After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Heading south, the river flows swiftly, and the incessant chirping of insects adds to the summer heat.

The ship docked, and Lucas's figure was reflected in the blue waves. He had returned to the royal city region, a place of sorrow for countless people.

Blood stained the soil, and the city and its surroundings were devoid of summer greenery. The withered yellow wind swept up sand and the shouts of soldiers during training could be heard.

"Hey, why are you back alone?"

Catherine, leaning against the city wall, called out to Lucas, pulling her sunglasses down with her finger, "Little Monet doesn't want you anymore?"

"She... became a nun. The Holy Maiden said she is very talented."

Lucas scratched his head. Actually, this was a good thing. Ice City was much safer than the Royal City. Saintess Jane was the most skilled doctor in the world, and Monet, who was by her side, probably wouldn't encounter any accidents in the future.

Just before they parted, Monet looked at him with a strange expression.

"By the way, sir, here are the magazines and newspapers you requested."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Catherine deftly put away her sunglasses, took the magazines and newspapers Lucas handed her, and unfolded the newspapers. Catherine's eyes lit up immediately.

"You're out of luck, kid. The newspaper says that our little princess from the Northern Territory will be born in a month at most. There's bound to be a big event then."

"How do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" Lucas leaned over for a look. He could still find something interesting in the newspaper, but as for academic journals, well, he recognized every word, but he just couldn't understand them.

"Ordinary people certainly can't determine the sex of a fetus, but the Duke's child needs to be precisely nurtured from the womb. What if the goddess tries to sabotage it?"

After reading through nearly half a month's worth of Northern Leaders news, Catherine opened the magazine.

Composite bows, steel-armed crossbows, lightweight crossbows, and repeating crossbows are the main development directions for the Northern Army's weapons and equipment at this stage. As for electromagnetic weapons and hydraulic kinetic energy weapons, which are still in the theoretical stage, Catherine doesn't understand them either.

Formula derivation; material verification; you bastard, Tin Man, your preliminary calculations were wrong; what kind of garbage did you write...?

"Ahem, I heard that the Holy Maiden is secretly conducting human research, and members of the Mechanical God Cult are also involved. Did you discover anything suspicious during your trip to Ice City?"

Lucas looked on incredulously. "No way... the Saintess? And we went to investigate..."

Catherine rolled up the magazine and lightly tapped him on the head. "Idiot, what do you think the Special Forces are for? Intelligence! Do you understand? There are some things that, whether Miss knows them or not, we have to know everything when she asks, understand?"

"understood."

Lucas nodded hesitantly, and before he could chat for long, Catherine sent him off to the City of Withering.

After completing their training, the new members of the Special Forces will be deployed southward to become eyes in the shadows.

……

On the other side of the planet, in the archipelago of the Southern Hemisphere, a fifteen-meter-long, scarred dragon roared as it plummeted from the sky, its still-burning flames steaming the seawater and creating ripples on the waves.

"Pull it up, it only has a few hours to live, don't waste time."

Diana dispersed the rapidly swirling blades around her and stood on the shore, coldly issuing orders to the mages. Two mages immediately stepped forward and cast spells, magical ropes binding the floating dragon and swiftly pulling it onto the large island.

The tattered dragon-python was covered in wounds from swords and spears. The mage fixed the space, and Diana unleashed a weapon storm. Using this process, they eliminated many of the dragons on the archipelago.

Whether the dragons are alive or dead is not important, but the lustful power within the long-lived race is very important. After harvesting the elves and forcibly launching a ritual to harvest humans, the goddess's faction members targeted a group of dragons who were separated from the continent.

"We've come all this way to this godforsaken place."

A magician resting against a coconut tree tossed away his cigarette butt and complained, "Since humans wish to be with the goddess forever anyway, can't we just modify another batch of humans?"

Another short mage looked left and right, then lowered his voice and said, "You want to face that beast Oswald? Don't even think about it. He's eaten your hunger."

"Sigh, why did he leave his physical body behind before he left? Could it be that he's really going to become some kind of immortal god?"

"No, if he were to become the immortal god and replace the goddess, all living beings in the world would die instantly and become mindless undead."

The dwarf mage was also having a hard time. He overheard a conversation among the higher-ups, saying that during the War of the Royal City, Oswald almost seized the power of the gods, but he gave it up voluntarily for the sake of humanity's survival...

Oswald was a good man, and even more so, an ordinary person recognized by the goddess herself. The dwarf mage didn't know which world he came from, nor could he understand it.

If the world Oswald lived in could generally produce good people like him, then why did such a terrible civil war break out in their world?

It's been more than half a year, and there's still no sign that Oswald is coming back.

The common people couldn't see it, but the guild leader had shown it to the magicians: the galaxy called the Milky Way had broken in two and was burning fiercely amidst the explosion of countless supernovae.

After reading this, the dwarf mage had only one thought: Why does our goddess think she can escape the punishment of these cosmic thugs?

He raised his head and let out a long sigh. "The future is bleak..."

The dragon was dragged ashore, and from the forest on the island, a long, thick whip of flesh and metal rose into the air, then turned and pierced the dragon's back.

For the proud dragon race, this was an insult far more humiliating than defeat, but it could not escape the whip's churning, and could only let out earth-shaking struggles and angry dragon roars.

Power and life were drained together; the dragon's claws left deep marks on the rocks, and it was eventually dragged into the dense forest...

The sun sinks below the horizon, and night falls.

Diana hummed a song as she walked to a campfire and handed a grilled fish to the man shrouded in a black robe.

"Thorne, you can't go without eating. Now it's just the two of us left."

"You must really hate Nicole, right?" Thorne's skin was sickly pale, as if he had lost all his energy. His muscles had atrophied, and if it weren't for the metal on his back that had been cut, he would have been crawling on the ground.

He had long since given up hope, but he dared not embrace death.

Because his and Lilith's daughter is still alive in this world, if he dies, his daughter will have to bear all this suffering.

Diana snorted coldly, "She's always been annoying, flirting with Annie all the time."

"I was so stupid, really." Thorne laughed, revealing his broken, blackened teeth, then took the grilled fish from Diana and took a bite.

There was no taste. Yes, he could no longer taste anything, and even the sensation of pain had left him.