That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"Just like now?"

“That’s right. If no one is by the Director’s side now, she cannot survive on her own. She has certain flaws in her personality. After the Director, it was Rafe, and after Rafe, it was Hall. Perhaps even the Director herself is unaware of her own personality flaws.”

"Does that mean she's not ready yet?"

"The old director left too suddenly, there's no point in talking about it now. How's the progress on Ritsuka's side at the Fourth Singularity?"

"It's not going very smoothly either." Da Vinci shook his head seriously, and seeing the exhaustion in Dr. Roman's eyes, he advised, "Roman, go and rest. I'll take over your position from now on."

Dr. Roman took a sip of coffee and said bitterly, "No, now is not the time to rest."

“I understand how you feel, but if you fall, it will only throw Chaldea into chaos. If anything happens or if I need to contact the director, I will wake you up.”

Dr. Roman reluctantly nodded: "Okay."

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Today is the S-series finals!

FPX team is amazing, another championship for the LPL region.

Chapter 383 Entrust the rest of your life to me.

The vast underground sacrificial site was devoid of any spirits, deep and silent, yet the oppressive atmosphere remained unchanged.

"What exactly was Ti Ma's reaction just now...?"

"Further in-depth research is necessary."

Hall extracted the true ether element and casually crafted it into a white robe, which he then put on and walked to the side of the ancient tomb.

This thing is the culprit behind this incident. It's unclear what Jingu did instigated those Ereshkigal priests to create undead that even the goddess of the underworld couldn't control.

The Demon Eye glowed with iridescent light, analyzing the divinity contained within the ancient tomb. Hall's expression was as heavy as his mood.

"Although Ereshkigal is not a high-ranking deity in Mesopotamian mythology, her status in the underworld surpasses that of all the gods."

"The existence of this ancient tomb is similar to that of Marduk's Axe; both are traces left by the gods on the earth."

"It's a wonder those Ereshkigal priests can use this thing."

To use a divinely created weapon, one must possess a corresponding level of divinity, and even with the same level of divinity, one may not necessarily be able to unleash the true power of the divinely created weapon.

The feathered serpent god, who was a principal deity in mythology along with Marduk, could only throw Marduk's axe, which weighed as much as a city.

The true power of Marduk's axe must be no less than that of the Quetzalcoatl's Sunstone.

This ancient tomb was not a weapon created by the gods, but rather a place used to worship the goddess of the underworld, Ereshkigal. Over time, the priests regarded this tomb as a substitute for the goddess of the underworld, and thus it became imbued with the goddess's divinity.

Hall pondered what use this thing was besides causing trouble.

Suddenly, a thick black fog reappeared above the ancient tomb, the temperature dropped, and the familiar Garura spirit, known to Hall, appeared, hissing, "Relay! Relay! Relay!"

The demonic eye detected a familiar aura. It was not created using this ancient tomb, but rather summoned as a true messenger of the underworld through the tomb as a medium.

Garula floated to Hall's side, gently placing an antique-looking mirror on its skeletal claws before vanishing in a flash of light.

Hall picked up the mirror and looked at himself. He saw the image of Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, reflected in the mirror. She was the true form of the goddess in the underworld, dressed in a black dress. The spear in her hand was no longer lightning, but had a fixed shape, a magnificent broad-bladed spear.

Ereshkigal asked into the mirror, "Hello~ Hello~ Can you hear me?"

“I can see and I can hear,” Hall replied, moving the mirror and finding that the camera lens moved with it.

Ereshkigal looked Hall up and down, then breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems you're really alright. I used my last bit of strength to teleport your companion away, and the spirit I created has disappeared. It's basically impossible for it to come to the surface again, so I'm lending you this ancient mirror of the underworld so that we can communicate in the future."

Cannot come to the ground...

Hall said casually, "If you want to come to the ground, you can just borrow another body from yours."

"Huh?" Ereshkigal was taken aback and pondered seriously.

It took her a while to confirm that the method was feasible. Ereshkigal smiled and stared at Hall, saying, "Speaking of which, half of the credit for saving your companion is mine, isn't it?"

Hall sensed a greedy quality in Ereshkigal's smile, similar to that of Rin Tohsaka, as well as an aura of trouble. He said bluntly, "It was your priest who caused this incident."

Ereshkigal looked dejected and innocent as he said, "I was kept in the dark too. In short, I have nothing to do with this incident, but it's true that I helped you rescue your companion. In return, don't you think you should do something for the goddess?"

"Offer up your soul?"

"No, your soul isn't that cheap. Just like you said, I can borrow another version of myself's body as long as it's nighttime."

Hall frowned, not expecting his suggestion to cause him trouble. "So, is there anything you want me to do?"

“That’s right. You must bring the other me to the territory of the underworld, namely Kusa City, so that I can contact her and establish a connection. Given your relationship with the other me, it shouldn’t be difficult.”

"What kind of relationship do I have with Ishtar?" Hall was speechless.

Ereshkigal casually remarked, "Lover or something."

In the original mythology, Ishtar had many lovers, but after being summoned by possessing Rin Tohsaka, she was no longer the original Venusian star. Even Gilgamesh, the most persistent one, only confronted her out of resentment.

But Ereshkigal's seemingly joking words are not far from the truth.

"..."

Ereshkigal was on the verge of tears: "So, are you going to refute me or not?!"

