Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

"Besides, he's not 'taken,' is he?"

"I had absolutely no idea at the time. If I had known that 'Noname' had such a rare child, Loki, you wouldn't have even had a chance."

"I remember you were really disgusted by it back then, weren't you?"

Loki scratched his toes speechlessly: "I knew you guys... you're just after my meager assets."

To the gods, the death of children is nothing more than a return to the heavens, where they will reappear in another form after a brief moment (in the blink of an eye).

The gods, who are not very sentimental, may feel some reluctance, but it's just like breaking up with a girlfriend—a slight "heartbreak."

The wicked god, on the other hand, completely disregards it.

As the gods discussed giving us those children...

"Enough is enough for me." Dionysus waved his hand, tears and anger welling in his eyes. "Your people died in the wicked lair. You lack empathy and only know how to enjoy yourselves. You can't possibly understand how the children felt."

"If that's the case, then shut your mouth. Otherwise, the children will cry!"

Loki sniffed the air: "Hmm? Dionysus, are you drunk?"

"Loki! Don't underestimate all the gods! We are different from you! We have hearts!"

"Are you saying we have no heart?" Loki opened his narrowed eyes, his sharp red pupils fixed on Dionysus:

"We've already made enough concessions to you, haven't we? We've agreed to your entire force's attack on our clan, and we've even allowed you to seek outside help. What more do you want? Or perhaps..."

Loki's tone turned icy: "Do you really want us to send you all back to Heaven?"

The sunlight outside shone on Loki's back, and his dark shadow gradually lengthened...

At this moment, the gods seemed to recall the "nature" of this number one troublemaker in the heavens, the god who brought about the end of all things.

"Let's end this farce here. People are tired of watching the show."

A languid voice fell upon the silent hall, and the gods' gazes turned to the silver-haired goddess on the high platform.

“Loki has already given an explanation, and that’s enough.”

“Freya…” Loki puffed out his cheeks, squinted at his wicked friend, and complained, “Are you here to laugh at me too?”

"Oh dear, I'm just trying to help you," Freya said innocently, raising her eyes.

"Then what about the Dark Demon Sword?" Loki said with a look that said, 'I saw right through your plan.'

"You want that child too, don't you?"

You wouldn't believe it, would you? That child was supposed to be my younger brother from the very beginning… Freya chuckled softly, her words enigmatic:

"It was just to give that kid some good training... Look... sigh, he's really embarrassing me."

……

At this moment, in the Mirror of God.

As the declaration to begin the war game fell.

The captain of the 'alliance' consisting of 20 clans all turned their gazes toward the [Black Demon Sword], who was leaning against a tree with his face buried in his scarf.

"Mr. Hegny, which wall should we attack first?"

"Mr. Hegny, please lead us to victory!"

"Mr. Hegney, everything depends on you!"

Among the adventurers who survived on the 27th floor, most were only level 2. Their predecessors had long since sacrificed themselves to cover their retreat, and their clans had fallen apart.

Of these 20 clans, apart from the reinforcements from a few that joined, the total number did not exceed 200.

Half of them were Yang Guo, a hero who was physically disabled but had a strong will.

Among this alliance of 200 adventurers, mostly level 2 and a few level 3, Hegni, at level 6, stood out like a crane among chickens.

Although they were hoping for support from "Bear Daddy," he was still in the enemy camp, so they could only rely on the [Black Demon Sword] to break through the current situation.

however……

Don't...don't look at me...

Don't look at me! Don't look at me! Don't look at me! Don't look at me!

Aaaaaaah... A stranger is staring at me! Aaaaaah...!

Brown skin and silver hair that resembled pale purple, he was wrapped in a jet-black coat and clothes, and held an ominous black longsword in his hand.

Despite being urged on by the crowd, the dark elf remained silent.

"Mr. Hegney, are you perhaps afraid of even a level 6?"

"We can understand that. After all, we are going to be enemies with the royal family and the emperor. It's inevitable that we'll be tense."

