I'm really a serious wizard.

"She clearly committed suicide, so why is that cuckold—no, why is Selene causing me trouble?"

Ron's heart tightened, and he quickly shook his head and waved his hands, as if this matter really had nothing to do with him.

Being blind is like this; you never know when you might encounter fatal danger.

She ran into it herself, how can you blame me?
"you……"

Nim's words of advice were stuck in his throat, as if he had never seen such a shameless fellow before.

He had just wanted Ron to stay, and now he wanted Ron to get lost.

This is not because he is particularly compassionate.
Rather, if Ron hadn't run, he wouldn't have had any way to betray the other side and divert the attention of the gods.

At that time, the Blackrock tribe will once again face annihilation.

Thinking of this, Nim deliberately spoke in a sinister and terrifying tone:

"If you don't run now, your soul will be locked to a red-hot copper pillar, suffering the torment of having your flesh torn apart day and night."

As he spoke, he jumped up and tugged at his wide animal skin robe.

"Then what will you do?"

Ron asked, his face pale.

Seeing this, Nim was overjoyed, thinking that Ron was intimidated by the God-King's punishment, so he intensified his words:

“You will implicate our entire tribe. Children and women will dance an endless dance until they die of exhaustion.”

"Men would be thrown into the arena to fight large beasts, and the losers would become food for the beasts, being eaten bite by bite."

"As for me, I will suffer divine punishment, be skinned and dismembered, whipped with fiery whips, and have my skull chopped off with axe."

"Hehehe, this is the wrath of King Senes!"

Hmph, scared now? If you're scared, then get out of here!

Seeing Ron's increasingly pale face, High Priest Nym's tense mood began to relax a little.

However, before he could fully relax, he suddenly saw the paleness on Ron's face fade, replaced by a look of determination.

"Since that's the case, I'm not leaving. I've dragged you all into this, so I'll be a good Samaritan to the end!"

The blond boy's answer far exceeded Nim's expectations.

His expression was frozen on his aged face.

Who asked you to be a good person? Get lost!
That's life; the more you don't want something to happen, the more likely it is to happen.

Seeing that Ron really wasn't going to leave, he was so worried that he kept grinding his teeth.

Just as the two sides were at an impasse, a shout suddenly came from below the altar on the mountaintop.

"Nim, Nim priest!"

"What happened? Why did the altar collapse?!"

Ron looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly man, over two meters tall and wrapped in an animal skin around his waist, suddenly leap up.

He had a full beard, bright and piercing eyes, and arms that were almost as long as Ron's waist.

It's the chief!
Nim was overjoyed and used a speed far beyond his years to reach the burly man, explaining the whole story in detail.

Finally, he pointed at Ron and said:
“Bodo, we must drive him out, otherwise the Black Stone Tribe will definitely be exposed to the eyes of those gods.”

"He's most likely a god too. Let him return to his own territory; only then might Estella be able to help us..."

"Otherwise, the Blackrock Tribe will surely face annihilation!"

Although Nim's voice was very soft, Ron heard it clearly.

In that instant, he felt a little sad, never expecting that evil backdoors already existed in ancient times.

Ugh, that's disgusting!

"Hey, who is that?"

Just then, the burly forty-year-old man, who had learned the whole story, suddenly waved.

You can call me Ron.

"Oh, okay, Ron, buddy."

Who's your brother? How come you're more familiar with me than I am?

The blond boy's lips twitched, and he sighed, saying:
"Gentlemen, I understand your meaning. I will leave now and will not cause you any trouble."

"To accomplish something and then leave without a trace, concealing one's merits and fame," is also a motto of his character.

There's no need to waste time in a place like this. The world is so big, you can become stronger anywhere.

Thinking of this, Ron straightened his robes and turned to head down the mountain.

"and many more!"

"I didn't say you could leave."

Chief Bodo suddenly called out to him to stop.

The burly man, who was nearly three meters tall, had a very ferocious and menacing expression on his face.

But even on that ferocious and savage face, a hint of respect could be squeezed out at this moment.

"It's unbelievable that you actually killed a god."

"Hahaha, those bird gods have been up to no good, and one of them finally died today. What a good day!"

As he spoke, Chief Bodo strode forward, grabbed Ron's arm, and pulled him off balance.

"You are a great benefactor to our Blackrock tribe, how can we drive you away?"

In ancient times, the people were indeed simple and honest; there were still many good people...

For some reason, Ron felt a little touched at that moment.

"Chief!"

Nim's eyelids twitched, and he knew it.

