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Jaluo: "Big sister, you know me. I only like playing with whips, and I especially like being with magical beasts."

Tina and Rimuru leaned against each other: "You know us. If it were us, you would all be wiped out by now."

Valetta: "..."

After discussing for a long time, the group finally turned their attention to Valetta.

Feeling the increasingly hostile gazes, Valetta raised her hand: "You all know me... I'm just a simple cook."

Their gazes returned to the others, and everyone fell silent.

Finally, Tina hesitated before speaking: "Finn is known as a 'god/man-made hero.' Is it possible that the traitor isn't a member of the Familia, but rather one of the 'gods' themselves?"

P.S.: The Japanese pronunciations of "god" and "human" are similar.

"!"

The unexpected idea completely opened up the minds of Valetta and the others.

"Holy crap, how come I didn't think of that?! Those arrogant gods, if they're colluding with the main gods of Orario for all the fun, they might actually betray us!"

Valetta became increasingly excited:

"I'm cleared! My innocence has finally been cleared."

"Yes! It's precisely because they want to create 'God-made Heroes' that they've gathered us, the Dark Faction, and deliberately made us kill each other, then passed on information to the gods of Orario, so that Finn, that little brat, could become famous!"

"【God-made Hero】What a wonderful 【God-made Hero】!"

……

That night.

As the rain subsided, the adventurers gathered up the corpses and went to sleep, leaving only a few guards to patrol in case of any unforeseen events.

But many people are still looking up at the sky, waiting for the verdict.

At this very moment, on the top floor of the Tower of Babel.

Three deities stood beneath the heavens.

"It's over."

Gazing at the cunning moon in the sky, without a smile, anger, or sorrow, "Absolute Evil" revealed a relieved sigh, as if it had completed its mission.

“Yes, it’s over, Erebus.” Astraea, dressed in white, met the gaze of the evil god. “We have defeated ‘Evil’ and achieved victory.”

Justice and evil are locked in a standoff.

Chapter 237 Godfather, my godfather!

Erebus's jet-black hair swayed in the night breeze: "The top of the Tower of Babel, this is my first time here, it's truly a magnificent sight. If the execution ground were here, I wouldn't have any complaints."

Astraea drew her silver sword of justice: "As agreed, I will punish you."

Erebus didn't seem to care, and simply looked to the other side: "Hermes, my dear friend, what are you doing here?"

Hermes lowered his hat brim: "I've come to see my friend off, is that alright, Erebus? Just me. As you requested, all the others have been expelled."

Erebus squinted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He turned his head and stared at the sharp blade in Astraea's hand:

"A silver radiance that suits you perfectly, Astraea. Come, pierce me in one breath. I hate pain, and I don't want to make any girlish noises."

Erebus curled his lips into a smile, and until the very end, he continued to use clumsy, dirty jokes to project an arrogant attitude.

Astraea stepped forward slowly.

"Wait."

Hermes interrupted Astraea's actions.

"Before that, can you answer a few questions for me?"

“Oh, now that things have come to this, is there anything you don’t understand? I should have already told Astraea everything.” Erebus chuckled.

Hermes glanced at the goddess.

"It seems your intelligence isn't shared either. Well then, I won't presume to interfere," Erebus sneered.

"Be wary of me, aren't you?" Hermes' eyes flickered, revealing a smile similar to Erebus's. "Well, that's understandable, after all, I don't have any particularly good divine items either. Who knows, one day, in the name of the 'Last Hero,' I might end up in the same situation as you."

Astraea made a childlike, apologetic face: "Oh dear, Hermes, you're so self-aware, that's really a big help."

Even now, there remains a significant information gap between Astraea and Hermes. At least regarding the mobilization of Heretics and the contact with the Sage, Astraea was completely unaware.

Conversely, Hermes also had things he was completely unaware of, such as...

"Can you tell me? What is the Joker's true identity? Who is he really?"

Hermes, as a witness, uttered the question that had been buried deep in his heart.

“Heh, heh heh heh…” Erebus suddenly covered his face and burst into laughter: “Yes, that’s it, that’s the most interesting result.”

He squinted at his best friend and said, "Well, the story isn't over yet, so why are you so eager to reveal the answer?"

"If you want to know the answer, then go and find it. I have buried all the secrets there."

Enjoy the gifts I've left you!

Hermes' eyes darkened: "At this point, what are you still planning? Haven't you already declared defeat? Tell me, who is the Joker! Who is he?!"