"Ah...now that you mention it, I suddenly realized that if Lady Rivera gave me a disdainful look, I'd probably be mortified, hehe~"

"Shut up! We absolutely refuse to acknowledge a man like you as one of our own!"

The elves in the allied forces whispered among themselves.

The sound reached Hegny's ears...

He panicked.

Moreover, it was a state of extreme panic.

A dangerous glint in its eyes, darting about, betrayed its aversion to eye contact; the cold smile that appeared was merely a twitch of the cheek and a slight upturn of the lips. This extremely shy and practically nonexistent fairy, with a heart pounding wildly, transformed into a monstrous creature behaving suspiciously.

Oh no, oh no, I have to say something!

If this continues, morale... the task Lady Freya entrusted to me will...

Aaaaaaahh ...

"Ah, no need to worry. This body is a cold-blooded servant chosen by endless darkness...!" Hegni feigned calmness with his usual twisted words.

Then, he transformed into the appearance of a cold warrior and declared: "Cool, cool, cool! If we meet on the battlefield, I will use this sword to cleave him in two and sever all his limbs—all my actions are for the goddess."

The elves: "..."

"No, what is he saying?"

"It looks like they're going to cut off Riveria's limbs."

"How could you think like that? At most, we could tie that person's hands behind their back with a rope and stuff their mouth with a handkerchief made of clear spring water... hehehe."

"Hey, wasn't that you just now! You rude scoundrel! Throw this traitorous fairy out!"

"Gaaaaaaahh ...

Hegny's heart pounded violently, and the sound of blood flowing backward rang in everyone's ears.

He watched helplessly as an elf was beaten to the ground by a mob of angry punches and thrown into the forest like non-combustible garbage, turning into fertilizer.

While pondering whether or not to change the opening line...

“This encouragement…” a familiar teasing voice rang out:

"Mr. Hegney, could this be the legendary 'Emperor Engine'?"

Chapter 351 The Emperor's Engine?

"The Emperor's Engine?" The adventurers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"So... didn't you hear that? This oppressive aura, this presence! And then... that expression!"

Thump thump thump thump————

As the surrounding crowd fell silent and all eyes turned back to Hegni, the powerful, oppressive rousing voice moved the adventurers.

"You feel it, don't you! This is the rousing voice of a king who looks down upon all!"

"With the Black Demon Sword, we have nothing to fear from Finn! Mr. Hegny will lead us to victory!" Charles raised his arms and proclaimed loudly.

"Hegney! Hegney! Hegney!"

Yamero...

Hegny's expression grew increasingly stiff and gloomy, a sinister smirk appearing on his lips. He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

No! Don't look at me like that! Aaaaaaaah!

No, no, no, they all said no.

Why is that?! Why am I only a Level 1 adventurer?! I don't want to be seen by anyone!

I want to fight in the darkness, or rather, I want to become the darkness itself, to become the embodiment of darkness. No! This won't do! It's so painful! I just want to hide away in the forest!!

Why did I have to participate in this war game?! Hedin and the silly cat would have been fine too; there were plenty of other options…

I can't stand it anymore, I really want to enjoy Freya-sama's lap pillow - no, I want to give Freya-sama a lap pillow.

Hegney had tried his best and suppressed his paranoia.

But the thought of his foolishness being broadcast to the whole world through the "Mirror of God" shattered his spirit.

It's already failing, but you should still use it...

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Hegni, like a knight, or perhaps to cover his face, held his sword with both hands, the tips pointing to the sky.

At the same time, a black magic circle appeared beneath their feet.

"【Sword drawn, King of Demonic Swords, Hui Wang】!"

"[Rationality is the reward, blood is the sacrifice. The feast continues—the slaughter never ceases.]"

"【Dainslev】"

Under the spell of trembling magic, Hegni's lips naturally curled up, and his eyes became arrogant and haughty.

The adventurer's heart pounded in his ears, transforming into a continuous thud...

"Is it starting?! Emperor Engine!" Charles roared.

"I'm tired of seeing that trembling look..."

"You defiled lives, you vile creatures! In the name of the Demon King, I will hear your repentance! The price will be your fresh blood!"