Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Athena hugged her shoulders and gazed out the window at the city that had been reduced to ruins in the distance.

Makoto Haramura sat in a chair, yawning, and made the iron disc spin on his fingertips.

It's already half a day later.

Just as Athena had promised him, the goddess of wisdom did indeed maintain her high efficiency.

After Pandora's pitiful screams echoed continuously from inside the room, the surgery to remove the Ring of Usurpation from Pandora's body was completed.

"Mother of Fools, what are you going to do next?"

"How to do?"

"Are you saying you're going to let me go?"

Pandora, who was initially filled with grief and indignation, suddenly brightened up and stared intently at Makoto Haramura, her excitement written all over her face.

To be honest, she had absolutely no hope.

After all, it has already fallen into the enemy's hands. How can we expect the enemy to keep their promise and prevent it from falling into their hands?

Don't be ridiculous. Even Pandora wouldn't do something like that.

The reason they so readily called out the Ring of Usurpation was simply to delay for a while, and they would delay for as long as possible.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

Every extra minute we live is a minute we can live, every minute we can be comfortable is a minute we can be comfortable.

So, this guy just seems awful? Or is he actually a good person who keeps his promises?

In an instant, Pandora's box of thoughts raced through my mind, and my little schemes started to stir again.

"Ha, how could that be?"

The thoughts that had just begun to stir within him were immediately brought back to reality by Makoto Haramura.

"Of course, if you want to go back on your own, that's fine too. But I'll remove the dimensional membrane from your body right now."

In this world, whether it's the gods' own will or due to unforeseen circumstances...

Whenever a deity descends to earth in their true form, they will inevitably become a disobedient god. This is the rule of the world, and it cannot be changed.

Therefore, even in Pandora's case, normally she should have already transformed into a non-conformist.

However, Pandora is still a normal deity at present.

Why?

It was because when Makoto Haramura took her away from the Netherworld, he used the power of the Dragon Serpent Mercury to tear off a part of the Netherworld surrounding Pandora, forming a dimensional membrane similar to clothing, which he then placed on her body.

So, Pandora is indeed standing here, but it's also possible to say that she's in the underworld, somewhat like Schrödinger's cat.

Therefore, she certainly wouldn't transform into a disobedient god.

However, if Makoto Haramura removes the membrane from her body...

"No, no, no, I was just joking with you."

“What’s the point of going back to the Netherworld? There’s nothing there, and I’ve had enough of it. If I had a choice, I would definitely want to stay by your side.”

Pandora immediately shook her head like a rattle-drum, her eyes filled with fawning as she looked at Haramura Makoto.

Even though he had cursed Makoto Haramura countless times in his heart.

But she's genuinely afraid that if this man gets into a bad mood, he might remove anything that helps keep her calm.

Other gods might be alright if they became disobedient gods, but once she became a disobedient god, she was doomed.

After all, she herself had neither combat ability nor superb stealth skills.

Moreover, because she was the one presiding over the ceremony, no deity could bypass her when they saw her.

Moreover, not only other gods, but even the god-killers born from the god-killing ritual she personally presided over would regard her as prey.

It could be said that once she became a disobedient god, it was a doomed situation.

"That's right."

"Are you sure?"

Makoto Haramura's lips curled upwards, and his half-closed eyes resembled those of a fox who had succeeded in its scheme.

Pandora felt a chill run down her spine; she felt as if she had fallen into some kind of trap.

But given the current situation, he had no right to refuse or regret it, so she could only nod reluctantly.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Clap clap clap!"

Applause rang out, and upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the person clapping was not Makoto Haramura, but Athena.

However, Athena said nothing, her expression remained indifferent, and she simply maintained the clapping gesture.

"In that case, let's sign this contract."

"Don't worry, there are no traps."

Like a magic trick, the brown parchment scroll appeared directly above Pandora's head and slowly fell into her hand.

Pandora took the parchment scroll somewhat blankly, then her lips twitched involuntarily.

"Um, what are those words on this? I don't really understand them."

As a god.

Pandora was indeed not an omniscient and omnipotent god, but as a god, she had no problem with language.

Whether it's ancient script from the Age of Gods, divine script, or the languages ​​and scripts of various countries today, none of these pose a challenge for her.

The problem is, even someone like her, after seeing the words on this piece of paper, had a head full of question marks.

