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king: Uh...well, to be honest, the main reason is that the prize money of the competition is 300 million, which is not a small amount, so Brother Saitama was tempted.

Kelly: 300 million, it’s not much.

king: ...

zero: You'd better shut up. Even though no sound can be heard when it's thrown into your enhancer, 300 million is indeed not a small amount.

Kelly: You get what you pay for. How can you become stronger without spending money?

Director of SHIELD: Although I want to agree, I have to admit that your products are indeed too expensive.

Kelly: But it's worth it... Well, since we're friends, I can give you a 10% discount.

Director of SHIELD: Thank you so much!

Kelly: You're welcome. Just come and take care of my business.

King Lingying of the Protectorate: I really can't afford to take care of you. After all, what do you need so much money for? Money is something outside of one's body. It's rare to see a businessman like you, and you're obviously not weak.

Kelly: You can't say that. We don't live in the mountains. Why don't we have to pay for food, clothing, housing and transportation? Laser cannons, robots, armor, electromagnetic weapons... These things are not cheap to make. Even though I charge a lot, I don't make much money.

Don't you feel guilty saying this?

Woban narrowed his eyes and sneered coldly, showing his disdain for Kelly's words.

She would believe anyone who said they didn't make money, except Kelly, whom she wouldn't believe even if she said something very good.

While maintaining the power to assimilate the underworld, Woban silently planned in her heart that after this period of time, she would go to Kelly again and strengthen the remaining 400 pieces of treasure to +24, so that Kelly would know what it means to not make much money.

King of the Guardian Spirit: Kira, how have you been lately? Have you resolved the issue with Altair?

Li Erlang ignored Kelly's pity talk and abruptly changed the subject.

After all, he was the ancestor of peddlers, a god believed in by merchants, so he was naturally familiar with the affairs of merchants. Kelly's words could only fool inexperienced students and aliens. Both Fury and Lelouch regarded her words as a joke that was not very funny.

Kira: Not so smooth.

[Hundreds of ghosts roam at night, demons dance wildly. 】

As Kira spoke, a live broadcast room prompt popped up in the lower corner of the chat interface, and Woban, Gabriel, Thor, Matou Shinji and others clicked on the live broadcast room one after another.

Kelly: There seems to be something wrong with this style of painting?

Through the camera in the live broadcast room, the Tokyo that appeared on the screen was not only out of place, but it was like it was sinking into the abyss of hell.

In front of the camera, Light Yagami is standing on the balcony of what appears to be a star-rated hotel, holding the railing with both hands, looking down at the city below.

Looking around, everywhere you look is filled with dirty darkness. The black air is covering Tokyo like smog. The streets, alleys, tall buildings, and pedestrians coming and going are entangled in the thick and foul air and cannot be seen clearly.

"Hahahaha!"

"Ouch!"

“Hoooooooooooo!”

“Chooaaaah!”

Sharp screams and roars echoed in the seemingly prosperous city. Deformed monsters with large heads and small bodies clung to passers-by and made excited noises. From time to time, black filthy air condensed into the shapes of deformed monsters. There were also strange-looking demons and monsters lined up in disorderly teams, rushing through the sparsely populated alleys and paths.

In such a world, the only color is the holy light in the distance. A huge white light object moves at high speed in the gloomy city. The darkness instantly dissipates wherever it passes. When the white light object leaves, the haze gathers again.

"Of course not, because this is my perspective, which is also God's perspective. The city in the eyes of ordinary people is naturally different from the city I see." Yagami Light closed his eyes and said calmly.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: In other words, the non-material world that can be seen through means such as clairvoyance and clairvoyance?

"Yes, this is the dark side of the city." Light Yagami nodded, his voice very heavy.

God of Justice: Why did it turn out like this?

"I mentioned this in the group some time ago, right? There is a Hyakumonogatari group among the creations, which is using the Internet to spread ghost stories, collect fears, and create monsters. The identity of that person has been confirmed. His name is Yamamoto Gorouzaemon, and he was killed by me the day after he discovered Hyakumonogatari. However, before his death, he created a monster - the Human Heart Demon, which is born from the negative emotions in the hearts of humans. The stronger the negative emotions, the faster it is born and the stronger its strength. It can also guide the darkness in other people's hearts to become monsters. Those little ghosts below are all Human Heart Demons. Although their individual strength is not worth mentioning, there are so many of them that they are almost impossible to kill." Light Yagami explained.

