Marac soon notices a new adornment on Dakia's neck, which visibly satisfies her. She explains that the item helps her control her mana, similar to the ring she possessed before. The big difference, however, is that this accessory imposes no mana limits, being, according to her, much superior. Furthermore, when Activated, it behaves like a mask, covering her face and conferring a unique style. Next, Marac's mother also hastens to show her reward. She asks Marac to observe her left hand. He realizes that his mother had received a ring identical to his.

Thus, both could now track each other's location. The item also offered barrier protection once a day if necessary. Marac also notices that his mother, apparently with a certain jealousy for not having Received a ring before, had asked Sillin to build one for her. In any case, he loved the new item. Selin announces that now that everyone had their rewards, they could choose between leaving or staying a little longer. The princess quickly expresses the desire to leave, stating that she had already rested enough. Marach agrees and decides that they would depart. Salon then expresses the desire

to keep the entrance key. Marac remembers the promise made to the Leader of the archaeology team to take her to see the place. However, not wanting to displease Salon, he considers that it would be better to fulfill her request. Dakia, understanding, hands over the key. Next, Salon bids them farewell. Suddenly, a giant hand materializes and pushes the visitors into a magical portal. Finally, Sillin says that if they collected all her items, something interesting would happen. She then wishes Marach's success On his [music] journey. With that final push, the hand hurls them out of the dungeon.

Marac did not expect his exit to be like that. Dakia also shows surprise. After all, son had created a portal just to expel them. Next, she asks if the priest also smelled blood. Marach replies only that he intended to greet those people very thoroughly. The scene then shifts to Foserena and her team. They were running, fleeing from enemies when they suddenly found Themselves in a dead end. To make matters worse, they realized they had been ambushed by a swarm of giant bats. No one understood how those monsters had appeared out of nowhere. Regardless, Fosserina knew

that the fight for survival was inevitable. She asked where Thron was. One of her companions replied that he had gone ahead. Foserina then instructed her companion to tell Thran that if he wanted to live, he had better use his magic to find what they were Looking for. When questioned, she simply ordered the message to be delivered. Fosserina decided to stay behind, facing the bats, [music] stating that it was her job. Soon, a swarm of bats approached, and Foserina attacked them with her giant hammer. Shortly after, someone approached, noticing some slain bats and identifying them as

belonging to the one-horned tribe. However, another individual interrupted, saying that it did not Matter as he wanted to leave before more of his bats died. [music] Foserina approached, declaring that they did not have permission to leave. Immediately after, a female enemy approached her, stating that she did not need her permission. Foserina tried to counterattack, but her opponent defended with ease. The adversary commented sarcastically that she was almost hurt by the attack. Foserina replied that was precisely her intention and attacked [music] again, but the shadowy being of the cave intervened, calling Foserina irritating. He used his

magic to bind her and then asked about the relic. However, the stone enemy noticed someone approaching and noted that the owner of the bats had just been attacked. At that, [music] Marac appeared facing his next adversaries. The shadowy being tried to use his magic against him, but nothing could restrain Marac. Perceiving the danger, the stone enemy held Foserina hostage. This, however, did not prevent Marac from approaching. She soon realized he possessed divine power, but before she could react, Marac destroyed her with a single attack. Seeing that left the shadowy being deeply frightened. Marac faced the

enemy directly and asked how many of them were still alive. Perceiving the imminent threat, the enemy acted first, using his [music] powers to try and trap Marac in rocks. However, he quickly realized that This tactic would not be enough. As Marac used his saw to escape with ease. Impressed by the power displayed, the adversary questioned Marak's identity. At that instant, the narrative transported us to a flashback, revealing the moment when four falling stars descended upon the earth. For some, this event was interpreted as the beginning of a holy war where those who followed the will

of the heavens would align themselves with the fallen gods, serving Them as guides on earth and believing they were fulfilling a divine mission. The four stars then gathered warriors destined to carry out this celestial will. One of them asked if they would have the necessary strength to serve the fallen gods. Promptly, one of the deities replied that the only respect to be paid to them would be death and ordered them not to question their determinations, stating they must obey without hesitation as it would be for Their own good. Immediately after, the star that had descended

from the heavens christened the gathered group of warriors as the annihilation crusade. Returning to the present, Marac confronted the enemy, asking how many of the crusaders were still alive. The adversary refused to answer and tried to attack, but Marac grabbed him by the neck, making it clear that he was not joking. The enemy in turn inquired why he should give any answer. In Retaliation, he received a blow to the abdomen, realizing that his refusal would only worsen the situation. At this, [music] he revealed the existence of another group besides his own and offered to guide

