Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Ciel, who lives in Bengbu, almost uttered a classic line.

"Stop fussing over your Far Eastern culture. It's not important." Chanis waved his hand dismissively. "I need to go prepare for Lord Rudra's work now, but there's something more important I need to entrust to you."

"Don't worry, brother, just tell me what it is." Charles said solemnly, bowing his head.

“There are bad people in the clan. They’re always trying to cause me trouble behind my back and take my place. This is something I should be investigating myself, but I’m leaving it to you now.”

Chanis patted Charles on the shoulder: "We share the same secret, and you are the one I trust the most."

"Okay, big brother, no problem, big brother." Charles grinned, revealing eight big white teeth: "You know me! I'm the most experienced when it comes to catching mice!"

Charles pursed his greasy lips: "It's about Big Brother, that... divine wine?"

Recalling Freya's words, Chanis patted Ciel on the shoulder: "Don't worry, do your job well, you won't be shortchanged."

……

Upon returning to their clan, Ciel was the first to suggest that they needed Chanis to provide divine wine.

Due to Freya's orders, Chanis did not refuse and directly opened the room where the divine wine was stored.

"This is all the Divine Wine we have in reserve right now. This is the best way to get leverage over those bastards."

"Can I dispose of these divine wines at will?"

"Yes, that's right."

Charles was surprised by Chanis's generosity. After seeing his expression, he realized that making money was no longer his primary goal. Surviving the turmoil of the Dark Faction and keeping his position as captain were his biggest concerns.

Waiting for Chanis to leave, Charles's fingers trembled as he lifted the plastic seal of a pool of divine wine, and the rich aroma filled the entire cellar.

Charles licked his lips, tilted his head back, and drank deeply, the wine sliding down his slightly protruding Adam's apple. A few moments later, with a crisp clang, the wine jar fell to the ground.

Without hesitation, Charles reached for the next jar.

The divine wine possesses a terrifying magic, much like the innocent youth and the row of bulky computer cases in a dark room.

It's like the little figure dancing on the screen and the arrow keys and spacebar that are smoking from being smashed.

After finishing each jar, a prompt seemed to pop into my head:

Attribute value +1

Attribute value +1...

Before he knew it, Charles had already drunk a full five jars of divine wine.

His mind was unusually clear at that moment.

【Wangwei】decomposes all the ingredients, completely converting the intoxicating alcohol into energy for absorption and rapid metabolism through the skin.

His body seemed to be rapidly adapting to the negative effects of the divine wine.

One hour passed, two hours passed...

When all the divine wine in the warehouse was reduced to ceramic shards scattered on the ground, Charles stood there in a daze, as if entering a state of enlightenment. He subconsciously reached out to find a new wine jar, but for some reason, he felt a slight sense of disgust.

"How is it?" A lazy, weak male voice suddenly came from behind.

At some point, Soma stood quietly behind Shire, watching him finish drinking all the divine wine.

Charles turned around and chuckled awkwardly, "So the divine wine... is just so-so."

Somo's lips curled up slightly: "It seems... my work still needs improvement."

"..." That's unnecessary.

Charles snapped out of his daze and stared at Somo with a puzzled look: "You... is there something else?"

Would you like to renew the favor?

Charles was slightly surprised; it was rare for Soma to take the initiative to inquire about the child's condition.

"It's only been a week."

"Right……"

Charles thought to himself: I've changed a lot. Perhaps Soma sensed something, which is why he came to find me.

The same is true.

After Loki broke into the Soma Familia without permission and stole the divine wine, Soma began to pay attention to the changes within the Familia, and the suspect naturally fell on Ciel.

After all, only Soma knew exactly what was going on with Shar's skills.

Seeing him in person today, his height, which has increased by a full 10 c (selt), confirms Soma's guess.

However, since Charles didn't want to talk about it, Soma didn't bother to ask...

After all, curiosity is nothing compared to social anxiety.

"I still have some divine wine here, you can take it too. If it's not the best wine, it's not worth keeping."

"You... perhaps you have a lot of free time?"

Hearing Sharl's voice, Soma looked up, staring blankly at the promising child.

Do I look like I have a lot of free time?

"Ah..." The words of refusal were left unsaid.

"By the way, I'd like to gather my clansmen tomorrow. Could you please pass on a message, Lord Soma?" Sharl asked, taking the opportunity to reply, "Lord Chanis is very busy lately and asked me to convey some information to him."

