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Charles narrowed his eyes: "No, I'll have Chardor topple the Tower of Babel. For an old man who's lived for 800 years, life is already insignificant. Threats are more effective here."

Fels fell silent: "Why?"

Charles shrugged: "Saving the world isn't just my responsibility. If the important pieces don't cooperate, then we're all finished."

Charles laughed and said, "You see, since we're all going to die at the hands of the Black Dragon in eight years anyway, we might as well reincarnate now. That way, we can get used to the future calamities sooner, and maybe more people will survive?"

Fels suddenly...

Ciel is right. Knowing that the future holds such despair, Ciel's actions, while wrong, cannot be said to be entirely wrong. If the Tower of Babel were to fall now, the kingdom, having seven years to acclimatize to the monster invasions before the "End" ravages the land, would not be caught off guard.

But for people today, it's far too cruel.

Ciel is more rational than Belle.

Fels said calmly, "What if I agree to join you?"

Charles said calmly, "Then this impending ravages will be a performance that ignites the seeds of Orario's heroes. However, many will still die... after all, we are not joking."

"You should know very well that if you want the 'Heroes' to grow, you have to get serious."

Fels hesitated before asking, "Can't we avoid war altogether?"

Charles shrugged: "Even if we don't make a move, those guys from the Dark Faction will still take countless lives. This is essentially a game of raising poison among the gods. And our existence is just a matter of choosing who dies."

Charles scoffed, "I know this is unfair and unjust. But can you be sure I'm wrong? Heroes don't just appear out of wishful thinking. The world's calamities require everyone's efforts."

Charles extended his hand: "I never place my hopes on others, so I'm trying to win you over, Ms. Fells. Become my partner and do your part for this world."

Fels remained hesitant.

"If they have [Gluttony] and [Silence], as long as time accumulates, Finn and the others will also grow to a certain level, and then..."

Ciel composed himself: "Belle has already laid bare that ending."

He sighed and pulled an eye crystal from his pocket: "I think you should take a look at this..."

Fels took the crystal and used a special secret method to open the runes.

A phantom image was projected onto the tabletop...

It was a gigantic monster, and terrifying magic rained down, enough to cover the entire Orario.

Tiny Alfia weaved through this rain of magic, finally managing to severely injure her opponent despite her utmost effort...

“This…this is?!” Fels stood up.

"This is intelligence I secretly photographed from the 61st layer of the ice field."

Charles stared at the empty cloak and said calmly, "A fallen fairy and a monster that has lived for nearly a thousand years, their strength is comparable to the three major commissions. You can show this information to Uranus; the world's calamities are not only caused by the black dragon. Here is a monster that even if Orarios were to gamble all its power, it would be impossible to kill!"

"Time is running out, Fells Finn. It took them over 20 years to reach level 5. What will they be at in eight years? Level 6?"

“Not enough…” Fels said.

Charles extended his hand again, inviting, "Join us, Fels."

"why me?"

Charles smiled and said, "We need your wisdom and talent."

"Our actions will not be accepted by most people, so we need to absorb both righteous and evil factions, using them as stepping stones when necessary and carrying out acts of devastation when needed. The goal is to cultivate a group of elite soldiers specifically targeting the 'end'."

"Maintain the balance between good and evil when necessary, and promote conflict between good and evil when necessary, so as to give birth to something stronger."

"And you, as a 'wise man' who has lived from a distant era, are neither truly good nor evil. Your neutrality makes you more likely to agree with our plans. Moreover, it would be a waste of your talents to merely serve as a sentinel of Uranus."

Charles offered a rosy promise: "Come to me, and you'll get even more. For example... don't you want to restore your physical body? You should have gotten information from Grandma Renault, right? I have the technology for flesh and blood regeneration."

Charles smiled slyly: "Don't you want to renew the Grace once again? You haven't renewed the Grace for 800 years, you must have accumulated a tremendous amount of achievements."

Fels: "..."

Chapter 163 Ciel: Villain, Uniforms Matter!

Fells ultimately chose to compromise.

When faced with oppression from a powerful force, temporarily yielding and enduring hardship is the most sensible choice.

At least in Fels' view, the intelligence gained from this meeting was of great value, and he clearly understood what Orario was about to face and how to respond accordingly.

“I don’t agree with your plan; in my opinion, you’re being too extreme,” Fels sighed.

"But I cannot deny that the end times are the long-cherished wish of all mankind. Even if there is another path, we are happy to see it."

Charles shook hands with Fels with satisfaction: "That's fine."

"What do you need me to do?" Fels asked curiously.

“Not for now,” Charles shrugged. “I just hope you can keep my previous conversation to yourself.”