Marak to them. However, Marak showed no interest and silenced his opponent once and for all. At that moment, the stonewoman reappeared, promising to teach him a lesson. Marak did not hesitate, using the sword of corruption against the enemy, who was Quickly annihilated. Marach then declared that it was a perfect elimination and now wondered who his next target would be. Next, Foserina asked for help to get up. She did not recognize Marac due to his drastically altered appearance, but found him quite impressive and decided to ask who he was. Marac introduced himself as an executioner of

humans. Foserina observed his physique and offered any reward he desired in exchange for help. However, Foserina acted impulsively, leading Marac to question her attitude. She immediately apologized, explaining that she had acted without thinking. Marach then warned that if she did not want to be his next victim, she should lead him to the remaining enemies. He clarified that he was not doing it for her, but rather to quench his own thirst for battle. On the way, Marach decided to test some of his powers before encountering new adversaries. He Realized that apparently the sword of corruption only

corroded living targets, which meant he would have to refrain from using it against undead or similar creatures. Marac allowed Foserina to climb onto his back, warning her that from then on he would run as fast as possible and that she should simply guide him along the correct path without attempting any tricks. While Marak executed his plan, [music] Dakia also acted discreetly, staying close by as They were together on this mission. Not far from there, Thron received a message from his captain. His companions commented that she risked her life to give them more time, but Thron

argued that it was not as easy as it seemed and that if they could not help, they should not hinder. In the midst of their conversation, one of the men heard a strange noise and soon realized they were more bats. Desperate, Thran intensified the use of his magic until He managed to pierce the wall, revealing the other side. With the passage open, Thran announced that they could now cross. Without delay, the men passed through the hole. Before the bats could reach them, Thron closed the passage with his magic. He felt exhausted after the effort and

realized they had only made it that far thanks to their captain's sacrifice. Little did they know that the captain was well and already embarking on a new mission. Sometime later, another group approached the rock rupture, notably impressed by the digger's ability to escape the bats. One of the group members questioned the archaeologist's persistence [music] as they seemed surprisingly difficult to capture. Her teammate observed that the archaeology team displayed unexpected strength, exceeding initial expectations. Another colleague asked if the archaeologists had truly obtained the relic. the young man confirmed, Explaining that their superiors were capable of tracking

the relic's locations. Even with the confirmation, Jamal seemed skeptical. Her teammate wanted to know what still worried her. Jamal expressed her concern, stating that they could not continue the search for relics so indiscriminately. She had heard rumors that the rival group had already used a relic to create a perfect incarnation. The team leader inquired about the relevance of that information To their current mission. The girls suggested that they could replicate the feat. The leader understood the point but emphasized that for now the priority was to continue pursuing the archaeology team. He then instructed Jamal to

open the passage. Fulfilling the request, Jamal invoked the power of her esteemed amalgamated stone, asking it to remove the stones blocking the way. Immediately, the passage opened once more. With the path clear, they prepared To advance. However, without warning, the bats began to display strange behavior. Jamal could not understand the reason for that sudden change. The leader, however, deduced that the other group was likely facing difficulties. The girls did not show much enthusiasm to go help them. The leader reinforced that their primary mission was to find the relic and that they could not abandon the

task, especially after managing to open the passage. Convinced By the argument, they agreed and the group advanced cohesively towards the opening. Meanwhile, back with the protagonist, he questioned Foserina about why she was touching him so insistently. Instead of answering directly, she asked the protagonist if he had any interest in archaeology. Fosserina revealed herself to be the captain of the archaeology team and added that she could get him a job, arguing that with such a defined Physique, excavating would not be a problem. The protagonist in turn warned her not to delay or he would leave her

behind. He also mentioned that her teammates were in trouble, but the captain showed no concern. Fosserina commented that they did not even know if the others were still alive and that there was no reason for sadness. Immediately after, however, she pointed in the direction they might have gone. Upon his spotting the ruins, she Indicated the location as the final resting place of Princess Celum. The protagonist revealed his surprise as he had not known Selong was a princess. In any case, Foserina explained that the location had served both as a laboratory and as a fortress for

