A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 96: Becoming a Foot Control from Today

Chapter 96: Becoming a Foot Control from Today
After saying "the world is destroyed", Amamiya Ningning couldn't help laughing.

"How is that possible, you bastard dad?"

Quinn, standing by, couldn't laugh.

In the Gospel of Genesis, the sun god predicted seven natural disasters, corresponding to seven invasions by demons.

Humanity has crossed it six times so far, with the last one coming in five years.

The Vatican has set up a countdown for this purpose, called the "Doomsday Clock."

After surviving seven natural disasters, the Fifth Age, the Age of God's Will, came to an end. Humankind will "redeem themselves from the original sin of their souls" and usher in "a sinless, real, eternity flowing with milk and honey."

This is what all theologians believe is the coming Sixth Age: the Eternal Age.

But what if the hero died before the demons invaded?

".If, I mean if—"

Quinn asked in a complicated tone, "What would happen to this world if I died suddenly before the final demon crisis?"

"Pfft, if you die, then you die. Not only you, but even if everyone in the Church died, the sun would still rotate as usual."

Amamiya Ningning's voice suddenly paused, "Wait. You are a hero, so it would be really troublesome if you died."

"Just 'trouble'?"

Amamiya Ningning flipped her palm and a magic wand appeared in her hand.

This is an exquisite yew wood staff. The mercury decoration on the handle is engraved with many mysterious constellation patterns. It is like a luxury item and matches the rich temperament of the little witch very well.

She handed the wand to Quinn.

"Suppose, this is the sword that can kill the Demon King."

"Britannia's holy sword?"

"No, no, no. I mean something very broad."

Amamiya Ningning counted on her fingers: "Like the resources provided to the heroes by the combined strength of all mankind, the armies of various countries assembled under the "Savior's Pact", the equipment tailored for the heroes by the academy, and the hidden strength of the various religious sects..."

"These are the 'swords' that can kill the Demon King."

Quinn remembered Ankua's words—it would be impossible for a hero alone to kill the Demon King.

"And the brave one is the 'Sword Bearer' chosen by the Sun God, the one most suitable to command these forces."

"You mean, even without the hero, we can still win with the strength of humanity alone?"

"Of course, that's all."

She picked up Wangcai, who came over to rub her ankle, and smoothed his feathers.

Wangcai purred comfortably, as if he was not at all interested in discussing the topic of human survival.

"If the heroes were gone, the casualties would be much greater."

"Military? Civilian?"

Quinn thought of endless war.

"No, the ones who will die will be the strongest among humans, such as High-Sequence Transcendents, or magicians like the Dean."

Amamiya Ningning stroked her fur leisurely, using her imagination: "Many strong men will be sacrificed, after all, they have to make up for the lack of combat power of the heroes, but no one will escape. No one knows how much the various cults have hidden. The gods are definitely on the side of humans. Even if there are no heroes, the cults will fight hard to win the war."

Quinn frowned in thought.

The first natural disaster occurred 1,400 years ago, when human civilization was still in the shadow of the Lost Era and everything was in ruins.

The First Demon-Slaying War wiped out almost all the extraordinary people who survived from the Lost Era to the Bright Age, and even the first Pope of the Holy See died on the battlefield.

It was the most tragic war in human history, lasting for three generations and nearly fifty years. It is known in history as the Battle of San Camelot.

When San Camelot was about to be captured, the brave Link and the first generation of brave team stepped forward and killed the Demon King in the Central Dogma. This catastrophe that sacrificed nearly half of the human population finally came to an end.

Starting with the Second Hero, Merlin, academies were established to train elite arcanists to fight against demons. The major religious sects also learned from their mistakes and relaxed their control over supernatural powers. More and more supernatural beings appeared, and during the Second Demon War, humanity turned on the offensive. The demons were never able to invade Saint Camelot again, and the Demon King was slain by Merlin at Grindelwald in what is known as the Battle of the Academy.

After that, as generations of brave men developed productivity, legendary extraordinary people appeared on the stage of history one after another, and more and more kingdoms established civilizations, the Steam Industrial Revolution, the Arcane Industrial Revolution.
At this point, the war against demons can be controlled to end within five years, and it won't even cause many casualties. Humans have long been able to deal with the demons with ease.

Quinn couldn't help but murmur, "It doesn't make much difference whether I kill the hero or not."
Is Ruby so confident that she can single-handedly challenge the seven major cults and become the enemy of the entire human world after the hero is gone?

Not to mention the major industrial countries, even the weapons production capacity of a city like Ashwell is higher than that of all mankind 1,400 years ago.

Is my fellow villager’s prophecy directed at me?
He calculated that there would be a bad guy who wanted to assassinate the hero, so he secretly arranged it, making me fall into the trap step by step without knowing it.
No, no, no, if the Inquisition team searching the Goblin Cave had set out half an hour earlier, wouldn’t I have exploded?
There are countless ways to deal with an ordinary person who just traveled through time in this strange world full of weird powers.

Quinn thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Even if my fellow villager has any plans, it seems that he is not trying to kill me.

Is it even important to him that I'm alive?
Just think of yourself as a friendly Spider-Man and be more careful.

Quinn didn't speak for a long time. Amamiya Ningning couldn't help it and shook his shoulders and asked:
"How did you know my father was connected to the Vatican? What intelligence did you get?"

