I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

“Servent Assassin Yu Meiren, this is my identity, and also my true name.”

"Bedbugs, are you ready to face judgment?"

......

Looking at the flustered technicians, Hinako Akuta sneered, looking down at them with a condescending gaze.

"Don't...don't come here!"

The clerk who was in charge of the warden stepped in front of Olga Marie.

What a shameful humiliation, Director Olga Marie.

Hinako Akuta continued to tread step by step through the blood as she walked toward the trembling figure.

"Don't come any closer! You don't care at all what happens to the director?!"

......

In an instant, everyone in the room looked at the staff member.

For a moment, no one knew what to say. Everyone was trying to create a better world and had no intention of harming their companions.

That person was clearly frightened by Hinako Akuta's aura.

"Ha~~ What nonsense are you spouting?"

Hinako looked at the guy with disdain, snorted coldly, and her blood-red aura exploded outwards.

"You caught her, why should I move aside?"

......

What does it matter to her whether other people live or die?

This one is even more of a heavyweight.

A terrifying magical power surged up instantly, and even the alarm sounded in Chaldea's control room.

For a moment, the control room became completely silent.

Although everyone despised the staff member's coercive behavior, they seemed to have a new understanding of Hinako Akuta.

What a quiet and book-loving child she used to be! Who would have thought she'd turn out like this?!

"Those fortunate ones who can experience destruction will ultimately find peace. Through the pain of death, feel my envy, my hatred!"

"The Cursed Blood Corpse Disintegration Lament—!"

As she spoke, Hinako Akuta was preparing for her second self-destruction, her madness resembling a calamity descending from despair, an annihilation coalescing from the abyss.

"Enough...enough, I surrender!"

Under such pressure, it would be difficult for anyone without a strong will to withstand it.

Sylvia's face was pale, her hands were trembling uncontrollably, and the despair emanating from Yu Meiren was unbearable, causing her legs to tremble uncontrollably.

She was persuaded by Kirshtalia. After all, the simplest wish of everyone is for humanity to develop better. If the captain succeeds, it doesn't matter if she is despised forever.

Under Hinako's pressure, all the rebels immediately lost their will to fight.

The despair that made everyone's feet go cold at the sight of her crushed everyone's hearts.

I really can't compare to that stupid junior...

Hinako recalled the stubborn and defiant look in [Future]'s eyes when they fought... It was as if she saw a small fish struggling to find water in a dried-up pond; as if she saw an antelope being chased by a cheetah and running desperately for survival.

The antelope and the cheetah are like Pan-Human History and Lostbelts. When Pan-Human History is born, Lostbelts must die. When Pan-Human History perishes, Lostbelts can be reborn from its corpse.

"This is absolutely terrible."

Hinako Akuta was in a bad mood. She had just prepared to self-destruct, but she swallowed it back. Her whole body felt swollen, as if it were filled up and she felt uncomfortable.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah—! Waaaaah!!"

At this moment, Hinako Akuta noticed Olga Marie, who was tied up. It was a pity for her; this young lady director, who had no dignity, had collapsed to the ground because of the staff member's escape.

I feel so wronged.

I feel so wronged.

Seriously, being held hostage and tied up in front of so many staff members for a whole day—if this were an adult anime, it would have turned into a sex slave scene.

Ah, not necessarily. If it were an adult anime, he'd probably have been treated like a sex slave by Fujimaru long ago.

There's no place for anyone else to show off.

Liberating Olga Marie's voluptuous body from the magical ropes and removing the seal from her mouth, the poor director was finally able to speak.

"How could this happen? Why... why did this happen?"

"Nobody wants to acknowledge me, everyone hates me! Even though I've tried my best and kept Chaldea running..."

Olga Marie felt extremely wronged, but she didn't cry out. She just muttered to herself, her expression unreadable.

Hinako Akuta wasn't the type to comfort people; she didn't know what to say, and just felt even more agitated.

"This is so annoying, Director! What are you all standing around for? Why aren't you getting Chaldea back into order?! Do you expect me to do it...? Seriously, that's why I said humans..."

Olga Marie shook her head and immediately became clear-headed.