the princess. In the Old Empire, the reign of the princess's mother and Emperor Yungul had passed without major issues. However, at the time of choosing a successor, Silon refused to take the throne. Thus, an Adopted son from a close royal family was the one who ascended to power. Initially, this decision did not generate conflict. However, the calm did not last long, and the situation soon changed. This was because Sillin had created an artifact known as immortalium. Foserina was not sure exactly what happened next, but she had a theory. She believed that for such an ancient

empire built after the end of the era of the transgressing mages, There were no enemies who could equal them in power. Thanks to the immortalium, Sylon achieved immense fame. The emperor, noticing Sylon's growing influence, expanded his army in an attempt to reassert his own authority. Paradoxically, this expansion ended up further threatening his position. A group of revolutionaries emerged, demanding that Sillin assume the throne as empress. Even without desiring such responsibility, Sillin was Acclaimed by the people who believed that someone reluctant to take power would be the most responsible leader. Furthermore, they saw her as much

more competent than her predecessor, whose main concern seemed to be only the pursuit of power. Eventually, a civil war erupted between the revolutionaries and the Imperial Army. Both sides tried to co-opt Sillin, given that she was the only one capable of producing the immortal. The emperor had the firm Conviction that his sister would remain by his side. The revolutionaries in turn hoped that Sillin would not betray those who had shed their blood in her name. However, to everyone's surprise, Sillin declared neutrality. Although she wished to remain aloof from the conflict, both sides considered her an

enemy and a traitor. Quickly, son ceased to be someone to be persuaded and became a target to be eliminated by everyone for the good of all. Shortly after, the Armed forces attempted to invade her laboratory. However, they were surprised by the local defenses. The soldiers created by Sillin proved to be stronger than the invaders. The protagonist knew this well. After all, he had already faced one of these soldiers. Incapable of breaking through the defenses, the enemies, in a desperate act to get Salon's attention took the lives of innocent people. The tactic worked in a way

as Salon became furious and decided To end the civil war. She concluded that the best way to achieve this would be by eliminating both sides of the conflict, eradicating the root of the problem once and for all. Ancient historical records narrate the rise of a merciless metal army, which leads Foserina to believe that androids fought alongside Sillin. To combat this overwhelming force, the Emperor and the Revolutionaries, formerly enemies, forged an alliance, deploying all their unique resources. They mobilized an elite squad known as the Experts. These specialized soldiers managed to infiltrate Sillin's laboratory and finally eliminated

the fearsome figure. However, there are no reports of experts who survived or escaped that mission. [music] Since then, Sillin's laboratory has been declared a restricted area, remaining impenetrable to anyone after the events. The protagonist then inquired about the fate of the empire after these events. Foserena revealed that the emperor and the revolutionaries plunged into a civil war of their own from which the emperor was defeated. Curious, the protagonist wanted to know if she had any information about Sillin's lost artifacts. She, however, stated that she had never heard of such items. The protagonist then began to

speculate that during the attack, Silon might have received help against the experts. He imagined that even being formidable Warriors, they would not have stood a chance. His [music] theory led him to believe that a demon could have assisted Sillin in faking her own death, allowing her to create her artifacts in secret. Reflecting on Foserina's words, he concluded that if she was right, they were not allowed to approach that location. Why, then, the protagonist asked, had Foserina sent her subordinates to look for the laboratory? She explained that it was a long story, But stressed that much

time had passed since the war, [music] and a good part of that era was erased, except for the instructions to create the immortal. Suddenly, a sound of battle echoed through the area. Foserena deduced that it might be her companions and hurried the protagonist. Indeed, her team had survived, but found itself cornered by the laboratory guards, and many did not resist the attacks. Thraham was the only one still standing, fighting Desperately. However, his only weapon broke in the hands of a robot guard, leaving him completely vulnerable to enemy attacks. Before he could be hit, a precise

explosion struck the robot, throwing it far away. The protagonist, using his cannon, drove the danger away from the last surviving archaeologist. In a way, the protagonist felt a weight of guilt for the casualties. Thram, in turn, exalted upon seeing the captain alive. Foserina asked her subordinate About the whereabouts of the other groups. He explained that the walls moved unexpectedly, separating them. He added that they hadn't even touched anything, [music] attributing the movement to the enemies. In the middle of the conversation, Thram was startled to notice that the robot was beginning to get back on its

