god of tomorrow

The man in the trench coat realized what had happened and cursed the Adventurers' Guild for being unreliable. He carefully examined the three of them and said, "You are students at the Royal Magic University... Fine, if you want to die, I won't stop you."

Three young men, oblivious to their own limitations, thought themselves very loyal and hoped to remain united even when facing death.

The man in the trench coat scoffed. He'd seen too many young people like this. Faced with overwhelming strength, they always cried and begged for mercy, claiming they didn't know him as they were just passing by.

If you want to die, then so be it!

The man in the trench coat led the three through the long street, circling it three times. After confirming that they were not being followed, he pushed open an inconspicuous small door, went down the stairs, and entered the underground world of the capital.

sewer!

At first it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, but after walking a hundred steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

Gao Wen had never seen such a spacious sewer system before; the space was enormous, and the scale of the infrastructure could even be described as magnificent.

Towering walls, arched domes, and passageways wide enough for four cars to drive side by side extend wildly in all directions like the veins of a giant beast, weaving together to form a vast underground network.

At regular intervals, a yellow lamp hangs on the wall.

The fact that it is not exposed to the light of day does not mean that it is devoid of people; on the contrary, the underground world of the capital is quite lively.

Aside from the ragged homeless people, there were many figures draped in black robes walking among them, some cautiously observing others, others whispering among themselves, engaging in unseen transactions.

black market!

The air quality was terrible; the smell of decay, dampness, and pungent chemicals mixed together, making it unbearable.

After walking for a full twenty minutes, the man in the trench coat finally stopped in a secluded corner.

The air here is dry and there is little odor. Not only are there lights hanging on the walls, but there are also sofas, televisions, and refrigerators. In the cabinet next to it, there are even silver barware and more than ten bottles of red wine.

The layout resembles a living room, and it's ridiculously covered with a red carpet, making it a veritable paradise in the underground world.

Six people, men and women, were sitting on the sofa, all wearing matching black trench coats, watching TV and drinking ice-cold beer, having a great time.

Gao Wen ignored the group of people and looked across the living room to the study.

Behind the desk where the telephones were placed sat an elderly man in a black robe, his wide hood hanging down, casting a deep shadow that covered most of his face, revealing only a pale chin with hard lines and no color.

Dylan.

Behind Dylan was a wall of metal shelves, displaying all sorts of glassware.

Under the light, the 'works' soaking in the translucent culture medium are vaguely visible: pale, rotting chunks of flesh; muscle tissue covered with strange blood vessels; deformed creatures writhing like leeches, trying to find an exit; and unidentified creatures' internal organs throbbing on their own.

This art style...it's definitely a villain!

The man in the trench coat stepped forward, whispered a few words in Dylan's ear, and pointed to Gawain's location.

Dylan slowly raised his head. He must have gone through something during this time. His condition was even worse than that of Professor Buber, whom Gawain knew well. He not only had no beard or hair, but even his eyebrows were gone. Under his pale skin, the black veins on his neck were clearly visible.

"You are Gauss?"

Dylan stood up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Tell me, what really happened in Sunset Town? My son didn't die at Rupert's hands; he's innocent. It was the King..."

"The king holds the secrets of hell, and Rupert was his doing..."

"The Church of Dawn is too powerful. They've seized upon the king's weakness, forcing him to submit..."

Dylan's voice grew louder and his hatred intensified. In his account, his foolish son had simply gone to a rural farmhouse to enjoy the simple rural atmosphere, only to stumble into the battlefield of the conflict between the king and the church, tragically becoming a political sacrifice.

Tell me, that's the truth!

[Host triggers quest [Plowing the Court and Sweeping the Cave]]

[Mission Description: Former court sorcerer Dylan is dissatisfied with the handling of the Sunset Town incident and has brought you here to seek the truth he desires. Reasoning with such a fanatical madman is useless; only by uprooting this den of evil can you succeed.]

[Task Rewards: 50 Experience Points, 3 Gold Coins, 150 Basic Free Attribute Points, 1 Hearse]

【Whether to accept? 】

【whether】

The reward is a bit low.

Gao Wen thought he would get millions of experience points, hundreds of thousands of gold coins, and thousands of free attribute points, but this is what he got?

Those who shouldn't be here might as well just ride along the highway!

Also, what's with the hearse? Is it some kind of large van with wreaths hanging on the front that he knows?

There's usually a reason for mission rewards. The system thinks the host's teammates are too strong, especially Hervy, who can take the host away on the spot with a single shy headbutt. With such powerful teammates by your side, it's not that sweeping through is effortless, but at least you'll be safe without any real danger.

If it doesn't achieve the desired training effect, it shouldn't be rewarded too much; otherwise, it would be irresponsible of Gao Wen.

I only included Dawn in the group; she invited me herself, and I couldn't refuse.

Gao Wen's face darkened. He really wanted to argue with the system. Yes, Hervi was indeed a powerful teammate, seriously affecting the mission balance. But from another perspective, Hervi was his girlfriend whom he had gone through countless hardships to win over. In a way, she was equivalent to the strength he had gained through hard work.

How did completing tasks through one's own efforts and hard skills become the gigolo the system calls a freeloader?

I'm not angry about the system I built myself.

"Gawain, is he talking to you?"

Herwi nudged Gawain, her silly girlfriend asking, "Among the three of them, does anyone look a lot like Gawain?"

Also, when did Gawain get involved in the Sunset Town incident...?