Although most people are very dissatisfied with the cruel killing and the use of human sacrifices to deities.

But is it something that can be easily said to outsiders?
To avoid any unnecessary trouble, Nim decided to fulfill his duties as high priest and solemnly stated:

"Hakata!"

"The gods are invincible. Didn't that greatest warrior, recognized by all the tribes a hundred years ago, die in Senel's prison?"

He wanted to warn future generations so they wouldn't repeat the same mistakes.

However, imagination is beautiful.
The only response he received from reality was...

"I am the chief, and what I say goes."

"One person does the deed and takes responsibility for it; what's it to you?"

The three-meter-tall burly man pounded his chest with a resounding thud, like the deafening sound of drums, making people dizzy.

Where did this brave warrior come from?

Ron picked at his ear, a flood of emotions welling up inside him.

He didn't know if all leaders in the world were the same, but at that moment he could really understand Nim's bitterness and helplessness.

Alright... you're the chief, you decide...

Nim gritted his teeth, then lowered his head as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Chief, we should stop sending the tribe's youths out hunting recently."

"The Black Iron Tribe and the Bronze Tribe will certainly not let this golden opportunity slip by..."

The altar was on the mountaintop, and there were also signs of divine descent, so there was no way to conceal it.

"I see."

Bodo's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face turned serious. He then glanced at Ron and patted him on the back with his large, fan-like hand.
He revealed a kind smile and said:
"Brother Ron, which tribe are you from?"

"Judging from your appearance, you must be a wizard?"

If I said I was from the King's Tribe, would you have to bow down and worship me?
Ron muttered to himself, and spoke the truth:
"I am a wandering wizard, just passing by."

Wandering wizard...

Wow, that's impressive. Wizards who can take on gods are as rare as the gods themselves...

Upon hearing this, Chief Bodo's ferocious face turned serious, and he looked at Ron with more seriousness.

Compared to the cautiousness of the High Priest of Nim, Chief Bodo was clearly more pragmatic. The death of a god within the Blackrock tribe couldn't be entirely avoided by simply blaming Ron.

Rather than that, it would be better to keep this clearly capable assistant.

"Damn it, the tribe sacrifices so many people every year, I've wanted to kill those damn gods for a long time!"

He spat on the ground, then grabbed Ron's shoulders tightly and smiled kindly:
"Brother Ron, don't worry about this or that."

"Since you killed that damned god, you are now a friend of the Blackrock Tribe."

"We will never neglect any friend. I'll take you down the mountain and treat you to meat."

Oh?
That sounds pretty good.
Ron's eyes lit up, feeling as if he had known this guy who, like himself, loved making friends, and he wished he had met him sooner.

It's a pity Mr. Sid isn't here, otherwise we could have used this altar to form a three-way oath of brotherhood!
"You're welcome, it's all I should do."

And the skill level is really great.

After silently adding the second half of the sentence in his mind, Ron's thoughts shifted, and he asked in a very familiar manner:
"Brother Hakata, I've been traveling alone for a long time, crossing mountains and valleys, so I've lost track of time. What time is it now?"

Just now, he heard Nim mention the universally acknowledged warrior.

The Lady of Compassion recounted this story.

In short, it's the story of a cuckolded god-king who consistently performs well, only to be killed by the child born from his wife's infidelity.

At this point in time, the hero has been dead for over fifty years, and the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions—no, it should be that Themis has most likely already been born.
And as the children of Timothy, the "Goddess of Life," was the Lady Mother already born long ago?

Damn it, I completely forgot to ask His real name.

Ron scratched his head.

The most important thing now is to figure out where the ten members of the secret arts are, whether they have caused any major incidents, and when the "doomsday" and the "great reboot" will actually happen.

"When?"

Chief Bodo laughed heartily:

"Haha, Brother Ron, I didn't expect you to be such a discerning person."

"I don't know what time it is now. Only large tribes protected by powerful wizards have calendars, and so do the gods."

I get it, you Blackrock tribes are uncultured.
Ron muttered to himself, then whispered:

"Has anything major happened recently, like the God-King being killed?"

Snapped--

Before the blond boy could finish speaking, a large, fan-like hand suddenly slapped his face, tightly covering his mouth.

A hint of tension appeared on the face of the three-meter-tall, burly man.

"Brother Ron, you can't say things like that! The God-King is not the same as those damn gods!"

"They are true gods, beings that cannot be defeated!"