[music] feet. The protagonist did not hesitate and launched an attack. However, upon trying to strike the target, he noticed the Robot's impressive resistance, [music] concluding that it could only have been built with immortalium. There was, however, a positive side. Compared to the robots he had already faced, this one was not as skilled in combat. The protagonist seized the opportunity, attacking with unusual force and managing to immobilize the machine. Fosserina, agile, did not stand still and quickly disarmed the robot, asking Thraham not to remain inert and to help Her. [music] The protagonist pondered that if he

did not possess a weapon made of the same material as the robot, he would hardly be able to defeat it. Now, he used his saw to slice the adversary and remove a particle of the immortalium. Furthermore, he aimed directly at the android's cortex, incapacitating it for good. While Foserina celebrated the survival, the protagonist and his mother thought only of one thing, how much they profited From selling the immortalium. However, to everyone's surprise, a dense smoke began to emanate from the robot. Thraham supposeded it was poison, but the protagonist disagreed, [music] realizing that the robot was

actually melting. He then understood that the extracted immortalium was now useless, and [music] he imagined that this was a safety measure implemented by Sillin herself to prevent her creation from falling into the wrong hands. Next, the protagonist Declared that he would defeat all the metal beings and that anyone who fell along the way would be left behind. He warned them that if they followed him, death was a great probability, even if Fosserina and her team wanted to follow him. They realized that the protagonist was too fast. [music] In any case, Marac headed towards the palace.

Upon approaching, Marac realized that an intense fight was happening inside, indicating that Sillin had probably Positioned her robots to ward off invaders. Without hesitation, he decided to enter explosively, determined to defeat whoever was in his way. However, [music] the protagonist encountered an organized cheering section, encouraging Jamal, who was visibly exhausted from combating the robots. Marac was confused, not understanding why a supposed evil worshipper was protecting the archaeologist from Sillin's robots. Jamal, in turn, asked the archaeologists For help. They replied that they could not assist her as they were unarmed. At that moment, the protagonist's mother

questioned whether he would only help the archaeologists after the death of his enemy. The protagonist thought that this situation could be a chance to learn more about Liberatio. One of the archaeologists argued that they should help Jamal as they would have no way to defend themselves alone if something worse happened to her. After listening, The others agreed with the idea. However, the protagonist intervened, warning them not to do that. He stated that Jamal was his target and anyone who tried to help her would meet the same fate. The threat left the archaeologists confused, unsure if

the protagonist was a person or a monster. Despite his frightening appearance, they realized they were facing a man. He was merely shirtless and wearing a peculiar mask. The protagonist [music] then began to Attack the robots that in a way impressed Jamal. Even with the surprise, Marac did not stop attacking. The robots, however, did not remain still and retaliated with attacks. The fight between them quickly caused significant impacts on the surroundings. Worried, Jamal [music] exclaimed that the situation was dangerous. She saw a robot approaching from above, heading towards the protagonist, so [music] she decided to help

him, launching a ranged attack. Upon hitting the enemy robot, it exploded into a thousand pieces. The protagonist then refocused on the other robots. Jamal celebrated the critical hit. Not only that, [music] but she also joined the battle. Upon seeing one of the defeated robots, the protagonist noticed it was trying to communicate, but it was too late. As the robot had called for reinforcements from the magical artifact, Marac could not prevent that from happening. Soon after, The captain of the archaeologists arrived at the location. In a way, she was glad to find her team safe. Meanwhile,

the protagonist gathered his strength [music] for what was to come. Upon witnessing this, Jamal realized he was using divine powers. In his thoughts, Marac noted that the magical artifact was not approaching from the same path he had used to arrive. He then instructed Foserina to take her team and leave as soon as possible, stating that Their presence would only hinder him. However, [music] Foserena revealed that about 20 people from her team were still missing. She asked the protagonist to save them if he found any survivors along the way. Afterwards, she agreed to withdraw, calling everyone

