I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

Jill narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up, revealing a pleased smile.

Things have gotten a little interesting.

Jill watched the figure in the hat leave, then closed the window and turned on the air conditioner.

The weather is scorching hot right now, so Jill naturally prefers to stay cool.

Jill took out the phone she had bought in the previous world and opened the page.

At this moment, the template's voice sounded, "Host, do you now wish to spend 5,000 World Coins to understand the truth of the world? Or do you wish to spend 5,000 World Coins to understand the truth of the world? Or perhaps, do you wish to spend 5,000 World Coins to understand the truth of the world?"

"..." Jill looked at the yes or yes icon on her phone's startup screen.

Jill took a deep breath.

Then Jill slapped the template's screen away, and the screen crashed hard into the wall.

“kimoji…”

The template that Jill slapped against the wall with one hand made that sound.

Jill stared at the template, its entire screen embedded in the wall, her lips twitching. She swore she really didn't want him to know who designed the template's personality!

This personality is truly exasperating.

What kind of weirdo could have such a bizarre thought process?! They're a psychopath! They really are a psychopath!

and many more……

I remember it was mentioned that the wise man was also one of the designers of the template.

Take a look at his notes...maybe they hold some clues.

Jill thought for a moment and took out the wise man's notes.

The templates were thrown into the lottery pool, and although many of them were just blue items, they were still quite useful.

But some of them are completely nonsensical...

For example, the Traveler's Diary and Wise Man's Notebook from the last lottery were purple items, perhaps because they were created by the template creator.

Jill looked at the notebook. She couldn't tell what material it was made of; the paper was soft yet somewhat tough, not the kind that was easily damaged.

The slightly yellowed paper and the cover, clearly made of animal leather, made Jill raise an eyebrow.

This wise man seems to really like retro-style things? This notebook does look quite retro, but the material is definitely something I don't recognize.

Jill silently opened her notebook.

What catches the eye is the delicate, cursive English font.

"Hmm... today marks the start of that plan..."

Jill patiently deciphered the notes, and the night gradually faded away...

……

"Mmm... I slept so well..."

The next morning, Shana stretched in the room next to Jill's.

"...You've let your guard down a little, huh?" Alastor said. "You're sleeping so soundly, aren't you afraid that guy might come over and do something bad to you?"

Shana put on her clothes and draped a black coat over herself. "He's just a child."

Her tone suggested she was an adult.

If Jill heard this, she would probably say, "You're just a little girl."

Then the two of them will definitely have a war of words.

Alastair thought about it for a moment and felt rather helpless.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a loud sound came from outside the door. Shana's face immediately turned wary, and she also grabbed the Nite-dono Shana in her hand.

"Bang—" The girl kicked the door open, a large katana in her hand. "Is it an enemy attack!?"

“No…” Jill, sitting in the living room, picked up her books. “It’s just that the books fell to the ground—you’re being too sensitive, Shana.”

Just like friends, we simply called each other by name.

His overly familiar tone did not displease Shana.

The boy sitting there was closing his book. Although his face was expressionless, the sunlight from the window slanted slightly across his face.

The boy sat on the sofa, sunlight streaming in and falling on half of his face.

It looked like a tranquil painting.

Very beautiful.

Chapter 381 "Devouring the City"

Shana keenly sensed that the boy sitting in that seat seemed different today.

Jill put down her book and looked at Shana. "Do you have something to say to me?"

Those crimson eyes were filled with laughter, and the smile on her lovely face made Shana freeze for a moment.

"Good morning, Shana." The boy closed his book. "Perfect timing, I've also made a new discovery—no, I have a question for your contracted Demon Lord."

Jill stared at Shana's pendant, then uttered the name.

"Cataclysmic Flames, Alastair."

Heavenly Calamity Fire—this is the title of the Crimson World Demon King who signed a contract with Shana.

No—that's not right at all, it's just that the Crimson World Demon King is wrong.

Rather than calling Alastor a Crimson Lord, it would be more appropriate to call him a Demon God.

In reality, he is an extraordinary being who wields specific powers and embodies the laws of the Crimson World. He is one of the pillars of the "God" and is the "God of Divine Punishment" who wields the powers of "judgment" and "condemnation".

It is precisely because of this essence that he has an extremely strong sense of mission to maintain world order and balance.