"Of course, it's only almost. Although there are many human ghosts, they are not endless. If we kill tens of thousands of them every day, they will be all killed in one or two months at most. Van Helsing's holy light can restrain these ghosts and prevent the rebirth of human ghosts."

God of Justice: In other words, there is something fishy going on...

"Yes, that's what I said." Yagami Light nodded, and then continued, "The human demon is a problem, but the problem is not just the human demon, there is also the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. Ibuki Suika integrated the demons created by Yamamoto Gorozaemon and formed a team of more than 200 people. They parade in the city every night. Those strange-looking demons and ghosts are the traces left by the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons."

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: You didn’t defeat her?

"I can win in a one-on-one fight, but even if Van Helsing and I team up, it will be difficult to defeat the One Hundred Demons Night Parade led by Ibuki Suika, because Otakemaru, Naraku, and Dio were also pulled into the One Hundred Demons Night Parade by Ibuki Suika's ability. Unless we are ruthless and raze an entire district to the ground at once, it will be difficult to defeat the One Hundred Demons Night Parade."

Light Yagami smiled bitterly and replied that the abilities of ghosts are naturally concealed, and as long as they don't fight in public, they can fully exert their full strength. But he is different. Apart from the power of death, which is useless for ghost stories, alchemy is too violent in terms of destruction. If you want to disperse the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons at once, you must use nuclear fusion that covers an entire area. In that case, not only Japan, but the whole world will be in chaos.

Chapter 305 Uruk

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: It doesn’t feel that difficult, it just sounds like it will take more time.

Van Helsing: Well, to put it bluntly, it's just slow work. If a fight really comes, Akado can solve the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons by himself, but Tokyo will also disappear.

Marquis Woban [Group Leader]: Just treat it as passing the time. I have already dealt with the most troublesome Sha Tiao Aige. There are only a few creatures remaining in the real world. They are not a problem at all.

"Sajo Aika is dead? When did it happen? How come I didn't know about it?" Light Yagami asked in surprise.

The mastermind behind all this is dead. It was such a big thing, but he, who was in the middle of the situation, didn't even know about it.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: Now I know.

"understood."

Yagami Light couldn't help but sigh. The leader of the group was really quick to act. According to a rough calculation, it only took one day to eliminate the enemy leader.

"However, this is good news. We don't have to worry about how to deal with Sajo Aige, so the workload is much lighter."

At this moment, a loud cell phone ring suddenly rang. Light Yagami took out his phone from his pocket, checked the time, and then turned off the alarm.

"12 o'clock, time's up." Putting the phone back into his pocket, Light Yagami summoned out a black notebook and a pen.

Light Yagami held the pen in one hand and the book in the other, and fluently copied down the names one after another in the Death Note.

king: Kira, what are you doing?

"Help Van Helsing reduce his burden," Light Yagami lowered his head and copied the names, explaining calmly, "The human demon comes from the darkness in the human heart. As long as there are no people with dark hearts, there will naturally be no human demon. So, at 12 noon every day, I will randomly copy the names of 1000 people in the Death Note."

Angel of Laziness: 1000 people a day? Are you crazy?! Van Helsing, you didn't stop him?! Altair didn't care?

Van Helsing: I can't stop him. Altair supports his approach, and Acardo has no objection because it is indeed more efficient.

"Don't get excited, Gabriel. You should know me. I'm not the kind of person who would kill innocent people."

Light Yagami already knew what the chat group would react to if he made his actions known, so he spoke calmly.

"The people I chose have already condensed into evil spirits. They are either criminals in prison, or evil accomplices who have not been caught, or criminals in reserve. In general, they are all garbage that deserve to die."

Angel of Laziness: Those people you are talking about have either been punished, will be punished eventually, or have not yet committed evil deeds. In any case, it is not your turn to kill them.