He grabbed Erebus by the collar and began to question him.

As a god, he knew very well what that extraordinary and rare ability meant.

As the apostle who will replace Zeus in bringing forth the "Last Hero," Hermes has placed his bets on the future Jester.

From the moment he saw the blessing from Hestia behind Belle and heard her call Alfia "Mom," he already understood the whole story and Belle's background.

The future Bale indeed demonstrated the qualities of the "Last Hero," fighting Chardo alone and suppressing the entire Dark Ages.

It took a full two weeks or more!

This alone is enough to prove her talent.

however……

“In Belle’s future, there is no Joker! It wasn’t you, but him who instigated the outbreak of the Great Rebellion, right? Erebus, you are just an agent, no, or a stand-in for the real mastermind.”

"Tell me, who is he!?"

Hermes was in a hurry. If Erebus died, no one in the lower realm would know the Joker's identity, the lie that even the gods couldn't lie about, and his ever-changing abilities!

Among the countless children in the lower realms, his true form could not be found at all.

“Alright…” Erebus couldn’t stand Hermes’s pressure any longer, broke free from his hands, coughed, and smiled, “It’s fine to tell you. After all, there’s no fourth god here.”

He slightly opened his arms, closed his eyes with a relieved expression, and sighed, "The truth about him is..."

Hermes held his breath, waiting for the moment when the answer would be revealed.

but……

hum-

Like the cry of a thousand birds, a figure draped in a cloak suddenly appeared in the moonlight outside the Tower of Babel. Hair as black as the underworld, a face strikingly similar to that of a god!

Astrea seemed to sense something and suddenly opened her eyes to ask, "Erebus, tell me, do you love this lower realm?"

The god of the underworld, who had been wearing a relieved expression, suddenly paused, revealing a doting smile.

The next moment, a jet-black, blocky flying disc came whistling in with a strong wind, its sharp scales tearing apart the god's neck and decapitating him.

Erebus's smiling head was tossed up and fell beside Hermes, followed by a blinding golden beam of light shooting into the sky.

"This……"

His gaze skipped over the pillar of light returned by the gods and fixed on the figure crouching at the edge of the Tower of Babel.

That knowing, playful smile, just like his old friend's, sent chills down his spine.

"God Slayer..."

A portion of the scattered divine light merged into Sharl's back, further enhancing the body he had acquired through the "God Transformation Magic".

It all started after the day the contract was completed.

Char used [Vanacer] to exchange his real name with Erebus and prepared in advance an item (a replica of the Shield of Aquis) that recorded the magic of "transformation".

It was an exquisite pendant, as if recording the magic sword, temporarily recording Xia Er's [Mind Stealing] magic within the pendant.

It can only be used once.

However, during the gaps in equipment forging, Xia Er used the city's resources during the Dark Ages to stockpile more than a dozen of these pendants.

He looked at Astraea: "I can answer your question on behalf of my godfather."

"He loved the children of the lower realm the most. He left everything to them."

Words that made God tremble filled the empty tower top.

Astraea stared at Charles with a complicated expression: "Yes, I have no doubt. Ah, seeing this, there is no need for doubt anymore. He has dedicated everything to you, his child."

After a brief moment of shock, Hermes was overcome with rage at the murder of his close friend, but he gradually calmed down after hearing Astraea's words:

"Seriously, that guy never intended to tell me the truth in the first place. Is this the reason? Damn it! He tricked me!"

"And you... the one who bears the primordial sin, you've come to silence me too, haven't you?"

Ciel, not one of a kind: "What an arrogant question! When did killing a god become a primordial sin? Who defined gods as purely good? Astraea, is it you?"

The Goddess of Justice, her walnut-colored hair swaying, denied it: "No, a god who takes pleasure in the lives of mortals and manipulates their fates has no right to call himself good. Even 'absolute evil' would not agree with that."

Astraea seemed to understand Ciel's determination, and her eyes softened with pity.

That's it.

Therefore, in this world that is inherently shrouded in the malice of a superior "god," you will transform into the scales of judgment and shatter the "absolute" created by the gods.

Even the goddess of justice, who calls herself "hypocritical," uses her own pleasure to guide children's actions, a practice she knows is wrong. But no one can punish a god.

The battle between gods is nothing more than a brawl in front of their own homes when they have nothing better to do. The result of the defeat is nothing more than each going back to their own home, or being locked up for ten thousand years.

Things are different now…