Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

On the city wall, Erebus slowly walked over. He glanced at Anya with interest, closed one eye, and said, "Is there anything to be happy about?"

"Nothing much. Just a small improvement." Charles shrugged and asked, "What? What brings Lord Black Curtain here all the time?"

With his hands in his pockets, Erebus said, "Sir Charles, aren't you being a little too harsh on Valeta?"

Are they here to demand an explanation?

Charles's expression changed, and he retorted sarcastically, "Don't you find it amusing? Just like how you keep teasing Leon."

Erebus paused, then said, "Haha, that's true. But I'm not teasing you; I'm pursuing justice."

"Suit yourself, but if you push an honest man too far, things can get messy. Be careful not to get burned. If you really want to die, then hand your life over to me," Charles said jokingly.

“Speaking of which… Mr. Ciel, your family’s main god was killed, right?” Erebus’s expression turned serious: “Given that, what you just said doesn’t sound like a joke.”

Charles shrugged: "What, only heroes are allowed to be stepping stones, but not gods? Erlen... how about becoming a stepping stone for the new era as well?"

Erebus raised his hands in surrender: "Spare me. Unless... you become my child. Then I'll give you everything that a parent has. Want to think about it?"

“No need to think about it anymore.” Charles shook his head and took off his clothes: “Come on, let’s do it now.”

"Hmm...hmm?!" Erebus stared at Charles: "Are you serious?"

“I haven’t lost anything, but if you want to be my ‘parent,’ you’d better watch out for my trump card.” Charles shrugged.

For Charles, killing another pillar god would be too difficult. Even with the attributes of a divine assassin, a god could still forcibly unleash divine power while severely injured, preserving the wounds and returning to the heavens.

If a mistake is made, the gods who return to heaven will certainly not let him off the hook.

Whether it's a curse or divine punishment, it's all the same.

It's said that it can't affect the lower realms. But Erebus before us can make someone who doesn't want to die live.

Witte fell from the Tower of Babel, but a gust of wind caught him.

Where can we seek justice?

To kill gods at will, one needs to pull strings and raise the level of the [Godslayer].

Therefore, killing a few more adoptive fathers would be simpler.

at the moment……

"Come on?"

Erebus shook his head: "I will make sure you stay with me in the underworld after you die. To live a brilliant life and die peacefully is the law I seek."

"Who the hell cares about what happens after death?" Charles chuckled. "I only care about the present."

“I thought you would keep your favor a secret?” Erebus chuckled.

Erebus was not only interested in the Shard's abilities, but also hoped to leave a mark on the future gathering of heroes.

Well, although he might not be able to participate in the Black Dragon's extermination, his own clan can.

The key is participation.

After he finished replacing the Familia, he stared blankly at the square characters on Ciel's back: "What's this?"

"A favor?"

"But what about sacred writing?"

"Hmm. This is it? Can't understand it? Maybe it's because you're illiterate?" Charles said disdainfully.

What the hell is this illiterate? I am the primordial god of the underworld! What word didn't I invent?

Chapter 193 Raul: I've Grown Up

Erebus was frustrated; not only had he failed to see Sharl's ability stats, but he had also lost a promise.

“Don’t be upset. Not just anyone can become my godfather. I’m very picky.” Charles put his arm around Erebus’s shoulder.

I never expected that a simple joke would result in me getting a free God.

“Your previous godfather has already entered a ten-thousand-year resurrection period.” Erebus reached into his pocket: “Well, if the plan goes smoothly, I’ll be punished in a few days anyway. Since you want to do it, then I’ll leave it to you.”

"So, what are Orarioli's chances of winning this time?" Erebus returned to the main topic.

"About 40%."

Charles gave a conservative assessment.

“That’s quite high. How much help did you give?” Erebus asked with a smile.

"Just a tiny bit."

As the sun gradually set, the second day's battle of attack and defense came to an end amidst the casual conversation of the two behind-the-scenes figures.

……

Seven days after death, the third day.

“Captain——!”

Raul sat up abruptly from the soft, warm bed, his body drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Surrounded by an unfamiliar ceiling, he stared blankly for a moment, then lifted the fragrant bedding, revealing his naked brother standing erect.

He instinctively groped around for his clothes, but found them slippery to the touch.