".A few days ago, when I was promoted to a Transcendent, I found a message from your father."

"Ah? You became a transcendent?!" Amamiya Ningning asked in surprise, "What destiny?"

"Thief."

Tell her that it is necessary, and in the future it may be necessary to collect potion materials from the Cavendish family's channels.

"Eh, no wonder."

The little witch's voice turned mischievous: "You're not trying to do anything weird by stealing my stockings, are you? Are they useful? In fact, if you want them, you can tell me. There's no need to steal them."

“Yes.”

Quinn glanced at her stunned face and said with a sneer:
"I'm a single man, so it's normal to have some needs, right? It's very useful, smooth and fragrant."

"No way"

Amamiya Ningning took a step back and looked at him in panic: "What did you use it for?!"

"What did you say you were doing?"

"..."

The little witch stared at Quinn, the shame and anger in her eyes almost overflowing.

Quinn nodded and added another blow:

"Yes, that's what you were thinking."

"Pervert! Pervert! Get out of my office! This is unreasonable. I'm so disgusted that I want to vomit—"

"Tsk, you wouldn't be happy if I really used it."

Quinn shook his head and stood up, "I'm really sorry, you're a pervert, I'll get out of here right now." Amamiya Ningning finally realized that he was teasing her.

His expression changed from disgust to anger, and then changed again and again, but he finally gave in after struggling internally:
"Mr. Brave~ You haven't told me what message my father left for you."

Quinn was completely unmoved by the clip.

"There's not even a place to sit. What are you talking about? I need to go back to my office."

Amemiya Ningning quickly pushed her sofa chair in front of the piano.

"Please take a seat, sir."

After sitting down comfortably, Quinn raised an eyebrow and said, "Ningning, can my brother's water cup be filled with water by itself?"

"Master, please use water."

Amemiya Ningning, like a little maid, lowered her head and poured him a glass of water, which was still warm.

Quinn took a sip and nodded slowly.

"Okay, your dad said."

The voice suddenly paused and his eyes moved downwards.

The little witch didn't wear black stockings today. She was actually barefoot with strappy high heels. A touch of plum red added a touch of red to her fair and tender feet.

"say what?"

"Ah"

Quinn tilted his head on the sofa. "Bring me something in exchange. You know what I want."

Do you really think I can’t cure you?
Quinn had a rough idea of her personality. The more honest you are, the more you will be bullied. Amamiya Ningning is like those girls in school who always like to make dirty jokes. If you really follow her jokes, she will shut up immediately.

Seeing that Amemiya Ningning was silent, Quinn was happy.

He didn't plan to do anything, he just wanted to warn her and make the little witch behave herself in the future.

"Your dad didn't say anything and just gave it to me."

The words suddenly got stuck in my throat.

A pair of cold little feet suddenly rested on Quinn's thighs.

Quinn stared, only to see Amemiya Ningning bring a piano stool and sit opposite him in an extremely ambiguous posture.

The high heels were taken off and dropped to the ground, one standing and the other tilted, and the two smooth, straight legs were put together, forming a bridge shape.

Hold the hem of your skirt with both hands to avoid exposing yourself.

Her long black hair hung down beside her ears. She tilted her head slightly, and her hair obscured the little witch's expression. One could only hear some shyness in her voice, pretending to be nonchalant.

".Go back and throw away my stockings."

Quinn also looked away and said seriously:
"...Don't think too much. I like younger girls, younger sisters."

"Forget it if you don't play."

Amamiya Ningning immediately wanted to put her foot down, but found that she couldn't pull it back because someone had already caught her.

"Your father sent me a shelter through the Vatican."

"Nothing more was said than that."

"Combined with the prophecy you mentioned, I feel like what he's arranging for me to do is related to my current goal. I believe he'll appear at every stage. Although I can't guess where his messages will appear, I think there's a reason for his disappearance. At the very least, it's unlikely that he's dead."

Her ankles rested on her legs, separated by a layer of fabric.

The feet were very thin, without any excessive fleshiness, like a small and delicate piece of white jade porcelain. The round nails were like shells embellishing the porcelain, and the shallow crescents were painted with plum-red nail polish, as delicious as juicy cherries.

Quinn massaged slowly along the arch of her foot, and she couldn't help but curl and unclench her toes, like petals trembling after being disturbed by a bee.

The little bit of soft flesh was kneaded freely by the palm of my hand, and the wonderful feeling was indescribable.

"If my guess is correct, we might see his next message soon."

One of them was looking at the door, the other at the window, their eyes staggered. Only Wangcai was lying on the piano, looking at the pair of little feet being played with, as if it had nothing to do with them.

“How soon is soon?”

Quinn pondered.

If the prophecy's hint corresponds to the Vatican's search crisis, then the Gate of Heaven should correspond to the problem of finding the hero. The next stage of the hint may appear after the hero is found.

"One month."

He followed the system's divination timeline and said, "It should be within a month."

"Why did my dad leave you a message?" Amamiya Ningning asked softly.

"Who knows."

"At least, as more clues emerge, what he was going to do will become clearer and clearer. Perhaps one day we'll know where he went and what he did."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Defeat the Demon King."

Quinn chuckled, "I leveled up on my own, at my own pace."

".Five minutes."

"What five minutes?"

"I'll give you five more minutes."

"No."