Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Nar witnessed a figure who should have been blown to pieces in the dungeon, but instead suddenly crawled out of the unknown abyss, and his heart was filled with clarity.

"Come, help me, I want to see the sky." Her murmur echoed in my mind.

Before my eyes, Anila's gentle whisper could be heard:

"Nar, Nar. Don't cry."

"No matter what you become, you are still Nar..."

"Come on, help me. It's so dark here, I want to see the sky."

At some point, the murmur of "her" in my mind overlapped with Anila's voice.

"what."

Ah... I think... I'm probably drunk.

Nar will never forget how Anila pushed him away, was pierced by tentacles, and then exploded into pieces.

"Don't show me illusions..."

He raised his head, his vision turning blood-red. He stood alone in the pool of blood, watching the phantom of Anila being pierced through the back by Finn's spear, his eyes lifeless and empty.

He hated Finn; if it weren't for him, countless tragedies wouldn't have happened.

But he loathed even more the "she" who killed, manipulated, and distorted the beautiful Anila in his memories.

The crimson world vanished, turning into blankness, followed by a sea of ​​flowers. Anila, with her hands behind her back, turned around and smiled at him.

"Hey—, what are you spacing out for?"

Suddenly, it felt as if a dream had been shattered.

Nar's spirit returned to the original underground wine cellar.

Dionysus looked at him with a smile. And the one who spoke was young Anila.

Her fiery red hair swayed, and a smile bloomed on her energetic brown face: "How can someone so clumsy be a regimental commander in the future?"

"..."

Nar remembered; it was a memory from his childhood.

"Didn't we agree? You'll be the leader, and I'll be the assistant leader!"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you want to back out?"

"Someone as reckless and foolish as you would run off into the distance if you weren't kept in watchful eyes for a moment."

The girl, hands on her hips, said, "If I hadn't been watching you, someone with Nar's personality would have accidentally died in the dungeon sooner or later."

"..."

"Don't make that face."

"Hey, Gnar, are you an idiot? I'll keep an eye on you. If you act impulsively, I'll stop you!"

"So... Nar. Pinky promise, let's work together for Lord Dionysus's tragic wish!"

The girl extended her little finger toward young Nal.

"What? I don't want you to pull me! I'll take care of anything that might hurt Anila first! Hehe, I'm super strong." A childish voice rang out inside her.

don't want……

Don't readily agree to promises that are impossible to keep!

The adult Nar cried out in his heart.

He couldn't stop his younger self from extending his little finger and making a pinky promise with Anila.

Anila kept her promise and pushed her dying self away.

However, he does not seem to have kept his promise to kill the monster that was harming the girl.

Right now... there's only one promise left, and he absolutely must fulfill it!

"What's this?"

Nar covered his face, and Anila disappeared from his sight, leaving only Dionysus's ambiguous smile.

Is this the best that a semi-finished product can achieve?

Dionysus secretly thought:

He realized that Nar's will to survive and seek revenge was not strong. He initially tried to take advantage of the elves' fastidiousness, using him as the only one willing to accept such an oddball, to make Nar only have eyes for him.

However, Dionysus failed.

He realized that Nar seemed to have something more important and irreplaceable.

That's Anila. If we use Anila... he'll obediently listen to us.

So he took out his private stash of "divine wine".

This is a work far surpassing Soma's; it is a heretical thing that can make people unconsciously fall into a state of intoxication, altering their cognition and consciousness.

"An illusion... but it's not just an illusion. If we use the divine power of the immortals to spread the aroma of wine to every corner of the world, then the whole world, whether it's demons or humans, will fall into a dream."

"Infinite Madness Orchia. That's what I call it."

“Hey, Nar,” Dionysus extended his hand, “let us expose the hypocrisy of the ‘Hero,’ and then create a world without sorrow or trouble, only happiness and joy! A world where Anila exists!”

This is a lie.