Moreover, he can be said to be one of the longest-lived Crimson Denizens, so some questions can definitely be answered by him.

Jill's words made Alastair pause for a moment before she said, "Did your client tell you this as well?"

If that's the case, then without a doubt, the client was also a Flame Haze, and one who had some connection to him.

In this way, the range of the mysterious client was narrowed down several times, and it was confined to a very small area.

However, all of these conditions are based on the premise that "this is what the client and the boy in front of him said."

Unfortunately, Jill's answer was like a bucket of cold water poured on Alastair.

“I want to know, and I can know, that’s all.” Jill rested her chin on her hands. “Speaking of which, I haven’t even introduced myself yet.”

"I am Gilgamesh, you can just call me Gil." He said this while brewing a pot of tea, just like yesterday.

"...Gilgamesh—what do you want to ask?" Alastor asked Gil.

"Do you think there's a way to make an entire city disappear in an instant?" Jill stretched out her hand, and then, an astonishing scene unfolded.

Golden light emanated from his hands, then transformed into countless light particles, forming a mass roughly the size of a human head.

“Let’s make an assumption first.” Jill held the magic lump in her hand and placed it in front of the girl. “We’ll use this as a torch.”

Immediately afterwards, light particles began to drift from the block made of magic.

The mass began to emit light, and as the light particles dissipated, the mass began to shrink.

"The torch constantly consumes its power of existence, burning and becoming weak."

Finally, when the lump was only the size of a fist, it suddenly shattered, turning into countless scattered points of light.

"Finally, at some stage, it shatters directly!" Jill clenched his fist, countless points of light overflowing from his hand. "Is there such a free law?"

"Who knows..." Shana muttered to herself.

“…” Alastor paused for a moment, then asked, “Why would you think that?”

Although Alastair neither confirmed nor denied Gil's statement, the implication of his words proved that Gil's conjecture was correct.

"It seems my guess was right; such a free law does indeed exist."

Jill's tone was very confident.

That confident tone made Alastair's voice sound doubtful as well, "Did you sense something?"

“Yes—I can guess something… The hunter is carrying out one of his plans, which seems to require a large amount of existence power, so he has his eye on this.”

The Lost Child slowly emerged from the golden ripples and floated in Jill's palm.

“And without this, he might very well go about his plans in a crazy way. So, do you have any ideas? Can you tell me?” Jill asked Alastair.

"...Long ago, on the western border, there was a 'demon king' who installed mechanisms on the torches he gnawed on, causing severe distortion of the world."

Alastair began to speak, recounting an ancient story.

"That 'Demon King' whose real name is 'Coffin Tailor' once caused an incident that became an important opportunity for the birth of us Flame Haze."

"What incident?" Jill raised an eyebrow and asked.

"'Devouring the city'."

The short sentence sounded so ominous.

Jill didn't interrupt Alastor's story; she simply poured a cup of tea and pushed it toward Shana.

Shana sat down opposite Gil, picked up her teacup, and sipped her tea, enjoying its warmth, while listening to Alastor's story.

Alastor continued in a serious tone, "That 'coffin tailor' will weave a mechanism called 'key thread' on the torch he gnaws on. As long as that guy gives the order, this mechanism will cause the substitute's body to completely disintegrate and restore it to its original 'power of existence'."

“Why…why do this?” Jill tapped her index finger rhythmically on the table, making a “tap tap tap” sound.

"That guy only needs one bite to devour the torches. At the same time, all the torches will lose their substitute function and revert to their original existence. The city, which lost a large number of pseudo-connections overnight, will undergo tremendous changes, and all people and things will suffer collateral damage."

"...Do you understand?" Shana asked.

“...The purpose of the torch is to prevent distortion, just like slowly inflating a balloon until it is full.” Jill thought for a moment and gave an analogy, “While eating a city in one go is like blowing up a balloon in one breath and bursting it.”

“The chaos caused by a blown-up balloon exploding is probably just distortion,” Jill said. “Alastor, what happened next?”

"Well, what happened next is easy to imagine. Due to the huge change caused by the disintegration of the torch, the entire city turned into a huge and highly pure 'power of existence' like a snowball. The 'Coffin Tailor' wrote a law that can turn all the objects that were originally unsuitable for our consumption into food."