Does this refer to a "fully ordained god" rather than a "demigod"?
The difference between the two is indeed significant; I made a mistake in how I asked the question.
After silently reflecting on his actions, Ron followed Chief Bodo down the mountain while pondering and asking:
"Brother Hakata, have you ever heard of any powerful human wizards?"

"I mean, have you ever heard of the name Helioper?"

In Ron's view, Helioper was definitely one of the iconic figures of the Golden Age.

The culprit of the apocalypse, a being that transcends gods and becomes the "foundation".

The name seemed to resonate with Hakata.

The three-meter-tall, burly man stood motionless, his dark brown eyes sweeping over Ron as he said:

"Brother Ron, what do you want with her?"

Ron seemed to sense that the air around him was slightly heavy.

"I've heard she's incredibly powerful, with unparalleled wizarding talent throughout the ages, so I want to see if she's really as powerful as the rumors say."

Ron shrugged and made up an excuse on the spot.

It's perfectly normal for wizards to compete with each other, and to be honest, he was genuinely curious.

"So this is ah."

Chief Bodo sized up Ron's appearance and estimated his age before belatedly realizing how terrifying he was.

This young man is already on par with top-tier wizards at such a young age, showing a kind of youthful vigor.
"Sigh, she's not as good as you, she's far inferior to you."

The muscular man shook his head repeatedly, giving a very objective assessment.

Upon hearing this, Ron was overjoyed and quickly asked:

"You've seen her!?"

"Ah."

“Brother Ron, I can tell you’re an honest man, so I won’t lie to you. I’ve actually watched Helioper grow up.”

With a heavy sigh, Chief Bodo glanced at the blond boy's strange expression and said:
“She left home three years ago and has never come back. This is the first time I’ve heard about her from outsiders.”

Etc., etc!
You mean, you're that guy's father?
Hey Hakata, you and your wife must be something else to have fathered such a stunner!

Looking at the tribal chief's three-meter-tall, towering figure, Ron could almost imagine just how formidable Helioper must be.

I guess she'll be another female hero who can treat him like a delicious treat.

As they walked and talked, they passed through a dense forest. Pushing aside the branches that were obstructing their view, Ron saw a village with only a few dozen households.

Although it's called a village, it exudes a wild and untamed atmosphere.

Hakata was a straightforward person; as soon as he entered the village, he began to greet people:

"An, An, we have guests! Put all the meat in the pot and cook it!"

"I understand. Nim has already told me that you have invited new guests."

The person who responded to him was a woman with a very attractive appearance.

She was probably in her thirties or forties, with long black hair and unusual amber eyes.

Compared to a housewife, Ron saw her more as a knight charging into battle.

"Ha, that's An. We had just gotten married when we were accepted into the Black Stone Tribe. It's been almost twenty years since then."

"Ann, this is my brother Ron. He's a very powerful wizard at such a young age!"

Hakata introduced the two to each other.

Hmm, why does your wife look so familiar?
A thought flashed through Ron's mind, but he immediately suppressed his doubts.

After all, you can't just go up to someone's wife and say, "You look familiar, haven't we met somewhere before?"

He's not Boss Cao.

Anne's amber eyes carefully examined Ron, and she smiled gently as she said:
“Most children like you should be with their parents or make a living in their tribe.”

"Even children of gods should stay close to their mothers."

"Come in and sit down. You must have suffered a lot to travel this far by yourself."

Madam, I won't go into whether I'm willing to endure hardship or not, but it seems you know a lot about the lives of the gods.
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Inside a vast palace suspended in the sky, emerald green eyes suddenly opened in the darkness.

"Is 'light' dead?"

With a soft murmur, a long, slender, and fair arm slowly rose and tugged at the golden cord beside the cloud bed.

Jingle Bell--

"Great God of Life, what are your commands?"

Timothy's emerald eyes remained devoid of any emotion as she coldly stated:
“My bloodline reminds me that ‘light’ has been killed.”

"Go and summon Estella, and tell her to lead the team and have 'Thor,' 'Vulcan,' 'Speed ​​God,' and 'Wind God' go together."

"Look who dares to murder the offspring of Senes, my daughter!"

The messenger who was summoned was startled, then frowned in confusion and asked:
"The great god of life, the god of light, has fallen, and the master doesn't seem to intend to investigate."

Logically speaking, Senes, a god with a volatile temper, would surely be furious upon learning that his offspring had died outside.

But now, why is there no movement at all?

The God of Life's gaze sharpened, becoming like a piercing sword, and he roared:

"Just go when I tell you to. Senes has so many offspring; it's normal that he can't sense one or two with mutated bloodlines." (End of Chapter)