"We have to take emergency measures. After all, they are now threatening innocent people. For the sake of those innocent civilians, it is not wrong to kill them." Facing Gabriel's rebuttal, Light Yagami said it lightly. It was obviously a fallacy, but Gabriel could not deny it.

However, Gabriel was refuted by Light Yagami's sophistry, but Woban and others saw through Light Yagami's true purpose.

It was nothing more than spreading faith through miracles. Otherwise, there would be no need to limit it to 12 people at 1000 noon every day. If Light Yagami wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult to kill all the Japanese in Tokyo at once.

However, those who could see through Light Yagami's true intentions in the group had no intention of sabotaging him, because those who had such insight were all filthy-minded. Moreover, even if they did, Light Yagami could still use the excuse of worrying about causing a backlash from the world's laws.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: By the way, Freya, the goddess of love and beauty, is there any movement from her? She is a deity of the same level as me. Apart from Altair who restrains creatures, you, Van Helsing, and Acardo should not be her opponent even if they join forces.

"Freya... that's a very troublesome guy."

Light Yagami stopped copying down the names, frowned, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Although I don't know how powerful she is, I can't get close to her. Anyone who gets close to her will be captured by her charm. Ginza has become her backyard. If you are interested in the specific situation, you can ask Altair. It was she who contacted Freya in the first place."

Altair: Freya, how should I put it? She is a willful goddess, but also a rational goddess. She seems to be a hedonist, but this should be the cognitive difference between gods and humans... I can't see through her.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: For a god of love and beauty, this is quite high praise. Then what?

Altair: Then she left, claiming that she was going to travel to the United States. It seemed that she was not going to participate in the fight between me and other creatures, nor was she going to return to her own world. However, I still think she is very dangerous. If you have time, who can come and help to get rid of Freya?

Faced with Freya's request for help, most group members said they were powerless. Although Woban, Li Jilang, and Kobayashi Tor had the ability, they did not have the time, so they simply rejected Altair.

Altair did not force it. After all, the focus now was Tokyo. Since Freya showed no signs of causing trouble, there was no need to turn her into a mortal enemy. She could just be left until the end.

However, at this moment, no one would have thought how big a mess Freya would cause.

Mesopotamia, Sumerian underworld.

After 48 hours, Woban finally completed his work, making the underworld with an area of ​​40 square kilometers a part of her, and making the underworld gradually prosperous.

Echidna, which is rooted in the underworld, has dozens of mythical beasts and tens of thousands of servants of death. They placed all their assets in the underworld, and the underworld suddenly had the illusion of prosperity.

“Who are they…” Ereshkigal looked at the people and beasts scattered throughout the underworld with surprise and eagerness. Although they were not qualified private property, she was happy that the underworld had so many more residents.

"My props," Woban answered simply and clearly.

“Tools? Me too?” Ereshkigal was stunned for a moment, her expression darkening as she asked in a low voice.

“Of course not,” Woban looked at Ereshkigal in surprise, as if wondering why Ereshkigal would ask such a stupid question. “You are my subordinate, a minister who assists me in managing the underworld. You are a very important part of me. They are tools without self-awareness. How can you be confused with them?”

"Hmm... Hmm... Hmm, you actually say such sweet words. I really, really can't stand it. Don't think that I will be deceived by your sweet words." Listening to Woban's emotionless statement, Ereshkigal's face flushed with shyness, her eyes wandered, and she subconsciously raised her voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I never need to rely on sweet words to deceive. Compared with sweet words and deception, my power is more effective." Woban turned his head to look at the giant in the distance and said coldly.

Sweet words and deception were the tricks that Echidna had used before, but in the end, she still lost to her power. This also shows that no matter what you want to do, strength is the foundation.

“Um, ah, yes, yes, there is no such thing as sweet talk,” Ereshkigal waved her hands in panic, hesitating, “What I mean is, you want me to help you manage the underworld without any salary? Since you took away the sovereignty of the underworld, I have no obligation to manage the underworld. If you want me to continue to take on the job of the mistress of the underworld, you should at least pay me, right?”

"Well...reward, indeed." Woban nodded thoughtfully.