to accompany her towards the exit. Jamal tried to seize the opportunity to go with them, but the protagonist prevented her from escaping. He said that she would go with him. Jamal, however, claimed that she Needed to go with them because she had some questions to ask. The protagonist, however, warned that if she disobeyed him one more time, she would regret it. After seeing the entire archaeology team leave, he said that the princess could now stop hiding. After all, the others had already departed. Jamal was surprised as she had not noticed she was being followed. Then

she tried to sneak away using her powers, but the protagonist stopped her. He declared That if she used her powers without permission, she would die and demanded that she answer some questions. He questioned her about how many people lived in Liberaceio. Jamal claimed not to know, explaining that everyone had separated into small groups, and because of that, she did not know how many were still alive. The protagonist then asked how Liberatzio found the relics. Desperate, [music] she replied that there was a relic that functioned as a Map. However, she stated that she did not possess

such a relic as only superiors had access to it. With that information, the protagonist asked how many relics Liberaceio had collected up to that moment. Jamal replied that there were only four, but Marac had heard the same thing last time and suspected the girl was lying. He argued that he had received that information a long time ago and therefore concluded that Liberasio should not have stopped there. Jamal explained that the map had been damaged due to factional fighting, causing it to reveal dozens of coordinates at once instead of a specific one. She recounted that the

Keros faction was trying to overthrow the gods. The Berso faction, in turn, was trying to summon the gods to Earth, and both were in conflict. Each faction possessed two relics, and she had heard that the Carus had recently overthrown a deity. Upon hearing that, the Protagonist was quite surprised and asked how such a feat was possible. Jamal quickly clarified that she did not belong to any of the factions and therefore was unaware of the details of the situation. Before any other question could be asked, an enormous explosion echoed through the location. It was the requested

reinforcement which had just arrived and was already locating the invaders. Their mission was clear to eliminate them immediately. Jamal asked For permission to use her powers against the robot, guaranteeing that she would not try to betray the protagonist. Marach pondered that the safest option would be to eliminate her, but something bothered him. He remembered seeing her protecting the archaeologists upon arrival, and she had not even tried to attack him. Despite considering the idea risky, Marac concluded that somehow Chantas would have convinced him to let the girl live. With the decision made, Marac chose to trust

her, but made clear the consequences should she attempt anything. Authorized, Jamal activated her combat abilities and prepared for the fight. The robot, [music] for its part, had already detected their presence and was aware of the danger the invaders posed. [music] However, the protagonist did not wait to be attacked and made the first move, resulting in a direct confrontation. As he tried to cut the robot with his saw, the protagonist Noticed that this one was different from the previous one. His blow caused no significant damage to the enemy. It was then that the robot spoke, declaring

that a successor had finally appeared. He introduced himself as Tertzio the third night and paid due respect to the protagonist. Tertzio offered to guide him to the lab's administrator should he wish. Dakia confused asked what was happening. The protagonist explained that according to Foserina, that was Son's lab, but questioned whether the robot would ambush them along the way. Tersio promised he would do nothing against him, stating it was an honor to guide him. Sometime later, the robot led the group to the administrator. Jamal then asked what her fate would be from that point onward. The

protagonist pondered that he did not wish to kill her, but knew that keeping her alive could be a problem. The princess intervened, suggesting that Jamal must Miss her friends and could go find them if she wanted to. However, [music] the girl claimed that Jiselle and Zarn were in the past. Dakia, surprised, asked if they would not be sad about their friend's absence. Jamal replied that they did not care and that she did not even know them properly. The princess approached the protagonist, saying that she had gotten what she wanted from the girl. Marach stated that

they could not simply let her go, but also did not want To kill her. For now, he would have to keep an eye on Jamal, even thinking of assigning her some tasks in addition to having more questions to ask. By the way, Dakia had a question and asked if she could tell the girl the priest's name since she would be accompanying them for a while. Marach agreed, taking the opportunity to remove his mask. Upon seeing Marak's face, Jamal recognized him immediately. The protagonist asked how she knew him. Jamal explained that He was the priest who

had dismantled her organization numerous times and that his portraits were scattered throughout Liberatzio, making him known to everyone. She concluded, worried, that once the priest obtained all the answers, he would not let her live, as he was famous [music] for sparing no one from her organization. However, she claimed to be on the side of good and [music] pleaded for her life. Marak assured her that he would not kill her, But still pondered what he would do with her. Jamal then offered to swear loyalty to him should her life be spared. Sometime later, they arrived at

