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Blaze was smashed down almost instantly, and the hunger that even the Black Beast Knight's armor couldn't suppress came over him.

Hunger is the most primitive and ubiquitous desire in this world. Even the threat of death comes second to hunger.

Life will become weak because of hunger, become irritable because of hunger, collapse because of hunger, and even self-harm because of hunger.

Blaze walked on a dark road, and lights appeared from time to time on both sides of the road, illuminating the story in the darkness.

He was an extremely evil and tyrannical god who symbolized death from birth.

The gods could not call her an evil god, because evil was her inherited nature, and sadism was something she learned as soon as she opened her eyes. The gods were afraid of her power, so she was naturally thrown into prison.

The evil gods don't care about this at all, even in the garbage dump there are toys that can be used for torture and fun.

Just as she was expecting a look of fear, what she got was indifference.

It turned out that Death was so inconspicuous in the afterlife, and she was hardly feared by any of the dead.

She sat down amid the disgusting rubbish, and thought of ways to amuse herself, for she knew no torture other than death.

Until she felt the hunger in her stomach. Even gods need to eat.

Unlike normal life, she feeds on hunger!

What a horrible eating scene it was, it was as disgusting and horrifying as eating excrement. She only ate once or twice, and the gods turned pale with fear.

"I was filled with immense pride, anticipating fear, and hosting my grand first meal in Helm."

A person was walking side by side with Blaze. She was a tall woman whose appearance could not be seen clearly. It seemed that she had been here from the beginning, leading the way for Blaze.

“I mistook the disgusted expressions of all living things for flowers, but do you know what I saw?”

"Maybe it's happiness." Blaze covered his stomach. The hunger in his stomach gradually subsided, and was replaced by the happiness after eating and drinking.

But simple happiness.

The dead did not expect that they would feel hungry after death. What was even more tragic was that in this world of death, they could not even harvest food by cultivating the land. They could only suffer from hunger forever.

The dead knew it when they were alive. Those who died in battle entered heaven and enjoyed honor, while others fell into hell and suffered torture. They complained about why they did not die in battle, and even children who had just learned to speak began to say that they should kill people.

And a god who feeds on hunger appears.

That moment was probably a relief for the dead, as being beside that god was heaven.

"It took me a long time to realize that the gods up there didn't know what it felt like to be hungry. They hated me and were afraid of me, and they thought that my act of eating my hunger was like eating my soul."

"So they built a palace for you?" Blaze looked toward a clearing lit up by the darkness.

Countless little people were building a tall building around something like ants. Even though it was a miniature version, Blaze could see the glory of the future from it.

It is a belief born from no longer feeling hungry. This belief is much more simple and profound than wealth, miracles, and power.

“I didn’t have to reject their voluntary contributions, nor did I have to reject their sincere gratitude. I didn’t have to do more, and I was changed.”

"I think this should be called growth and maturity." Blaze complained helplessly. He saw clearly that this hungry god was deliberately posing like that in order to make the gods feel nauseous and scared.

It's like, since you say I'm an evil, ugly monster, then I'm going to show you how ugly I really am, quite childish and rebellious.

Such childish rebellion against a god of immense power would be a disaster, and healing or understanding her would be nearly impossible, the mere thought of which would cause this sensitive monster to explode.

The simple faith of the dead, their gratitude for no longer being hungry, told the monster what kind of god he was.

Hela, the goddess of death, is not the god who brings death, but the god of the dead.

And God should bear the suffering for all living beings.

"You're pretty hard on yourself."

"Each each other."

It doesn't matter who started and who ended the last conversation. They all believed that they chose to endure suffering because they could bear it and they should bear it.

【Anti-hunger A-?】

【Metamorphosis Z】

[Each time you endure a negative state, the corresponding transformation level of the negative state will be accumulated. Transformation level +1 will provide a +10 gain to all attributes, and at the same time increase the resistance to the corresponding negative state. ]

[This is a reward for those who have gone through hardships, completed their transformation, and yet move on to the next hardship without hesitation. ]

Chapter 513: The End of the Myth of the God of Light

[Palace Eleudnir], the residence of the mistress of the underworld of Helheim, is so magnificent and huge that it all comes from the devout belief of the dead in their gods.

The great goddess of death gave them peace in hell and promised them a future like paradise. The dead did not know what the goddess they believed in looked like because they had not seen her for a long time.

It's not that I don't want to see her, but once I get involved, it will inevitably cause trouble for the goddess.

When a happy laughter came from the palace of Eleudnir, the dead could not help but push open the door. They heard the goddess' voice again and felt happy from it.

