I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 524, page 2.1-38: The Crown: The Treasure of a Lost Dynasty
The beautiful woman ran forward through the darkness, panting heavily. She clutched her bleeding stomach with one hand and stumbled along, looking utterly disheveled.

Suddenly, she seemed to kick a small stone on the ground, and she fell forward violently, tearing her wound open again. Her expression twisted for a moment, and when she turned her head, she saw the young man charging towards her with a long sword in hand.

"Don't be fooled by Isaac! He's the one who caused all this!" the woman roared at him.

Noyce slowly approached her and said softly, "I'm sorry, but even so, I can't let you go. The age of gods has ended, and you must die at this moment."

His handsome face held a hint of restraint and complexity, showing that he couldn't bring himself to hurt them, but he was helpless.

"Do you really think that the people will only live a good life after our deaths? As long as Isaac lives, they will never be free!" The woman stared wide-eyed at the long sword that seemed to gleam silver in the moonlight. She struggled to escape but could not get away.

"I'm sorry..." Noyce took a deep breath, raised his longsword high, slowly closed his eyes, and then steeled himself and thrust the sword down.

A muffled groan reached his ears. He drew his longsword and tossed it aside, his dark purple eyes filled with pain as he murmured repeatedly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I had no choice..."

He collapsed to his knees, looking down at his trembling, blood-stained hands, slowly clenching them into fists. A gentle breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his face. His deep purple eyes were filled with a misty haze, and glistening tears slid down his cheeks.

He wiped the tears from his face with his clean wrist, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He picked up the longsword he had tossed aside, stood up, and ran resolutely in another direction.

There are 4 more...

After he left, the woman's hand, which should have been dead, twitched slightly.

A young, somewhat awkward boy walked slowly towards them from a distance. His messy, wine-red hair was draped behind his head and reached down to his knees, swaying slightly as he walked.

He stopped in front of the woman, gently kicked her, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You're really in a sorry state."

His long, narrow, gilded eyes stared coldly at her. He slowly crouched down, reached out and touched her delicate neck, and said, "Hey! Get up! I remember your weakness isn't your heart. If you die like this, are you still a goddess?"

She coughed softly and slowly got up, saying weakly, "He's either dead or dying. That child didn't intend to kill me."

“But it’s very strong, isn’t it?” Dionysus said thoughtfully.

“Hmm…” the goddess lowered her eyes and responded softly, “It’s ridiculously strong. Although it’s partly due to our loss of divinity, it’s still unbelievable that humans possess such power.”

The sand beneath me shimmered with silver light under the moonlight, pure and pristine, yet now stained with the crimson of sin.

Although the woman was disheveled, she could not hide her excessively beautiful appearance.

“Isaac is essentially a dragon, lustful, greedy, arrogant, and incredibly conceited.” Dionysus stretched out a hand toward the goddess of beauty. “I have a plan. How about using your beauty to seduce him? I remember you never show your true face in public, including now, when you are still wearing a mask.”

As the goddess of beauty, she was naturally unmatched in looks, especially possessing an extremely sexy figure, making her a true beauty. "Why are you helping me? Didn't you brew that wine? What can I trust about you, who are in cahoots with him?" The goddess of beauty looked coldly at Dionysus and said.

Dionysus glanced at the woman's well-protected left ring finger, and with a slight smile, he said, "Your weakness is in your left ring finger, isn't it?"

The goddess instinctively covered her left ring finger, then froze upon realizing her action.

“I can kill you easily, and no one will know. Do you want to try?” His narrow, gilded eyes were filled with gloom and indifference as he stared intently at the concealed left hand and spoke slowly.

"Your temple has been vandalized by your own followers; you've truly opened my eyes," the goddess said through gritted teeth, her face dark with anger.

"You flatter me. I just didn't want that guy to have an easy time. After all, he used me, so how could I not repay him? Besides..." He suspected that the destruction of his shrine was related to the king.

The goddess lowered her eyes, her expression dark and inscrutable.

"I'll have someone take you away, and I'll find a suitable reason to pick you up. Of course, your shrine will probably be smashed in a few days, and you'll be forced to lose your divinity whether you like it or not. Don't lie to me, otherwise... I remember that you women care the most about your faces, especially you, as the goddess of beauty, you'll probably care even more. Don't let me find a chance to destroy it."

Dionysus gripped Athena's chin and stared at her coldly. After a few seconds, he slowly released his grip and took a step back.

"Tonight is coming to an end," Dionysus said, taking a swig of wine from his sac and letting out a long sigh.

Generally, a god's fatal weakness is easy to find, but some are more ingenious. For example, the goddess of beauty's weakness is on her left ring finger, which symbolizes love. Unfortunately, this woman is destined to be without love in her life, and perhaps out of envy, she chose that spot.

Compared to others, Dionysus was actually quite arrogant. His divine essence was wine, and his divinity leaned towards the illusionary magic system. His fatal weakness was also wine.

Only alcohol could kill him, and it was also his favorite thing to drink. He never even thought that alcohol would kill him.

Although the temple was destroyed, Dionysus's divinity has not completely disappeared. At least for this moment, he is still a god, only gradually weakening.

He wasn't a born deity; he became a god at the age of 15 by chance, having achieved a certain opportunity to attain godhood. Because he became a god at that time, his apparent age was fixed, and he has never grown up since.

He had thought about what he would look like when he grew up, but all of that became a luxury after he became a god. Although he could use divine magic to transform, it was ultimately fake.

Losing his divinity is fine; at least he can become an ordinary person and perhaps continue to grow.

A gentle breeze ruffled his long, wine-red hair as he walked through the silvery desert. He looked up at the bright, full moon, a hint of hesitation in his narrow, golden eyes. "If I grow up to be ugly, it's probably better to stay as I am now..."

(End of this chapter)