“That’s right, Fujimaru and the others should still be fighting. I...we need to pull ourselves together.” Olga Marie struggled to her feet, using the table for support as she barely managed to move herself into a chair.

"Are you alright, Chief? Should I go to the cafeteria and get you some food? ...Are you sure you can keep going like this?"

Hinako Akuta's scarlet eyes returned to black, and a strange light flashed in them, indicating that she was not just surprised.

"Heh~~~" Olga Marie chuckled, but her pale face and weak body gave off a bleak feeling. "I'm alright, but I'll need your help from now on, Akuta Hinako."

"First, lock the staff who support Wodim in the confinement room, then notify the people outside to change shifts, and instruct the medical staff to treat the weak and injured employees."

"Why do I have to do such troublesome work..."

Hinako Akuta was somewhat dissatisfied, but looking into Director Olga Marie's eyes, she unusually softened.

"Please...please. I know you're not very good at this, but...thank you."

This was the first time Olga Marie had lowered her stance; her gaze was no longer as sharp as before, but rather softened.

"I see."

Since he's the director, and he's said so, I'll lend a hand for now.

After all, it would be too pitiful to just leave it like that. Even stray dogs on the roadside would give it a bite of food out of pity, right?

After subduing the rebels, Hinako walked straight to the door of the control room without hesitation, lifting her soft, delicate, and fair little foot... With a loud bang, the heavy iron door of the control room flew out.

Olga Marie had some regrets.

As she watched Hinako's retreating figure, she couldn't help but become suspicious.

Should I really ask her for help?

Looking at Romani inside the wall, the director sighed deeply.

But thankfully, it's all right.

No background music: The Flower of Hope Appears.

It's a pity, but also a cause for celebration.

Chapter 71 Atalanta [Moon Goddess Type]

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't assess Atlas's exact combat strength, since he was killed by Muramasa before he even made an appearance in the Greek Lostbelt.

Special attacks can be truly terrifying at times, but this is also the result of Muramasa sewing together two great gods.

Fujimaru asked Navigator Shin if she could shatter a god-level deity with a single arquebus, but Shin looked at him like he was an idiot and then poked Fujimaru in the head with the butt of her gun.

"Just say you want me to die!"

It seems that won't work.

It is capable of crushing a god-level being; ordinary faith alone has no chance of winning. Only the power of a demon king's faith is possible.

Fujimaru didn't have any expectations in that regard.

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A white light instantly pierced the sky. This was not the arrival of dawn. A lithe, dark-skinned warrior with a berserk aura appeared in the landing white light.

"Tatakai? Hmph~~ Honestly, that coward Kirshtalia actually called me here."

"Well, to repay that fool's trust, I'm sorry, but I have no choice but to become your enemy!"

A chilling pressure was suddenly released, making many people unable to stand.

The pressure from the gods can indeed be uncomfortable and frightening.

"I am Katniss, the goddess Katniss!"

The white armor became scorching hot under the amplification of terrifying power, the air became heavy, the air pressure rose instantly, and an anti-cyclone formed around Katniss.

"This pressure... it's actually from that bastard Katniss?! Damn it, are you kidding me? Only Hercules could handle this, right?"

"What a pity, you piece of trash Jason. The current me is invincible—!"

"Tch, even if you're invincible, can you be more invincible than Hercules?" Jason's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't back down in his words. "Kenneth is nothing to her; she has absolutely nothing to do with invincibility."

"Oh? Then let's see if you'll still say those things when I step on your head."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you instantly. I'll deal with you very skillfully, cutting off your hands and feet, gouging out your eyes, and then cutting off your tongue so I can hear the wailing of this worthless piece of trash."

"Ah, is that so? You're still as brutal as ever... Third-rate wretch, what are you doing, preparing to feed the fishermen?"

"Don't joke around, you're not even a fraction as good as Hercules!"

"Hmph~~ Very well, then let me pierce through you first... Anyway, you're a useless piece of trash and a burden."

"It wouldn't matter if we killed them!"

With a wide grin, the dark-skinned female warrior wielding a gun transformed into a streak of light, her trident radiating terrifying magic, and the sound of tearing through the air instantly boomed.

"You'll regret making an enemy of me on the seas!"