their destination. Turtzio [music] informed the administrator that he had brought the successor. The administrator, who was also a robot, was delighted to learn that the successor had finally appeared. He explained that his vision sensor was damaged and therefore [music] he could not see the Successor. He then asked the protagonist to prove he had what it took to assume that position. Marac moved his hand closer to the robot, which immediately recognized the bracelet made by Sillin. With that, the administrator stated that the mother had not abandoned them. The protagonist, however, said that he would like to

confirm if there was anyone else alive inside. The administrator informed him that in total there were still 24 people in the location, a duo and Another group of 22 people. He explained that they were resisting well and that was why it was taking time to deal with them given that the remaining soldiers were damaged. Thus, Terzio was the only knight of the four protectors left. Given this, [music] Marac asked the administrator not to kill any of the 22 as he wished for them to leave alive. Next, he wanted to talk about the remaining duo. Jamal

spoke [music] up, asking if he could not let Jazelle and Zarn go as well. She guaranteed she would do anything if Marac spared her friends lives. The protagonist's mother did not agree with this, but he had a different opinion. Marak believed that Jamal was far better than other evil worshippers, as she thought of her friends, even in her current situation. Therefore, the protagonist asked for their release as well, but requested that the two groups not encounter each other on the way out. Given his Decision, the administrator stated that he would send the archaeologist and the

duo out via separate routes. Before [music] finishing, the administrator wished to hand something to the successor, claiming that the mother had left it there a long time ago. Upon seeing the item, the protagonist realized it was a piece of armor. Marac, presented with the new item, used his gauntlet and managed to absorb the pair of boots. He soon realized that the Boots, [music] just like his glove, also had thrusters. He thanked him for the gift, but the administrator promptly explained that he was merely following Marak's mother's orders. In his thoughts, Marac considered himself immensely lucky.

However, he recalled that the administrator had mentioned a defect and curious asked how it had occurred. The administrator revealed that he and the other robots had been damaged due to a previous ambush when Invaders tried to harm Marx's mother. After the confrontation with the squad of experts, all knights, with the exception of Terzio, were destroyed along with 99% of the other soldiers. [music] Even though he survived, Tertzio suffered considerable damage during the combat. Even so, Marac commented that this meant the complete elimination of the squad of experts. The administrator confirmed this, but pointed out that

in reality, he did not consider the battle A victory. They had exploited the fact that the invaders were living organisms to their advantage, and the only way to stop them was to lock them away long enough for all of them to starve to death. Instead of being shocked, Marac was positively surprised by that information. In any case, as Marac was now the successor, the administrator had a favor to ask. He expressed a desire to rebuild the entire robot army so that they would work in favor of the new Successor. The administrator mentioned that Marak's mother

was against this idea, but he emphasized that the most important thing was who would command the soldiers. Marach asked if the robots would be obedient to him regardless of anything. The administrator responded affirmatively, assuring him that the army would do everything the successor commanded. Reflecting on the situation, Marac concluded that the world could turn against him at any moment and an Army of androids by his side would be extremely [music] useful. Therefore, he gave permission for the reconstruction and asked how long it would take for the army to be ready. The [music] administrator informed him

that rebuilding the entire army would take hundreds of years. Marak then questioned if it would not be possible to reduce the number of soldiers to expedite the process. At this, the administrator asked how many soldiers he would need. Marne explained that since the empire had fallen, he would not need a very large number. In that case, [music] the administrator said he could reduce the army and complete the work in 50 years. Marne, however, asked if there wasn't a way to achieve something in less than a year. The administrator claimed that he would love to fulfill

that request, but with the damaged facilities and lack of resources, he would need at least 20 years just to prepare and only then Begin working on the army. For now, he could perform other simpler tasks. He would take the opportunity to recover his vision. The administrator mentioned that it had been a very long time since he had last seen anything in that room. He then asked if the successor was in danger to want to rush the reconstruction so much. Marac confirmed, explaining that Liberaceio was trying to capture him. Upon learning that the successor had enemies,

the administrator Stated that he would begin work immediately. He guaranteed that despite their limited numbers, he would be able to manufacture some soldiers in less than a year. [music] He also suggested that Marac could rest in the laboratory while waiting. However, Marach stated that he could not remain in the laboratory for so long as he had tasks [music] to fulfill. Nevertheless, the administrator insisted, claiming that with enemies searching for him, it was Dangerous outside. He added that if Marac agreed to stay, he would do everything to make him comfortable. He could even shorten the process