"Of course you don't need to understand it."

"But you will definitely understand this language later."

"All you need to do now is sign your name on this document."

Pandora's eyes were practically spitting fire.

No, even if she didn't know anything about it, she could tell that the binding force on this roll of parchment was extremely strong.

Once you sign your name on it, it means you agree to these terms and you will never have a chance to break free.

but.

Pandora let out a long sigh, picked up the pen on the table, and with a tragic air of a warrior embarking on a journey from which there is no return, signed her name on it in Greek mythology.

She really didn't want to sign her name.

By signing this name, I might lose everything.

However, if she doesn't sign now, it means she'll have to cancel the deal right now.

"Yes, very good."

Another snap of fingers rang out, and the item in Pandora's hand vanished instantly, much to Makoto Haramura's satisfaction.

I want the spirit of the Godslayer to appear directly in the Little Garden.

The manifestation of Pandora's divine status was naturally also implied, and her appearance was a manifestation of her divine power.

Learn about the slave contracts unique to miniature gardens.

Once he has the central hub of the miniature garden bring this world under control, the contract will immediately take effect.

Makoto Haramura nodded with satisfaction, his gaze falling on Pandora.

"Now that the contract has been signed, you can go wherever you want."

"Whether you want to stay here with me or go back to the Netherworld is up to you."

Once he's used up and has no more value, he just throws it aside. What a scumbag's words!

Pandora stared at Makoto Haramura with wide eyes, but in the end, she pouted in a fit of pique.

"I want to follow you. It'll be a good opportunity for me to see the world. You have to protect me."

She'd already signed the indenture, so why go back to You Shi? She was going to stay by this man's side.

"Then it's up to you."

"Ok?"

"interesting."

Makoto Haramura suddenly stood up from the bed, raised his left hand forward, and magic power gushed out from his palm.

A massive blue barrier appeared directly in front of him, enveloping the building.

Outside, a silver crescent moon, almost capable of splitting the heavens and earth, tore through the air as it hurtled towards them.

"boom--!"

……

On the shore of the harbor, a white man, who looked to be around twenty years old, jumped out of the sea.

With blond hair, a dirty but cheerful smile, and wearing a flashy cardigan shirt, he looked so weathered and worn that he was almost unrecognizable. If it weren't for the unique aura he exuded, one might even mistake him for a beggar who had wandered off from somewhere.

Of course, what really caught people's attention was the long, rectangular cloth bag he carried on his back.

Judging from its outline, it's easy to tell that it's a sword.

"Strange, this should be Naples."

As soon as he got ashore, the man frowned, scratched his head, and looked completely bewildered.

"Did I go to the wrong place again?"

"That way we won't be able to catch up with the battle against the new king."

He was originally very happy and excited.

During a random hunt, he received a message from his friend saying that a new king had been born and had seized one of his forces.

And he was told that if he wanted to fight, he should go to Naples.

However, instead of heeding his friend's advice to wait for him to pick him up, he couldn't contain his eagerness and chose to go on his own.

As a result, problems arose.

It was supposed to be a half-day journey, but it took me several days to get there, and I still hadn't reached the exact location.

Now it seems like he's finally arrived at the right place, but the scene here is quite different from what he remembered.

This made him doubt himself again, wondering if he had gone to the wrong place.

"Eh?"

"Although I went to the wrong place, it seems like I have an extra source of income."

The man's eyes suddenly lit up as he sensed the presence emanating from not far away.

“Death… darkness, Mother Earth, this is the aura of a disobedient god.”

Without hesitation, the man grabbed the sword pouch on his back, drew out the silver-white blade, and poured his magical power into the blade.

Immediately afterwards, he gripped the sword hilt with both hands and raised it high above his head.

"boom!"

A simple, unadorned sword strike, devoid of any elaborate acrobatic techniques, unleashed a massive silver moon that slashed straight towards the building the man had locked onto.

"Let's kill this disobedient god first, then go find new brothers."

The man's pupils were now completely filled with fighting spirit, and he had completely forgotten his original purpose.

Just like a god-slayer who, when facing a disobedient god, follows his instincts and immediately engages in battle.

Even a god who does not obey will follow its instincts when faced with a god-slayer and slay the god-slayer.

"Qiang——!"

The man's eyes widened instantly.

"It is neither the aura of a disobedient god nor the aura of a god-slayer."