Ereshkigal is not just a decoration. As the mistress of the underworld, she can assist Woban in the battle and activate the defense mechanism of the underworld to attack. If Ereshkigal is missing, her combat power will inevitably be reduced.

"Do you like flowers?" asked Vauban.

“What?” Ereshkigal asked in confusion.

"Flowers, trees, warmth and life. Not things of the underworld, but things of the human world," Woban said calmly.

Before she could finish her words, Ereshkigal suddenly felt a warm breeze hitting her body.

It was the wind, a gentle spring breeze that brought comfortable warmth.

Along with the warm spring breeze, fine rain falls from the sky, symbolizing the rain of life, falling on the ground and bringing vitality to the dead soil of the underworld.

Ereshkigal raised her right hand and caught the hazy drizzle. She felt a warmth different from that of the Underworld, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Looking around, plants grew everywhere where the raindrops fell. Bright red flowers, emerald green grass leaves, slender fir trees, and all kinds of flowers and plants were scattered throughout the empty wilderness. The originally dead palace of the underworld had become a beautiful garden, just like the Elysian Garden in Greek legend.

"So beautiful... Different from the underworld, is this the beauty of the earth?"

Ereshkigal gazed at the colorful field with a greedy look, and exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of her heart.

"Aile." Woban suddenly shouted.

“Master?” Ereshkigal turned around, smiled shyly, and for the first time called out the proper title of the Master of the Contract.

"These are the rewards, the radiance of life that is the opposite of death, in exchange for your help in managing the underworld. If you are not satisfied, I will destroy these lives immediately." Woban said calmly.

According to her memory, Ereshkigal was not as greedy as Ishtar. She liked flowers, breeze, stars, water... These things that did not exist in the underworld belonged to the vitality of the human world. Coincidentally, the eternal spring in the wind of impermanence was the embodiment of vitality. It was not difficult to turn an area with a radius of one kilometer into a garden.

These were just cheap things that Woban could give without hesitation in exchange for Ereshkigal's assistance.

“To say something like that at a time like this, really…” Ereshkigal’s smile gradually faded, her cheeks puffed up, and her eyes were full of reproach as she spoke with dissatisfaction.

"That's the kind of thing you should say at a time like this. Answer me. Next, are you going to agree to my proposal and become my minister who rules the underworld on my behalf, or reject my proposal and become a useless soldier?" Woban had no ability to read the air and no intention of learning, so he asked directly.

"Of course I accept it. Please give me your guidance in the future, master. Ereshkigal, the mistress of the underworld, will serve as your subject and assist you in managing the underworld." Although she was a little dissatisfied, Ereshkigal did not act willfully. She looked into Woban's eyes and said seriously.

"Just like before, fulfill your obligations and continue to do a good job of managing the underworld." Woban nodded and said coldly.

After handing over the management of the underworld to Ereshkigal, detaching the Sumerian underworld from the Mesopotamian plain and incorporating it into his own world of consciousness, Woban left the underworld and returned to the temple on Mount Ebif.

Sitting in the temple, Woban could look out at the world without leaving his room, and the entire Mesopotamian plain was within his sight.

In the southwest, Uruk, the capital of the Sumerian civilization. Gabriel, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu and others have entered the city under the leadership of Merlin and are walking towards the tower temple.

"New stock, new stock~~~~! A large amount of autumn beer~~! The latest work of Atelier Dumuzi, which your majesty also loves! Only now can you taste this ultimate beer foam! Only now can you taste it!"

"Hey~, flower shop~, this is Merulu's flower shop! Although everyone is busy fighting day and night, don't forget to add some color to your life! Whether it's a celebration or a gift for your wife, you can come and consult us about anything~!"

"Everyone! The western region is recruiting people to move clay! Those who are confident in their strength, please gather at the canal mooring area in the city before noon! I look forward to your arm strength!"

"No, wait, the military academy is also short of manpower! If this continues, the guns sent to the north wall will become branches! People with experience in making weapons, come to the military academy! We can talk about building arrow towers later, later! We have received a large amount of aid from His Majesty, and we can make a fortune if we come now~!"

From Woban's perspective, the atmosphere in this oldest fortress city of mankind was extremely lively.