to 11 months. He made it clear that he did not want the successor to leave. Marak considered 11 months not to be such a bad amount of time. However, he knew that the true problem was his main mission. And it was for this very reason that he had rejected learning more techniques from his master. Even with Strong and intelligent robots by his side, Marac could not ignore the fact that Liberaceio had overthrown a deity. Elsewhere, a bound man pleaded for help. He insolently shouted to be freed, but soon realized that the intentions of the people

around him were not to release him, but rather to use him as a sacrifice for a monster. The evil worshippers observed everything attentively. One of them even commented that the creature used to be a deity and Therefore he believed that perhaps divine beings were not so magnificent. Upon hearing this, his colleague immediately retorted saying that it was blasphemy. However, the cultist asked if the true blasphemy would not in fact be to cast down a deity from the heavens. His colleague argued that despite its current state, the being before them was still a deity, something he

could feel just by approaching it. The cultist responded that the monster might be Powerful, but that did not prove its divinity. He believed that a deity should possess dignity. [music] He refused to accept that he was in the presence of a divine being, especially because of its behavior. Furthermore, he had heard that the orders were collecting warriors. His colleagues should know this as well, but seemed to be wasting time managing that monster. Unlike them, the crusade of annihilation was busy searching for relics, but he Saw no problem with that. He believed they would not know

how to use them. So, the evil worshippers only needed to continue their work and find as many relics as possible before their adversaries. The cultist commented that everything would soon be ready and asked if his colleague would need test subjects. His colleague responded affirmatively, saying that he had already decided on the region and pointed towards the northern kingdom. The protagonist, however, had a duty to fulfill [music] and could not remain there for 11 months. But abandoning such a grand heritage was unthinkable. Thus, he promised that he would not leave the robots behind. The administrator, confident

in the successor's decision, assured him that he would do whatever was necessary to accommodate his wishes. Turtzio also expressed his desire to help, asking to accompany the successor on his journey and arguing that he would Be of great use. The [music] protagonist, however, pondered that a robot of his size would attract too much attention. Tertio promptly explained that this would not be a [music] problem as he had the ability to decrease in size, being able to fit in a pocket and only increasing his proportions when truly necessary. Upon hearing the proposal, the protagonist's mother joked

that that space was already occupied by her. He agreed, stating that that would Always be her place. He then asked Turtzio if he could assume the size of a common human. Turtzio responded affirmatively and immediately reduced his proportions. Given this, [music] the protagonist allowed the robot to accompany him on his departure. The administrator informed him that he needed to perform some repairs on Terzio and asked the successor to wait about 3 hours until the task was completed. He also mentioned having recovered the Soldiers that had been destroyed outside. Marac then asked if he could take

these soldiers with him. The administrator showed that he did not understand why he would want inoperable soldiers. Being sincere, Marak explained that his desire was to sell the immortalium as he needed money for his journey. [music] The administrator in a way understood the financial need. However, he argued that immortalium was too precious a resource to be Commercialized indiscriminately. He then suggested an alternative for the financial problem, the collection of gold and precious stones while mining resources for the army's reconstruction. He guaranteed that should the successor accept all collected material would be granted to him as

the surrounding terrain was rich in such resources. Furthermore, he revealed that the laboratory possessed the ability to move freely across land, water, and air, Although some of its functions were currently deactivated due to the urgency of the army's reconstruction. The protagonist considered this information valuable and left the robot in charge of the mining task. The administrator thanked him and asked the successor to rest a little, notifying him when Tertzio was ready to depart. After the most basic repairs, [music] the administrator assured that Tertzio would be able to defeat any opponent who was Not an expert.