"……it is good."

That night, Charles went out for another big meal. Afterward, he went to the goblin vault to withdraw some money and then went to the guild to post a quest.

He hoped to recruit several adventurers of level 2 or higher to escort him through the various floors in his quest for ingredients. He had paid an advance of 500 million Fali, which was enough to attract many powerful adventurers.

After leaving the guild, Sharl returned to Pom's Shop.

The plan changed; black dragon scales are extremely precious ingredients! After much pleading and cajoling, they finally found a way to destroy the dragon scales from the shopkeeper, Pom.

As midnight approached, Shire obtained a small bag of powder worn off from dragon scales, and incidentally acquired an exhausted old goblin.

"As expected of an Earth Fairy, her expertise is perfectly matched!!"

"roll!"

After finishing his business, Charles returned to his small room in the clan as if nothing had happened, and had a good sleep to recharge for the new expedition.

Meanwhile, outside the walls of Orario.

A dark figure stepped into the coffered stone wall, used the momentum to leap, and soared a hundred meters to stand atop the city wall...

Chapter 52 Chardo: Let me see what Orario is capable of!

The man stood against the thick city wall, his piercing gaze scrutinizing the now-silent metropolis. It was a stark contrast to the bustling and vibrant landscape of his past memories; now, this city of heroes exuded an aura of death.

"To think that a bunch of scum could be so crushed that they couldn't even lift their heads."

With just one glance, the man discovered the ills of the city.

The initial anticipation of a new competitor sank to rock bottom.

The footsteps of guards could be heard in the distance. The man took two steps forward, easily leaped off the city wall, and landed silently.

In the pitch-black alley, the man took off his black robe.

The man was about forty years old, with short, purplish-red hair. On his resolute face were three hideous scars, his past and the honor of being a hero.

The man's name is "Gluttony" Chardo, and he was once a member of the "Zeus Familia," the pinnacle of the city.

After the God and Goddess factions failed in their campaign against the Black Dragon, he remained stationed outside the "barrier," accompanied by Hera's niece.

Two people nearing the end of their lives discussed how to end their failed lives.

Until... the appearance of that god-like figure—[Dark Erebus].

"Why don't you give me the last 'flame'?"

In the wind and snow, Erebus shook his hair, which was blacker than the underworld, making no attempt to conceal his divine might. He squinted his eyes like a child:

"Since we're all going to die anyway, we might as well become the world's stepping stone."

Recalling Erebus's plan.

"You want us to be your stepping stones? Let me see if Orario is qualified! At the very least, show us a level of capability that surpasses ours!"

This is the pride of a hegemon.

Even though their bodies are long gone, not everyone can trample on them and shout. If there is no hope for the future in Orario, then destroy this "failure" of the gods and use disaster and despair to give birth to the heroes of the era.

at the moment……

"Whether it lays the foundation or destroys it, let me witness it with my own eyes."

Chardo messed up his hair, tore his black robe to shreds, pulled out a strip to use as a headscarf, and took out an eye patch from his pocket to cover the scar at the corner of his eye.

With most of his face obscured, he, dressed in the ordinary clothes of a novice adventurer, quickly left the alley and blended into the crowd.

……

A noisy tavern.

The magic stone lamp cast a warm yellow glow, and the walls, covered with mottled scorch marks, reflected the noisy shadows of adventurers. The small space was filled with the smells of sweat and alcohol.

On the row of connected booths, a gray-haired werewolf with blue lightning-shaped scars on his face grinned, revealing sharp fangs.

"Hey, did you hear that? There's another nobody trying to grab attention lately. What, the 'Abyssal Maw' that can eat three cows in one go and become incredibly strong in an instant? Hahaha, that's hilarious! He's just a 'glutton,' and he actually dares to call himself that kind of 'title'?"

“Bert, didn’t I tell you not to laugh at others?”

The speaker was a human woman with chestnut hair, and judging from the insignia on her body, she appeared to be a member of the Veda Familia. This was quite rare for the Veda Familia, which was predominantly composed of orcs.

"Huh? What do you know, woman? A nobody like you with no skills will just die someday, no one knows how. Ha, I say you should go back to your hometown and farm, haha, with that kind of appetite, you'll probably starve to death."

"Bert!!" The girl swung her arm and choked the werewolf.

The girl's warm breath brushed against Bert's furry ears, making him blush.

"Idiot, you idiot~ Serenia, let go, you can't breathe."