Hall's lips twitched. "I promise you I'll lure Ishtar to Kusa City, but don't get your hopes up too high. Also, what should we do with this thing?"

Hall pointed to the ancient tomb.

“That was something I discarded. I never expected it to cause such a big problem. I can’t reach the ground. I could only use it as a medium to briefly summon the messenger just now… I don’t need it. Do with it.”

Hall nodded.

"Let's seal it away for now to prevent others from using it to cause trouble." Hall clasped his hands together, and the true ethereal elements of the God Era flowed and gathered, emitting blue lightning.

呲味~

With a gentle pat of both hands, the ancient tomb unfolds its alchemy array, causing the soil to churn and the tomb to sink underground, concealing its presence. Then, bricks and stones are laid back on top.

The ancient tomb is protected by a magic array, so even if it is found, no one stronger than Hall could easily break through the barrier.

Hall yawned, shutting down the independent magic circuits of his Mystic Eyes. His body and mind had been pushed to their limits in this battle. He muttered to himself, "Time to go back. I need to get a good night's sleep to recover."

Inside the ancient mirror of the underworld, Ereshkigal said dejectedly, "Although I don't know what method you used to eliminate the undead, it must have been difficult. I'll let you go this time."

The mirror shook and became a normal mirror.

Hall put away the Underworld Mirror and went back along the path he had come from. He hadn't gone far when he saw a blue glowing object float out from a crack in the wall and land in front of Hall.

Water elemental spirit familiar.

Hall asked curiously, "We've already dealt with those priests, are there any who escaped?"

The water elemental spirit familiar floated around Hall's body, conveying a message: a living being was approaching Hall's location.

"Only one person? Could it be the director? With the power that Ereshkigal had left back then, it would have been impossible to teleport the director to the ground."

Hall flicked his finger at the water elemental spirit familiar, and a faint light flickered, projecting the image of Olkimari moving forward in the dark. Her silver-white hair was messy, her face was full of worry, and her short dress and red stockings were covered in mud, making her look disheveled.

"They were already taken to a safe place, why did they have to come back?" Hall was both annoyed and amused. If he hadn't dealt with those undead, Olga Marie returning to the sacrificial site would have been suicide.

However, Olga Marie's plan to return was irrational, but she acted very cautiously, using magic to explore the underground palace and avoiding any undead that might expose her whereabouts.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Hall and Olga Marie met in a fairly spacious passageway.

The moment Olga Marie saw Hall, she couldn't hide her surprise and joy; her expression was even more moved than when she saw Rafe alive in Singularity F.

"Hall! You're alive..."

Olga Marie took a step forward and then stopped. Her surprise quickly turned into wariness. She raised her right hand, and a magical light bullet formed from her fingertips, aiming at Hall's head. She asked seriously, "Are you really Hall? If my memory serves me right, you should have been devoured by the undead. Why are you here so quickly?"

Hall was speechless: "Who do you think I am? How could a mere undead possibly kill me?"

"Answer my three questions."

"Okay, just don't make it too difficult."

"my name."

"Olga Marie, head of the Animusfi family, one of the twelve prestigious magic families of the Clock Tower, Olga Marie Asmirette Animusfi."

Olga Marie's expression brightened slightly as she continued to ask, "What is the true name of the Servant I brought to this world?"

Joan of Arc, the saint who saved the country.

"The name of the organization we belong to."

“Phineas Chaldea, the organization that ensures the survival of human reason.”

Olga Marie broke free of the spell, tears welling in her eyes. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing with joy, and murmured, "Thank goodness, it really is you...you really survived, you're alright, thank goodness, Hall..."

Hall walked over, extended his hand and smiled, "You're alright. You were worried about me coming back. If we had encountered danger again, all my efforts would have been in vain."

Olga Marie wiped away her tears with her sleeve, met Hall's smiling gaze, and felt embarrassed by her own lapse in composure.

She reached out and grabbed Hall's right hand to stand up. Her pretty face flushed red, she pretended to be calm, turned her face away and muttered softly, "I just don't want to see anyone die because of saving me. The thing I hate most is owing people favors."

“Okay.” Hall shrugged.

"What...?"

Seeing Hall's unremarkable reaction, Olkimari bit her thin lips, made up her mind, took a step forward, wrapped her arms around Hall's neck, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

It was softer than last time, more proactive than last time, and more intense than last time.

Hall embraced Olga Marie's slender waist with both hands, savoring the intense emotions within her kiss.

Lip points.

Olga Marie touched her lips in a daze, unable to believe she had done such a thing. She buried her head in Hall's shoulder and whispered, "Why are you so cold? Why didn't you react more strongly?"

"Is this what you want me to do?"

"I... just want you to understand me better."

“I know. Even if you didn’t say it just now, knowing that it might not be of any use, you still risked your life to come back to me. That’s not something a magician or a big shot like the director of Chaldea would do.” Hall gently patted Olga Marie’s back, comforting her softly.

“I’m not a big shot. I’m scared. If I’m trapped there until I die… I can’t sense Jeanne’s contract and can’t use magic. I can’t do anything. I just think that you might come to save me. That’s all I think about. I’m weak. I only think about you and can only rely on you.”

"It's not just a possibility, it's a certainty."

“Definitely? You clearly said last time that you might betray me like Rafe did.” Olga Marie said resentfully.

"I've changed my mind."