They saw the mistress of the underworld of Helm, who was undoubtedly a beautiful and noble goddess. She had a body as tall as a giant, thin but not dry, and although her face was cold and beautiful, there was fatigue between her brows.

The goddess' skin always reminds people of the bright moon, but the mistress's skin is full of fine wrinkles.

Her beauty does not lie in her appearance or strength, but in the countless years of her unremitting efforts to fulfill her duties as a god. No matter what form she exists in, she is always a beautiful mistress in the eyes of the dead.

“I’m losing weight too fast, but I don’t have time to lose weight properly.” Hela moved her fingers. After many years of transformation, she no longer cared about her appearance. As long as she could achieve her goal, it was enough.

Now that the hunger in her body had been completely transferred, the long-lost, normal hunger made her feel refreshed.

Hela leaned forward and tentatively touched the ground with her toes. The coldness from her toes made her feel a little dazed. She repeatedly exerted force until she was sure it was not an illusion before she actually took a step forward.

She jumped forward two steps happily as if she had become younger, and could not help but spin on the spot, like a dancer showing off herself on a huge stage.

This is the dance of the real goddess of death.

"Whoo~"

Hela sighed tiredly. These few steps were the most intense exercise she had ever done in countless years.

clap clap-

Waves of applause poured down from overhead. The entire [Palace Eludnir] seemed like a magnificent stage, and countless audiences gave thunderous applause to the performers in the center.

Hela lowered her head sharply, her face flushed in the shadows. She was indeed performing a solo dance in public, with all the dead people who had accumulated since the birth of Helm's underworld until now as spectators.

"It's really surprising that the power of the goddess of death has been restored." Balder spoke without understanding the atmosphere and looked at Hela leisurely.

"But so what? Even if your strength is a hundred times stronger, you can't hurt me after I'm resurrected."

"Bader, everything in this world has its cause and effect. This saying is demonstrated to the fullest extent in you."

At first Balder did not understand Hela's ridicule, but as the seemingly endless gates of the dead were opened, someone finally appeared who made his expression change.

There were dwarves, incredible numbers of them.

He didn't remember the names of these dwarves, because they were just insignificant little creatures. But he remembered them very clearly, and he had to recite their names when he threw Gungnir.

Those were dwarves who were assassinated by Gungnir who appeared out of nowhere and died miserably in the underworld of Helheim.

"Well, so what, what can these dwarves bring you?"

Balder's voice trembled a little, and he stepped back subconsciously, but the chain suddenly stretched and made him fall to the ground. Blaze was stepping on the iron chain that pierced his ankle and looked at him coldly.

“Without fire and without flesh, are the dwarves nothing to be feared?” Hela raised her hands and clapped them, and the dead dwarves threw out countless glittering golden objects from their respective rooms.

Those little stars looked tiny and beautiful in the sky, but they were chilling when they fell. They were sharp blades made of gold, with barbs spreading all over the blades like some kind of parasitic plant.

"Golden, mistletoe?!"

Hela stretched out her right hand, pressed two fingers on her eyes, and then pointed at Balder. During this process, two gold coins appeared in Hela's eye sockets.

"You've caused so many people to fall into Helm's Underworld that the gold coins have piled up like a mountain."

"The dwarves gathered the rays of the dead sun (you) that never sets, melted all the gold, and scooped out these blades in their hands from the golden river."

“Everything that started with you, and everything that ended up happening to you without missing a single one.” Hela walked slowly towards Balder, casually pulled out a golden blade, and appeared behind Balder like a ghost in a few flashes.

"Damn sun, it's time for you to go down the mountain."

Hela grabbed Balder's hair and slowly dragged him out of [Palace Eleudnir].

"Ah, ahhhh!" Balder lost the ability to speak and kept screaming and struggling. None of what he wanted to see happened.

"Badur, from today on, you will be resurrected once a day and then die once. I will make your resurrection very slowly and your death very slowly. Only in this way can you become a loyal and responsible sun and give different brightness to Helm at different times of the day."

“Don’t worry, when I get tired of you, I won’t torture you like this.” When Hela walked away from the palace, the smile she gave her when she looked back made Balder’s eyes widen and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"It will probably take ten thousand years."

Legend has it that after the God of Light fell into the underworld of Helheim, he suffered inhuman torture from the goddess of death every day.

It is also said that the world mourned the death of the God of Light, so they sent a messenger to plead with the Goddess of Death to let the God of Light go. The Goddess of Death threatened that if all the living things in the world shed tears for the God of Light, she would resurrect the God of Light.

But this legend has come to an abrupt end long ago. Both the messenger and all the living beings who shed tears for the light were burned to ashes in a fire.

No one remembers the God of Light, and no one will shed even a tear for the God of Light.

