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There are two or more gods who have placed all their hopes on a particular child.

One day, he will be able to replace the children of the lower world and judge those gods who act recklessly, becoming the other side of the scales that hold absolute divine power.

but……

“Joker…” Astraea’s eyes flickered: “You must be feeling terrible for killing your parents twice for the sake of Bei Yuan.”

Bearing such a heavy sin, he would also be ostracized by all the righteous gods.

Erebus was right. Even if he held the child in his arms now, he could not live a normal life with his hands stained with his parents' blood.

Faced with the goddess's sudden display of compassion, Ciel tilted his head slightly:

"what?"

What exactly did my godfather say to this woman? How did he describe me?

How strange.

Shouldn't they have pronounced my god-killing crime on the spot and organized the gods to punish me?

Chapter 238 The Great Resistance Ends

What exactly did Astraea misunderstand?

Could it be that they've imagined a whole series of melodramatic scenarios?

Or did Erebus say something to her?

Several questions swirled in Charles's mind, but the final conclusion was...

It seems she knows who I am!

Charles narrowed his eyes, hoisted the jet-black dragon scale stained with divine blood, and glanced at the blond traveler with his hat brim pulled down, looking timid and cowardly.

With this blond guy around, it's not convenient to say anything right now.

That's about it for today.

then……

"God Hermes, I know your clan is very good at gathering intelligence, but I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise, the price will not be as simple as a captain."

Lydis was the former captain of the Hermes Familia, and to Hermes, she was like a younger sister.

Mentioning her death during the Great Rebellion, Hermes grinned angrily: "Our game has only just begun, Joker."

"If you're not afraid to die, then come on."

Charles cautiously retreated to the edge of the Tower of Babel.

Not knowing why Astraea wouldn't reveal herself, and wanting to find out Erebus and the goddess's terms, Charles gently tapped the floor three times with his dragon scales.

He indicated that he should go see her in three days to discuss the matter in detail.

He gazed at the goddess.

After seeing Astraea blink, Ciel finally turned his gaze to the corridors of the Tower of Babel.

There, Witt stared in astonishment at Charles, who had just killed the chief god, trembling with excitement.

"My lord, is this your true intention? You've already entered the game, sending all the gods back to the heavens?! Hahaha, what an arrogant idea! You truly deserve to be called Absolute Evil! You even include the gods in your destructive schemes?"

He slowly retreated into the shadows, dragging his body, now devoid of grace, and ran through the sewage with a maniacal laugh.

"...Huff, huff huff huff huff...!? I won't give up... Yes, I will never give up living! I will also wield my sword against the gods I loathe so much, and swear by this hatred!"

……

Top of the Tower of Babel.

The night wind ruffled Ciel's dark, underworld-like bangs, revealing arrogant eyes beneath his mask that scorned all things:

"The final fooling around has come to an end. Well then, until we meet again, Goddess of Justice."

"Wait a minute," Hermes tried to persuade her to stay, as he still had many questions to ask.

But Charles had no obligation to answer him, and not saying a word risked exposing himself, even though he didn't care about revealing his identity.

Under the watchful eyes of the two gods, Charles fell backward, followed by a flash of lightning, and he reappeared in the city sky fifty meters away. The continuous lightning extended beyond the city, eventually disappearing from sight.

"...Is that how he climbed up the Tower of Babel from the outside?" Hermes chased to the edge of the platform, staring in horror at the night view of Orario surrounded by clouds and mist.

Astraea stopped beside Hermes: "That lightning magic that teleported, it must be from Jester, right? It's an astonishing talent. And it looks like he used the outer wall to run up here."

The two gods marveled at the Shire's mobility.

Although the ending was not satisfactory, evil did not disappear, and justice did not reach its ideal.

but……

"The great struggle has finally come to an end."

Standing atop the tower, Astraea gazed at the city lights illuminating the nightscape.

The brave warriors trapped in the fortress.

Kings and warriors standing in the wilderness.

Outside the treatment center, the Righteous Family members gaze at the starry sky.

Regardless...