"Huh?" Fels was puzzled. "If that's the case, why invite me?"

Charles shrugged: "Of course, we're trying to find a way to treat Alfia. We don't want to lose this top-tier fighter. I'm telling you the plan so you won't have any unnecessary psychological burden."

“Of course.” Charles leaned back tactically. “You can also tell Finn and the others about our plan to wipe out Orario, but hopefully you'll keep my existence a secret.”

He smiled arrogantly: "After all, if the trial becomes a farce like a war game, it loses its original value. Those who unfortunately perish in that way lose their purpose, and they will cry."

Fels lowered his cloak and remained silent for a moment before saying, "I understand."

She saw the reality in Ciel's attitude: Orario was too weak, so weak that Ciel didn't need any schemes or tricks; he was already planning to sweep through with overwhelming force.

His face screamed: Bring it on!

"Ah~"

As Fels was about to leave, Charles suddenly slapped his forehead and reminded him, "Fels, if you have some free time, could I trouble you with a small favor?"

“Please speak.” Fels turned his head.

Sure enough, he still had tasks for me to do.

Is it to leak the city's tactics, or to make me a dagger to stab the city in the back? Sorry, but I absolutely will not agree to either. I will betray you.

Charles couldn't see Fels' expression, and neither could the skeleton.

He just scratched his head and said with an awkward laugh, "It's really a small matter. Could you help us customize a batch of exclusive uniforms?"

"Huh?" Fels couldn't believe his ears, even though all that was left was bone.

Charles pointed his finger: "Look at us, we're a powerful force, yet we're wearing those cheap black robes like those dark factions. Doesn't that make us look low-class?"

Ciel twirled his finger: "When it comes to determining a villain's strength, their uniform accounts for 80% of the factor!"

Don't you see the Akatsuki's "if you take off your clothes, you're doomed" rule?

"Aha……"

Fels was pulled back by Charles, and vaguely remembered Charles's design for the uniform. They spent more time on this than discussing serious matters.

As the moonlight deepened, after confirming the condition of the new heretic and Marie, Fels left the church with the gifts Marie had given to Reed and the others.

……

At the bottom of the Tower of Babel, Fels stepped into the basement, passed through the spiral staircase, and arrived at the underground altar, which would surely be criticized by Ciel for being too frugal.

The dimly lit space was illuminated only by a few braziers. On the central altar, an old god with a full head of silver hair, with his eyes closed, prayed.

Fels bowed with his hand on his chest: "Uranus..."

Uranus opened his eyes, his imposing gaze sweeping over him: "You're back. What's the progress on the contact with the Jester?"

“There was a slight mishap…” Fels briefly explained the situation, emphasizing the problem of memory confusion. She only referred to Ciel as “Jester” and kept the rest of the description brief.

Immediately afterwards, the eye crystal released images, and the giant beast and fairy roared once more...

After Uranus watched the film provided by the Charles, he clenched his fist and sighed:

"We never imagined that the reinforcements we sent to save humanity would now become bombs threatening the world."

"Uranus, what should we do?" Fels was filled with complicated thoughts, hoping to get guidance from the creator god.

Uranus was quite helpless. Just as Fels had predicted, no one in the city could stop a level 8 from ravaging the city. If the entire city's fighting force were mobilized, they might be able to put up a fight, but what about the other level 7?

Fels probed, "Alphia's physical condition limits her to a maximum of level 5, at most level 4. If we can create an item to counter that abnormal magic..."

Uranus suggested, "In that case, the Dark Faction will be unstoppable."

"What if the intelligence is falsified, and they're deliberately trying to mislead me?" Fels tried to find an opportunity to win.

“There’s no need to gamble on that possibility. What about their demands?” Uranus asked.

Fels fell silent.

"What, are their demands difficult to meet?" Uranus frowned.

“No…” Fels awkwardly dug his toes into the ground:

"It seems they want a uniform that matches the villain's image..."

"..."

The flickering firelight crackled and broke the silence of the hall.

Uranus's usually calm eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up a few times as he covered his face.

"An enemy of justice... a nightmare of evil. A neutral character who wanders between good and evil, light and darkness... and... cool clothes... pfft."

Fels looked up at Uranus's slightly trembling shoulders: "Pfft?"

What was that sound? Uranus…

"Are you... trying not to laugh?"

“Ahem…” Uranus lowered his hand, his face cold and solemn: “You misheard. I was just thinking about Jester’s intentions.”

“Oh…” Fels bowed his head apologetically: “That’s right, you are a god of urban creation who has gone through countless storms, how could you laugh at such a small scene. I was presumptuous, I’m sorry.”

Uranus's downturned lips couldn't help but curl up again.