Having confirmed the existence of the "Fallen Fairy Essence" while searching for materials, a crucial step in his plan was completed.

Therefore, he needed a proxy. However, he searched through countless corpses and repeatedly embedded magic stones, while the children were blown into pieces amidst their wails.

Unexpectedly, Nar would undergo a transformation and become a "weirdo".

Therefore, we must win him over and make use of him, even if it means using lies to entice him.

"Is this your wish?" Nar raised his lifeless eyes and stared blankly at Dionysus.

Nar was not as fragile as Philvis. After getting through the initial confusion and chaos of becoming a monster, he had no desires other than settling scores with Finn and even killing the "Fallen Fairy".

The former requires a strength level of 6 or higher;

The latter, as his "tentacle," is almost impossible for him to do.

But he can cause trouble; the more the "Fallen Fairy" wants him to do something, the more he tries to stop it. The more something is forbidden, the more it proves to be right, and the more he wants to do it.

but……

The memories of his childhood brought by the divine wine illuminated a beacon of light for his bleak future.

He may not be able to fulfill Anila's promise to slay the "Fallen Fairy," but he can take Anila's place and fulfill Dionysus's tragic wish.

The gods' wishes do not conflict with his demands.

Shatter Finn's proud title of "Hero," smash everything he hoped for, and then kill him. Then, using the power of the "Fallen Fairy," meet Anila and tell her that you have also fulfilled your promise.

And if you don't die, it's not so bad to just wallow in alcohol.

At the same time, he also vaguely sensed something was wrong with Dionysus himself.

It seems understandable that at that time, Phil Weiss broke down and questioned whether she was real, a question for which she couldn't understand at the time.

But it's okay...

“Stop it…” Nar interrupted Dionysus: “Stop weaving such absurd and ridiculous lies.”

"!" Dionysus was stunned... Had the divine wine failed to work?

"If you wish to use this body, I will abide by the 'agreement' and become your tool."

"Why are you so calm?" Dionysus asked, squinting.

Nar laughed, "The 'Hero' is fake, 'Justice' is fake, 'Anila' is fake, and the 'God' is fake too. What's the use of cursing now, a world already full of lies and illusions?"

"I have absolutely no interest in this illusory world that will disappear sooner or later, and there is no point in continuing to create another 'illusory' world on top of it."

"Then why?"

“Because of the promise…” Nar raised his head, “Nar is dead. What drives this body now is merely an obsession called ‘the promise.’”

"Destroy whatever harms Anila! Then, along with her share, fulfill Dionysus's tragic wish. That's all."

"As for... what your wish is, that's not important."

Upon hearing this, Dionysus raised the corners of his mouth: "That's good. Well then, go and prepare; we'll cause some trouble for 'Hero' first."

Chapter 342 Belle's Relics

Orario.

A continuous drizzle enveloped the city, mourning the wronged souls who died unjustly.

The adventurer, dragging a corpse and with his body mutilated, stood out starkly against the excited and hopeful smiles on the faces of the residents along the way, bathed in the rain.

No one cared about the adventurers' low spirits; similar things had been happening all along.

There were just a few more today.

Compared to Finn's victory, it was utterly insignificant.

The adventurers were surrounded by voices praising Finn's wisdom and decisiveness, and they looked forward to a peaceful future for the city.

Yes, adventurers also yearn for a city where the Dark Faction is gone, where they can enjoy a rare period of peace and no longer live in fear of explosions from unknown sources.

But this is unfair to those predecessors who sacrificed their lives for them.

Even if they didn't consider that Finn was using them to their deaths, they still wouldn't allow Finn to embezzle the future that their predecessors had fought so hard for.

Finn could not possibly expose his crimes.

Therefore, these adventurers who ventured deep into the 27th floor for the deadly battle were simply unlucky victims of an attack by the Dark Faction. In the eyes of the city's residents, perhaps their survival was due to Finn's timely return of the gods to the surface, which bought them a chance to turn the tide.