The clocks of Orario begin to tick anew, and hope for the Nether begins to continue.

"Gods, let us continue to watch over this wish—may the 'last hero' be born at the end of the journey."

……

Port city of Mellen.

The vast lake of soda slowly revealed the crimson sunrise, its golden light spilling onto the shimmering surface and creating a beautiful, dazzling spectacle.

On the deck of a luxury cruise ship, a two-meter-tall, burly man in a black robe sat cross-legged, tilting his head back and drinking a can of milk.

Before them stood a boy and a girl with identical gray hair, facing the giant.

Charles asked, "Is it good?"

"Not bad." Chardo licked the milk stains off his lips, paused for a moment, then smashed the bottle on the ground.

"Hey, what's going on here?!"

He pointed at Alfia, who had shrunk considerably and looked ten years younger, grabbed Charles by the collar, and spat wildly:

"What's good to drink? Huh? Aren't you going to explain to me who this little girl is?!"

"Alphia..."

"What do you mean by 'Alfia'?!" A huge decibel rang in my ears.

Alfia clenched her fist, then released it: "Shut up, Chardo!"

Chardo froze for a moment at the familiar command, then pulled and shook Charles: "This isn't the Alfia I know! Quickly change back the Alfia who casually spews gospels!"

Charles's lips twitched: "This is the first time I've seen someone with such a strange fetish. If you're so eager to eat the gospel, I can give you one."

"You little devil, you'd never eat the Gospel!" Chardo angrily rubbed Charles's head. "Behave yourself! You gave Orario so many things that were aimed at me, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet!"

"Alright, I really am Alfia." Alfia instinctively stepped in front of Charles, her heterochromatic eyes fixed on the scratching Charles.

The reason for not using Evangelion Fist is that Ciel suggested starting by pretending to be a "newbie" in daily life and getting the acting skills into his bones.

In addition, the sound waves of the [Alien Demon King] have a chance to deteriorate the human body, which is bad for the body in the long run. It is best not to use them unless necessary.

But she was completely unaware that she had begun to get used to following Charles's instructions.

It was Chardo who was the first to notice the anomaly...

He glanced at Charles and Alfia suspiciously.

As if he had discovered something, his eyes suddenly widened, and he punched his fist in the face: "Whoa——————"

"what happened?"

"You guys... cough cough, it's nothing."

Alfia raised her eyebrows: "Just say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush."

“If you can tell me, Uncle Chardo, please tell me, and I’ll tell you the truth.” Chardo covered his mouth as he evaded taxes.

"Do you want to die?!" Alfia clenched her fists, glanced at Charles subconsciously, and then hid her magically imbued hand behind her back.

Chardo, who had taken in everything, felt increasingly gratified and couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"Metluth seemed to have the same expression back then."

"What did you say?"

Chardo gave him a fatherly look: "No, it's nothing."

Seeing that Chardo had been acting strangely from the very beginning, Charles kicked him:

"Hey, did yesterday's beating make you stupid?"

"How could that be? Those kids couldn't even trigger my passive ability. I... I was just lamenting what to do next," Chardo changed the subject.

Chapter 239 Future Direction

With the Great Conflict over, Chardo, now an "Absolute Evil," will certainly not be able to stay in Orario for long. At level 8, whether he stays with the Dark Faction or in Orario, he will bring terrifying pressure to the city.

Is there anywhere you'd like to go?

“No, I don’t know where the road ahead is or where I’m going. So it doesn’t matter which direction I take, I can take any road.” Chardo suddenly said something very philosophical.

Xia Er rolled his eyes: "Go back to Dragon Valley to guard the barrier? Or go to the dungeon to find monsters and hone your skills? It wouldn't be bad to consider becoming a teacher in the school district, like before, living in seclusion."

"Dragon Valley? That's just a place to kill time. The little dragons that have run out now aren't even worth a second touch from Chardo," Alfia said dismissively.

Chardo chuckled: "The school district isn't suitable for me either. As for the dungeon... didn't you already plan to leave the monsters down there to Orario? If I go down, they shouldn't have anything to do with it."