A cross-dressing anime, starting with Kaguya-sama: Love Is War.

"No! My God!"

"How could this happen!"

"Our kindness... is disappearing!"

Panic, like a plague, spread among the adventurers.

They could feel that their connection with the supreme god was being forcibly severed.

Their internal strength is rapidly diminishing.

Their ranks, their skills, their development potential... everything vanished under this pillar of light.

When the pillar of light dissipated, the nine gods had been completely sent back to the heavens.

In that instant, thousands of adventurers were transformed back into unarmed ordinary people.

Despair, Huizhi Sujue € Yulali.

"Hahaha! It worked!"

The members of the Dark Faction erupted in wild cheers.

They raised their knives and charged at the adventurers who had lost their strength and were filled with terror.

A one-sided massacre has begun.

……

"Commander Lydia...is dead!"

The temporary defensive line of the Hermes Familia. When Hermes himself announced this message, everyone was stunned.

Asphi, the vice-captain of the clan, felt her world collapse in an instant.

Lydia, the one who always looked after her like an older sister, the leader who always charged ahead, is dead?

“Asphi,” Hermes’ voice was more serious than ever before, “from this day forward, you are the new captain of the Hermes Familia.”

Asifi's mind went completely blank.

She? The group leader?

How could she possibly do that?

She's just a prop master who's not good at fighting!

Just as she was lost in self-doubt and immense grief, a heart-wrenching scream came from outside the camp.

"Enemy attack! The Dark Faction is coming!"

The camp was mostly filled with logistics personnel who had lost their fighting ability and lightly wounded soldiers.

They became lambs to the slaughter.

...

"Protect the people! Quick! Form a defensive line!"

Raul, the Loki Familia Level 1 new adventurer, shouted loudly in a trembling voice.

He and several other novice adventurers stood in front of the unarmed civilians with their bodies.

However, they were facing dozens of ruthless members of the dark faction.

"A bunch of brats who haven't even grown their first hairs yet, dare to block our way?"

The leader of the dark faction sneered disdainfully, and with a long axe in his hand, he brought up a gust of evil wind and chopped down hard on Raul's head.

Raul was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

He knew he was doomed.

However, the expected severe pain did not come.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out in front of him.

Raul opened his eyes and saw three figures, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, blocking their way.

"Honestly, if you're not careful, these small fry can slip in."

"53 Book Club"

Noahru, a frivolous-looking elf.

"Quickly finish this, Raul, don't embarrass our Loki Familia."

Dain, a taciturn dwarf.

"Take the people to a safe place, leave this to us."

Bara, a hot Amazonian warrior.

They were veterans of the Loki Familia. Although they were only LV2, their rich combat experience allowed them to handle this motley crew with ease.

The main force of the Loki Familia attacked Leng in the alleys of Pleasure Street.

Those of them who are not particularly strong in combat are responsible for cooperating with other members of the clan.

The three veterans, like tigers among sheep, quickly slaughtered the members of the dark faction, covering Raul's escape and evacuating the civilians to a safer place.

227. Fils

On the other side, Asphie was still immersed in the grief of Lydia's death and the immense pressure of becoming the captain, unable to extricate herself.

“I can’t do it… Falgar, you should be the captain, you’re more suitable than me.”

She spoke to Falga beside her, her voice trembling with tears.

Falgar, a tiger-man from the Hermes Familia, may have an avant-garde physique, but he possesses considerable command and control abilities. He frowned upon hearing this.

"Don't talk nonsense, Asphie. Lord Hermes appointed you."

"But I..."

"No buts!"

Falgar interrupted her, his voice as stern as a stone.

“I know you’re sad, and so am I! But now is not the time to be weak! Look outside, how many people need our protection! Lydia’s death wasn’t for you to cry here!”

His words struck Asphie's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Your ability isn't fighting, it's 'situation management'! You're the most level-headed and best at analyzing intelligence among all of us! Now, we need your brain, not your tears!"

"Put away your sadness and act like you're meant to be. Otherwise, 710, you'll only betray Lydia's future, which she risked her life for."

Asphie's body trembled violently.

She looked up at Falga's stern eyes and at the expectant gazes of her companions around her.

She got it.

She can't afford to be weak anymore.

She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her face.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no longer any confusion or sadness in those blue eyes, only the calmness and decisiveness of a commander.

"Falgar, immediately take inventory of our remaining supplies and medicines, and prioritize their distribution to those who are still able to fight."

"The rest of you, construct defensive fortifications and prepare for the next wave of enemy attacks!"

A series of clear and decisive commands came from her mouth.

A relieved smile appeared on Falga's face.

The little girl who always followed Lydia and needed protection has finally grown up.

“Wait a minute,” Asphyxi seemed to remember something, “our most important batch of 'panacea' ingredients is still in the secret warehouse in the west of the city. It must have been occupied by the enemy by now.”

“What should we do then?” Falgar asked. “That batch of raw materials is crucial to us.”

Asifi remained silent for a moment.

"I'll go get it."

"What? You're all alone?" Falgar and Grace exclaimed in unison.

“Yes, I’m alone.” Asphie’s tone left no room for doubt. “My ‘disguise’ ability is best suited for infiltration. With more people, it’s easier to be exposed.”

After saying that, without waiting for the two to refute her, she put on a cloak and her figure silently disappeared into the night.

……

In the underground of Yulari, in that intricate network of sewers.

A black figure, like a ghost, moved through the darkness.

It's Fairs.

This member of the retinue of the great god Uranus was obeying the god's will.

Operating covertly throughout the city, they assist adventurers in distress and investigate the movements of the dark factions.

Before him lay the body of a young adventurer.

He was a boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

A spear pierced his chest, and his face still bore the look of fear and resentment before his death.

Fells reached out, wanting to touch the cold body.

An urge to use resurrection magic arose spontaneously in his mind, leading to the creation of the "53 Reading Club".

He can save him.

If he's willing.

"Fels".

An old and majestic voice resounded directly in his mind.

It is Ouranos.

"Never forget your mission. God's will cannot be changed."

Fells' hand froze in mid-air.

He understands.

Even the gods cannot arbitrarily interfere with life and death in the mortal realm.

Not to mention him!

Once he uses resurrection magic and breaks this taboo, the resulting chain reaction could bring a catastrophe to the entire Netherworld far worse than this war.

Dungeons will break the oath between you and the gods.

"I understand!"

Fels withdrew his hand, and a helpless sigh came from beneath his black cloak.

He stood up, ready to continue.

Just then, a powerful energy wave, so intense that it made the entire sewer tremble, came from not far away.

That power was filled with the aura of destruction and creation.

Fels suddenly looked up in the direction from which the energy was coming from.

That's... the place where Lynn and Chardo fought.

"They actually... deployed their Reality Marble..."

For the first time, Fells' voice carried a hint of shock.

"It seems that the heroes of this generation are beginning to emerge."

...

Raul of the Loki Familia felt like he was about to vomit.

It wasn't because of fear, but because of exhaustion.

As a messenger, he had been running through the burning city for hours.