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Chapter 138, 137: Entrapment – ​​I will fish for the gods!

Orario, the magnificent city gate.

The afternoon sun shone on the pristine white miracle, but it could not dispel the gloom that had quietly descended.

tread.

A male deity dressed in a black trench coat, with a slightly amused smile on his face, stopped in front of the city gate.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the towering city walls and towers, and murmured to himself, his voice filled with longing: "A long-lost sight. Eight years later, I've finally returned."

The soldiers at the city gate were almost immediately drawn to his unique aura.

Gods in the mortal realm do not need to reveal their identities; their transcendent presence is like a beacon in the darkness.

They exchanged a glance, and the leading soldier cautiously stepped forward to question them:

"May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, my apologies, I forgot to introduce myself."

The male deity seemed to only then remember etiquette, bowing gracefully with impeccable movements. "My name is Erren. I am the god of misfortune. You—"

Before the words were even finished, an invisible chill suddenly descended.

The soldiers' expressions changed instantly, and almost instinctively they all took a step back.

Erlen took in their reactions, his smile remaining unchanged:

"Well, this scene is so familiar."

"I vaguely remember that people treated me the same way in the past."

It is normal for people to pursue happiness and abhor unhappiness.

He shook his head slightly, seemingly unwilling to waste time on further explanation, and cut straight to the point:

"Tell me about the changes in Orario over the years. I left here eight years ago."

Now that I'm back, I want to know, is the chaos still there?

Eight years ago, Zeus and Hera, two of the world's most powerful clans, were completely wiped out in their battle against the world's strongest monster, the "Black Dragon."

Orario lost the cornerstone of its order, and the resulting power vacuum led to countless tragedies, plunging it into a long and painful dark period.

Upon hearing about this sensitive timing, the captain of the guard's expression changed.

He took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his fear of being labeled "unfortunate," and his sense of duty ultimately prevailed:

"Yes, my god Erlen."

"The turmoil eight years ago lasted for quite some time, only gradually subsiding in recent years, but—..."

The chaotic situation persists.

"Please wait a moment—"

He turned around and quickly used the magic stone communication device to contact the guild headquarters, whispering to verify the information about the suddenly returned deity.

After a brief wait, he received precise instructions, then stepped aside to make way and bowed respectfully.

"Information confirmed, Orario welcomes you back."

Upon hearing this, Erren's lips curled into a smile again. He nodded gracefully in acknowledgment, then strode into the city.

However, the moment he stepped into the shadows of the city gate, the false gentleness that had just been shining in his eyes vanished instantly.

A fleeting, extremely faint, almost imperceptible dim light swept past.

Are you welcome?

In a few days, when the real "misfortune" strikes, you probably won't think that way anymore.

As the god of the underworld, Erebus, who ruled over death and darkness, his departure eight years ago was by no means solely due to being disliked.

The fundamental reason was that Orario at that time had lost the fertile ground for nurturing heroes; despair and death permeated the air, making him feel bored.

As for now—

Erebus put his hands in his trench coat pockets and quickly blended into the crowd on Orario's main street.

His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the shops and crowds lining both sides of the street, but the fundamental purpose of this return came to mind.

Searching for the Astrea Familia.

This was a seed he had glimpsed by chance eight years ago in the stagnant waters of Orario. Faint, yet tenacious.

He knew very well that only in the deepest darkness could the greatest brilliance be forged, and that heroes were inevitably born and borne alongside despair and justice.

So, eight years have passed, and the seed has grown into a towering tree.

In the kin now ruled by this goddess of justice.

Is there a hero he is searching for, one who can withstand the extreme darkness and still shine brightly?

He was looking forward to it.

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At the same time.

Orario South District, underground black market.

"Whoosh!"

A cold, sharp sword light flashed by like lightning tearing through the darkness!

Accompanied by a muffled groan that abruptly stopped!

A richly dressed black market merchant clutched his throat, his eyes wide with disbelief, and fell heavily backward, splattering a cloud of filthy blood!

Gu Yuan stood amidst the pool of blood, flicking the blood droplets off his sword.

His gaze passed over the still convulsing corpse and locked onto a cart in the corner.

Several bundles of strange wood, emitting a faint glow, were piled on top.

The magical energy fluctuations were extremely intense, and he examined them carefully:

"This is a specialty of the Elven race, a branch of the Great Sacred Tree?"

"Yes."

Alexandra quickly scanned the surrounding shadows, wary of any enemies that might still be lurking in the dark.

She gripped the sword hilt tightly with one hand and added, "It is also known as a sacred object of the elves."

After speaking, she paused, looked at the merchant whose body lay in a gruesome state, her brows furrowed, and couldn't help but speak:

"But Mr. Gu, is it necessary for us to kill the merchant as well? Perhaps he doesn't directly belong to the dark faction? Or is he just greedy for profit?"

In her mind, most businessmen are neutral profit-seekers and their crimes do not warrant death.

Gu Yuan succinctly stated: "To cut grass, you must remove the roots."

Having said that, he stopped wasting words, swiftly sheathed his sword, and thought to himself:

The news of the stolen branch from the sacred tree should reach Erebus's ears soon. "If actively searching makes it difficult to catch this old fox by the tail, it's better to cast the bait and let him take the bait himself."

Since Erebus's goal is to find a "hero," then he himself will play the role of a rising "hero" who poses a great threat to the forces of darkness.

Such a high-profile, powerful, and exceptionally fast-growing new entity piqued his intense curiosity and interest in "investing."

If he takes the initiative to come to you, then the dark faction under his command will become the best whetstone and nourishment for your growth.

"Let's go." Gu Yuan's voice pulled Alisha back from her complicated thoughts, leaving no room for argument. "Return these things to the clan as soon as possible and settle them properly. Then head to the next suspicious location."

"The actions of the dark faction will not stop, and neither will our purge."

"Speaking of which—"

He paused, as if suddenly realizing something, "I'm curious to know, after our plans have been repeatedly disrupted, will the dark faction, in desperation, send some decent experts here on their own initiative?"

"Continuous fierce battles—my stats have increased. Maybe I'll be able to awaken new skills when I get back this time."

"Do you think it's possible, Alexie?"

Alexie: "—"

Looking at Gu Yuan's expectant face, she simply couldn't understand the absurd idea of ​​awakening two skills within two days.

But thinking of his extraordinary growth rate, which was noticeably faster than any other, and the rebuttal that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back, leaving him speechless for a moment.

"well"

She finally sighed deeply, temporarily suppressing her complicated thoughts, and resignedly stepped forward to push the cart loaded with the precious "Sacred Tree Branches|".

Whether or not he can awaken, at least Ryu should feel a little comforted to see these lost and recovered sacred objects, right?

She tried to think of positive things to ease the heaviness brought on by the bloodshed before her.

A wheel creaked as it rolled over the gravel and still-dry bloodstains on the ground.

The two figures disappeared quickly into the deeper shadows of the passageway, leaving behind only a mess and deathly silence.