"Ah—" Raul cried out in surprise, jumping up while clutching the blanket.

Before me was a cute girl rubbing her eyes, her blankets pulled away by herself, exposing her perfect curves to the air.

"You...you...who are you?"

"What's wrong?" Maria blinked, biting her handkerchief, looking both tearful and embarrassed. "Ugh~, you called me 'sweetie' last night, but today you're pretending not to know me?"

Raul was utterly embarrassed: "No, me??!"

He threw back the covers, looked at himself, then at Maria, his face full of melancholy: "Me???"

Maria swayed her slender waist, hooked her arms around Raul's neck, and pressed her fingers to his lips: "Shh, don't be nervous. I'm just a lowly whore, it's okay if you forget."

Her eyes were filled with tears: "But, could you love me one more time? I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

"No, no way." Raul snapped out of his daze and quickly picked up his clothes from the ground.

He bowed 180 degrees: "I'm so sorry, kid, I did something stupid yesterday. Um... the money, yes, I'll send the money in full later, but I have to go now!"

"Huh?" Maria reached out her hand, but Raul had already run away without looking back.

“I also want to ask about Loki…” Maria stamped her foot and sat in a chair, lost in thought.

Is it true that Loki instigated the Dark Ages, as he said yesterday?

Forget it, I won't worry about it.

Maria touched her belly. Last night was her fertile period. If she could have a baby... no, she definitely would have a baby. That way... no matter what Loki did, she would be invincible.

……

Completely unaware of the principle that 'free is the most expensive,' Raul ran out of the entertainment district with his head in the air.

He had no recollection of what happened last night, but the fact told him that he seemed to have grown up.

Standing on the empty street, Raul took a deep breath.

He's different now than he was yesterday; he's an adult now, so naturally he can't be as reckless and naive as before.

Looking back on yesterday's actions, Raul realized he had been too naive.

As a member of Loki's Familia, he knew that other Familias wouldn't believe him if he shared his information. Besides, he couldn't possibly betray his own Familia's information.

In that case, the only solution we can think of is to resolve it internally.

With Finn involved in the plan, Raul felt the chances of overthrowing Loki were far too slim.

"I'm still too weak. I'm so weak that I can't do anything. Rather than that, I'd better pretend I don't know anything, accumulate strength, and win over my companions."

"Yes, that's it! As long as I don't collude with Loki, I'm still a clean Raul!"

Unbeknownst to him, Raul had walked along the river for a long time, and a series of 'duang' 'duang' sounds came from afar.

"The sound of a hammer?"

Following the sound forward, through the thick fog, he arrived at the source of the sound.

"Hero Bridge?"

That is a bridge that is over 60 meters long and has more than 30 "hero statues" placed at equal intervals on both sides.

Raul stared blankly at the shattered stone statues destroyed by the explosives. They were once heroes, now battered and wretched.

He walked along the bridge to the center, where an empty pedestal stood before him. He reached out and touched it.

"Now only I can save this world..."

"Raul!! You bastard!" A large hand slapped Raul hard on the back.

Annaquite demanded angrily, "Where have you been all day?! Everyone was so worried about you!"

“Angie?” Raul snapped out of his daze, staring at the black-haired catgirl in front of him, speechless.

"Yes, it's because I was worried about you and couldn't sleep all night, Angie! Why did you run away alone yesterday? It was so dangerous, you could have died, you know?"

Raul instinctively clasped his hands together: "I'm so sorry, I was too reckless yesterday."

But more than Raul's apology, Angie was concerned about the other side, where Hammer's voice also reached her ears: "What is that?"

Passing through the mist, the two walked together and soon saw the divine object.

"God Gubernius?"

"Are you... repairing a bridge?"

Gubernius slammed his hammer down, his eyes fixed solely on the bridge: "This is the only thing that won't do. If you lose this bridge, you will never be able to stand up again."

The Heroes' Bridge embodies the great achievements of humankind from before the age of gods, and is a living "heroic myth".

"Only the 'heroic myths,' passed down through generations in cycles of reincarnation, must not be severed."

Before Raul stood a statue of a small humanoid figure, holding a spear, riding a warhorse, and wearing a mask.

Looking at the newly restored statue, not understanding why, tears welled up in Raul and Angel's eyes.