The dead sun that had been scorching Helheim's underworld set silently and disappeared at the bank of the Dagiol River. That would be the place where the sun of Helheim's underworld would rise and set in the future.

Although it doesn't rise in the east and set in the west like a normal sun, it's better than nothing.

A long-lost cool breeze came over, although this was just a return to the dead silence of the past without the sun, but perhaps because of the heat of the dead sun in the past few days, this dead silence was called the night of the underworld of Helheim.

Chapter 514 Hela is busy, busy with the sunset

Hela is very busy. In the past, she was busy eating the hunger of the dead so that the dead would not be affected by hunger after death.

Now Hela is busy killing Balder. She must make sure that Balder's death process takes just one night, and that Balder's resurrection takes no more than one day.

This is an extremely difficult task. Fortunately, Hela has never lacked time and is not that meticulous. It is enough to collect enough sunsets in a day.

Players who enter the underworld of Helm often see a tall woman dragging a man slowly forward. The man looks like a pitiful prisoner with iron chains piercing his limbs.

Normally, this would be the time for players to step up. But they already knew that this was just a special sun rise sticker in the special map of Helm, so they didn't need to worry about it.

Of course, if she really did fight, she would just be kicked out of Helheim immediately. Because this woman was the mistress of Helheim, and fighting against the mistress of a house, being kicked out was already a good outcome.

However, if you make a certain contribution to the construction of Helm's underworld, you can take a photo with Hela. This is hidden information that most people don't know.

“Does this mean the crisis has been resolved?”

Blaze breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the cool breeze blowing from outside the Palace Elyudnir, and sat down on the silver throne. He couldn't care less at this moment, he just felt that this chair was just right.

"After so many years of starvation, wouldn't Hela have developed a corresponding resistance?"

"For normal life, hunger is a negative state, but for Hela, the goddess of death, hunger is her best tonic." The chicken showed the same tired state. Unfortunately, the resistance skill was born from the flesh, and she did not obtain the corresponding skill.

"You can treat her condition as a recovery potion with no side effects. You drank too much and ended up not being able to use it anymore."

“Well, if we attack Hela directly, can we also consume the hunger stored in Hela’s body?” Blaze was stunned, feeling that he had discovered a blind spot.

If he had known there was such a method, he would not have taken the unknown risk to transfer the curse. Fortunately, the final result was a happy ending for everyone, Hela was freed, and he also gained new skills.

"The next step is to head to the underground world, but I don't know the coordinates of the underground world. Can I use the power of the eight-legged warhorse to travel there?" Blaze shook his feet and stretched hard.

Even if there was a huge crisis at this moment, he would still lazily think in his full stomach after being hungry. This was probably because he was full and felt relaxed, thinking that there was nothing to worry about.

"I'll know about this kind of thing once I acquire the corresponding skills." The chicken was also very relaxed, but this relaxation made Blaze unable to hold back.

"Your words are very disturbing!"

Blazer was very sure that his relaxation was like making light of a heavy task, which meant that he was confident that he could handle the difficulties that were to come. But the chicken was clearly saying that he was too lazy to think about it now and just wanted to get through today first.

"Don't worry too much. The eight-legged warhorse's ability to travel is undoubtedly a necessary condition for going to the underground world. We have the key now, but we just don't know where the keyhole is."

"Is this the point?" Blaze couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw Chicken's limp appearance. Why didn't he get more words out of Bader's mouth just now? It was obvious that the idiot was the type who would answer whatever he was asked.

Now, he has to use his own brain.

"Coordinates, coordinates... The principle of space jump is to move on coordinates, so we only need to calculate the coordinates of the underground world."

Blaze still remembered that the Fairy Kingdom found Gaia's pelvis through a series of calculations, so there was no reason why he couldn't calculate the coordinates of the underground world.

Assuming the sun doesn't destroy the ground with its own high temperature, it maintains a safe distance. The center of the underground world is the sun, which foreigners call the core of the earth. The core sun is also at a safe distance from the ground of the underground world...

Blazer gave up decisively before he could continue thinking, because this calculation was very dangerous. He had no way of determining the size of the sun god underground. If he made a mistake in his calculation, he would either fall into the sun or be buried underground.

"Why don't you ask Amaterasu? Didn't she mention the sun god underground?"

"Oh, that's right." Blaze quickly transformed into a silver werewolf and tried to wake up Amaterasu.

But Amaterasu was sleeping very soundly. No matter if someone reached out to pat her face or pinched her nose and mouth, she showed no signs of waking up.

"I think she was silently helping you behind the scenes when you were fighting the hunger curse." The chicken popped its head out to take a look and gave a professional answer.