He already has a girlfriend, but he's always running around outside. We need to keep a closer eye on him in the future. What if he runs into some church one day and gets noticed by some saint?

Normally, a virtuous saint wouldn't be interested in Gawain, but Hervy doesn't think so. Her boyfriend is so outstanding, and she likes him, so why wouldn't the saint like him?

It's love at first sight, okay!

"Don't listen to his nonsense. He's so good at making things up; it's a waste of his talent if he doesn't write novels."

Gawain scoffed, saying that none of the noblemen who died in Sunset Town were good people. If Dylan wanted to clear his son's name, he should go to the underworld and ask the Lord of Death if those innocent souls could be reborn.

Dawn holds the same view: a scumbag is a scumbag. Instead of trying to whitewash his son, Dylan should reflect on how he raised his son.

This kind of scoundrel who only gives birth but doesn't raise his children deserves to be a father!

Dawn seemed to realize something, superimposed Dylan with a certain figure, drew his golden longsword, and transformed into a golden light as he rushed out.

Wait a minute, that's a high-level mage, you can't beat him!

Before Gawain could speak, Dawn had already rushed in front of Dylan with his sword, sweeping it horizontally, the golden light slashing straight at Dylan's pale neck.

Miss!

The moment the golden light touched Dylan, it was distorted by an invisible aura, and Dawn was ejected along with his sword, crashing into a concrete wall with a bang.

"Solar magic..."

Dylan chuckled, "These guests have quite a temper. Let's treat them well and teach them the most basic manners."

As soon as he finished speaking, eight men in black trench coats stepped forward.

Battle begins!

Chapter 105 The Human Body Has Limits

Eight men in black trench coats pressed down in unison. Although their steps were not perfectly synchronized, an invisible and heavy gloom swept through, causing the air to suddenly freeze.

Gawain's breath hitched, his body enveloped and bound by some wisps of energy, and his gaze toward the man in the black trench coat changed.

The suffocating aura wasn't a mental or magical attack; it was simply a sense of oppression created by sheer force.

Perhaps it was the murderous aura cultivated through years of fighting, or perhaps it was the cold, oppressive presence that came from being accustomed to bloodshed and carnage in the underworld. But whatever the reason, these minor characters were no ordinary individuals.

Bang!

Herwi threw a punch, and the nearest black trench coat was sent flying, its forehead embedded in the concrete ceiling. Its limbs twitched a couple of times before it went still.

Now I've truly become a mere extra.

Gawain: "..."

Let's pretend he didn't say anything.

Next, Hervy vividly demonstrated what it means to take down a child with a single punch. Any black trench coat that came into contact with her didn't even have a chance to react before being sent flying backwards in an instant.

The men in black trench coats, despite their seemingly fierce attacks, were actually clumsy and lacked any combat awareness in terms of spellcasting or counterattacks, making it hard to believe that they were a group of formidable and legitimate mages.

Even if someone manages to erect a magical shield, it's as fragile as paper under such overwhelming pressure. With a single punch, the shield shatters and the person flies away.

Gao Wen had his AI assistant record videos, and through modeling and analysis, he concluded that this wasn't simply a one-sided suppression of basic attributes, but also involved Hervy's precise control over the fighter jets and the overall situation. Each of her attacks was like a scalpel, precisely dissecting the blind spots in the black-coated men's defenses, using the simplest and most effective attacks to quickly dismantle the opponent's defenses and combat power.

Thus, there was a bizarre visual impact of one person surrounding eight others.

Having a girlfriend like this must be incredibly stressful.

Bang!

Watching the men in black trench coats soar into the sky one by one, reaching the pinnacle of their lives, Gao Wen fell silent.

The system's assessment is very fair. The top Baturu in the South District is too disruptive to the balance. With her around, the host can't get any training. She'll be clinging to her coattails the whole time, a complete gigolo.

Thinking of this, Gao Wenhua used a golden light to pry out the dusty-faced Dawn. After returning to the spot, the two obediently squatted in the corner.

(?_?(?_?;)

"Dawn, what do you think?"

"..."

What does it have to do with me? She's not my girlfriend.

Dawn curled his lip. Where were you before? Since you coveted Hervy's beauty, you have to pay the price. It's too late to regret it now.

Don't they realize that Hervi's looks and figure are among the best in the South District? Why is such a beautiful college student still single and has never been pursued by anyone?

Is it that you don't want to?

No, I wouldn't dare!

Gawain had known for a long time that Hervy was incredibly strong, but he didn't expect it to be this exaggerated. He asked in surprise, "Did our president participate in the Knight Ranking Tournament last year? With her abilities, she should have easily won first place."

Stop talking like that, that's your girlfriend!

Dawn rolled his eyes at Gawain, insisted on cutting himself, and refused to let the blood splatter on him. He explained, "The president does have the idea of ​​participating in the Knight Ranking Tournament, but Miss Lily does not allow her to sign up. In the past, the president has never been active on the highway, but only caused trouble for the catering businesses in the university town."

Not all students participate in the Knight Ranking Tournament; some are rich, some are too busy, and there are various other reasons.

Hervy was very free and wanted to make some money, but Lily suppressed her; Lily, on the other hand, kept to herself and rarely showed her face in public; Dawn had no intention of participating in the competition, knowing that her strength was far superior to her classmates, and that it would be unfair to compete on the same stage, so she politely gave up the opportunity to become famous.