After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

In the dungeon, Cage Charles, his hands bound by antimagic stones and his hair disheveled, gazes at the execution squad outside the cell, wielding their cold iron swords. He always thinks back to that distant noon when his brother invited him to Broad Valley.

Although he hates to admit it, Cage was genuinely terrified.

With a loud bang, Cage trembled violently as the dungeon door was pushed open, releasing a burst of fresh air that dispelled the thick stench of urine.

Amid his heavy, intermittent breathing, the man simply waved his hand, and the firing squad immediately turned, lined up neatly, and left the dungeon.

The cell door closed again, and the sound of chains echoed. Cage, covered in cold sweat, felt as if he had been transported to another world. In the end, due to lack of oxygen to the brain, his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Meanwhile, inside the city lord's mansion, several important figures from the Northern Territory gathered together, constantly changing positions to check on the Duke's condition.

Elena rested her head on Oswald's chest, carefully sensing his breathing.

The situation was very strange. His Highness the Duke indeed had no heartbeat or pulse, just like before. However, his lungs were functioning steadily, just like a living person.

As for the black flesh filling in the gaps in his body, its pulsation was very slight and clearly not the main cause of the Duke's lung resurgence.

Elena was surprised to find that the dark flesh on the Duke's abdomen was unusually hard, and she only felt its elasticity after pressing it hard.

"Stop playing."

Lord Barton, chain-smoking, exhaled smoke as his gaze slowly swept over the crowd.

Elena quickly withdrew her hand and hid the belt she had secretly pulled out behind her back.

Barton, a member of the rescue team, said in a deep voice, "When we returned to the dungeon, the number of monsters had decreased significantly. The dwarves led us to the bottom quickly. His Excellency the Duke was already in this condition at that time, but..."

"He crawled out of that mud pit with his own hands and feet, right in front of us. After he crawled out, he collapsed and never woke up."

As the top graduate of the Central Academy, after regaining her composure, Elin quickly organized the intelligence from her vast knowledge base.

"With a goat's head, a human body, horse hooves, and a snake's tail, this description is very similar to the mage Id, one of the historical apostles of the calamity. He used forbidden alchemy and the power of nature, using his own body as a base, to fuse three magical beasts representing the element of lightning, ultimately becoming a terrifying monster."

"Id, is that the madman in the story who attacked the Papacy and killed dozens of saints?" Rondo gasped as he counted the years on his fingers.

Goddess above, do you understand the significance of appearing in the first chapter of the Holy Calendar? The time when Id was active probably didn't even have a human kingdom yet.

If we use "Paul" as a unit of measurement for combat strength, it can be understood as: Id alone took down more than a dozen "Pauls" in our base camp and then escaped unscathed...

"There's no point in saying all that. I don't care what kind of monster appeared in the deepest part of the dungeon back then. I just want one definite answer."

Barton stubbed out his cigarette with his rough fingers, looked down at Eleanor, and continued, "This is the third time His Majesty the Duke has been seriously injured. Lady Eleanor, how much longer will you keep this secret?"

……

[Come on, you try. If you can shake his soul even a little bit today, this system will cancel the order.]

Deep within Oswald's, or rather Tian Hao's, soul, the system's fluffy tail brushed against Oswald's sleeping soul, sweeping away the black mist that had stained its surface.

The black mist attacked again, but the system did not flinch. It lay on Oswald's soul like a big lump, letting the black mist vanish the moment it hit it.

What do you mean by planning to target the soul of a transmigrator protected by a system? What do you mean by calling your ultimate move "body possession"?

The system was extremely worried at first, but... that's it?

Its long tail swept across, and the black mist slowly faded, but it still relentlessly entangled Oswald's soul, which was why Oswald had been unable to wake up.

The system understood the resentment of this wisp of soul; after all, the original owner was a god, so it was understandable.

No one knew how shocked the system was when it saw the fragments of the god's remains at the end of the light, but it quickly realized that this was a lure laid out by the goddess.

The fragment of the divine remains was a lung organ, likely originating from the previous chief deity of this world: the Goddess of Nature.

It's true that you can't trust the history of this world. Divine authority isn't something you can just relinquish so easily. How dare they say that God voluntarily left the world...

The goddess of nature is evolving into a living being! Her lungs, brimming with the power of nature, are proof of this! She wanted to evolve life herself, transitioning from a goddess of nature to a goddess of life, but she lost to the current goddess of life in the war of the gods.

The goddess of life had a simple idea: after turning Oswald into an undead, she exploited his desire to become human again or to become more powerful.

So they threw out the bait and deliberately delivered the remains of the god into Oswald's hands.

Once Oswald accepts the remains of the gods, the nature of the transmigrator changes. If Oswald uses his divine power at any time afterward, the goddess can openly and legitimately eliminate him!

That's too dangerous, it's really too dangerous.

Fortunately, its host wasn't stupid either, and almost immediately noticed the anomaly, directly using death magic to destroy the awakened divine remains; otherwise, it would be too late to say anything now.

As for why the host's lungs suddenly resumed functioning, the system itself didn't understand. Anyway, it just wasn't involved with anything related to gods.

Sigh, the goddess of this world is too cunning and despicable. Should it report to its superiors again and let the host go home...?

The system was caught in a dilemma as it continued to clear away the black fog.

As a nobody in the system world, this is the first time it has carried out such a dangerous mission, and even now, it doesn't know what their mission is.

Is it to save the world, defeat the goddess, or welcome a new god to the throne?

Or perhaps it would involve the host in a war of gods?

The host clearly intends to conquer the world. He is an idealist who always wants to lead his followers to a better life.

But this is not an ordinary world. On the curtain of the sky, there is an entity called the Creator who manipulates everything in the shadows.

Perhaps from the moment the host killed the original heroine Maria, the goddess had the idea of ​​eliminating the host. In a sense, the host was free because he did not belong to the goddess's creation.

At the same time, the host is not free either, after all, for some reason, his superiors have higher expectations of him.

But superiors, is there any possibility that we're about to break down?