He promised that as soon as there was enough time and resources, he would perform an upgrade that would allow Tertzio to defeat even an expert. Additionally, he installed a communication device in Tertzio, allowing the successor to speak with the laboratory whenever needed. He stated that even knowing the successor's occupation, he wished to maintain occasional contact. The protagonist agreed, emphasizing the importance of Always staying in contact. With that, the administrator promised that he would make the world kneel before the successor. Sometime later, the princess praised the priest's recent accomplishments. At another moment, Marak and his group

re-enountered Carmen and Sajja. Carmen thanked the priest for having healed them, and Marac replied that he had only done what was necessary. Next, he asked who the newcomers were. Terszio was the first to Introduce himself, stating that he was the third knight to serve the successor. Marak added that Terszio was a relic from an ancient empire and then everyone greeted each other. [music] Sajida, however, had a different approach, expressing the desire to duel against Turtzio when an opportunity arose. The robot replied that it would need its master's permission, and Marak agreed without hesitation. Turtzio then

stated that he would be free at any moment. Subsequently, Jamal introduced herself. She declared that her duty was to work in favor of the priest. Noticing such a devout demeanor from the girl, Carmen asked if she had done something bad to be so attached to Marne. Jamal explained that the priest had made her reflect on her own generosity and also stated that she would do anything if it earned her money. Meanwhile, at another location, the crusader leader was already gathering his army. He announced that he Would lead them on the first expedition to the northern

kingdom with the clear objective of eliminating the fallen deity residing there. The holy war, he stated, had begun, and all divine warriors should be prepared for what was to come. Back at Marak's camp, Princess Dakia expressed her concern. She felt that something strange was happening because although they had left the capital only a week ago, she had already heard rumors of frequent disappearances In the city of Bayato. The princess suspected that her own brother might be involved. Marach, however, observed that the journey on foot to Biato would normally take 2 to 3 weeks, and the

smiling master was in the city. Dakia decided that the priest Marac would eventually discover her secret sooner or later, so she preferred the information to come directly from her. She revealed that her father, the smiling master, Kalto Reml, was not in his right mind. Carmen immediately asked how long this situation had persisted. The princess replied that it had been going on for about 3 years. Marac then questioned who was acting in her father's place. Dia revealed it to be Sir Douglas Martin. Marac found it strange that an outsider would assume such a position instead of

someone from the royal family. The princess, however, explained that Douglas was very close to her father, an honest man, and that Kalto Rimmel had Always praised him highly. Even with the explanations, Marac still considered the story peculiar. He reasoned that if the princess's father was not thinking clearly, he should not have been able to name a substitute. Dakia clarified that her father had left a prepared document naming Martin as his substitute for a period of 5 years should anything happen to him. Everyone at first was suspicious, but Douglas Martin swore that he would perform his

duties only For the stipulated time. Furthermore, he had been performing his work excellently, which earned him the people's trust. Jamal asked if there was anyone else aiming for the smiling master's position. The princess replied that this possibility had been considered, but that at the moment it did not seem to be the case. At that instant, food was served to the group. Marach suggested that they resume the conversation after the meal. While they Were eating, Marac heard a nearby voice in the tavern asking if anyone suspicious wearing a tunic had appeared recently. The tavern keeper promptly

informed them that most people wore tunics, including the three who were directly in front of them. The travelers then turned their eyes towards Marak's table. They thanked him for the information and rented a room at the inn, stating that if anything happened, they would be there to help. Jamal, upon Seeing the group, despared, thinking that if she were recognized, it would be her end. Ignoring the tension, a man named Admateo introduced himself to Marac, stating that he was from the Annihilation Crusade. He also mentioned that his friend was named Tatiana, but stated that he could

not reveal which deity they served. Marac introduced himself as a priest, revealing that he served the goddess of preservation, who looked after people's daily lives. Admo Apologized for interrupting the priest's meal and took his leave, as he had already confirmed his identity. Immediately afterward, Marac's mother warned him about an imminent danger. Marach then pondered that a demon did not usually work as a priest and wondered if the crusade might have some connection to the situation. He commented that he had heard a lot about the annihilation crusade and asked what they were doing there. Admicheo saw

no Issue in revealing his intentions to a priest. [music] He explained that they were searching for evil worshippers as they believed these individuals were responsible for the recent incidents. Marach agreed, stating that evil worshippers should be annihilated. However, he questioned whether they possessed any way to distinguish an evil worshipper from an ordinary person. Admacho explained that being on a pilgrimage, they might not know and then Revealed that the gods had sent an emissary, four angels who had descended to Earth. Marach was visibly surprised by the news. Regardless, Admicheo reiterated that waging a holy war alongside

the angels would be something marvelous. Marac for his part felt that the main mission was finally