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Chapter Sixty-Two: Dare to disobey me, who is Baal?

"The seventh... king!"

Looking at Lu Ye's expressionless face, the witch felt her teeth chattering slightly.

Although she once had the arrogant idea of ​​controlling a god-slayer, when she actually faced a demon king, even her calves trembled a little.

"Hoo~!" Lu Ye's slightly narrowed eyes held an undisguised malice. "Where exactly do you want to go?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive my sin of spying." Without immediate hesitation, the witch knelt on the ground and confessed her crime.

It seems that the mystical people of this world all share the same approach to dealing with the Demon King.

They dare to treat ordinary people as nothing, but when faced with someone stronger, they immediately lose all courage and strength and can only humbly beg for mercy.

"I'm still hoping that you'll have a little courage."

Lu Ye looked down at the witch kneeling on the ground and said in a low voice.

"I have no such intention!" The witch seemed to think this was Lu Ye's accusation, and her face instantly put on a fawning smile.

The large expanse of exposed skin is enough to make many young boys dizzy.

Then, she twisted her body, which had been maintained and conditioned by magic over a long period of time, her voluptuous figure moving like a snake—

Oh no, it moved towards Lu Ye's position like an insect.

Then, she raised her face, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears, on the verge of sobbing.

"Your Majesty, I never expected Your Majesty to grace us with your presence. I inadvertently spied upon you and offended you; I deserve to die. Please punish me, Your Majesty—"

Lu Ye was stunned for a moment.

Then, his expression changed.

"Witch, are you fooling me?!"

The voice was filled with malice and... disgust.

ha?

Luculazia Zola, a witch who considered herself to still possess some beauty thanks to years of maintenance, was stunned.

"If it's bread, I don't mind offering praise."

"If it's fertilizer, I would also acknowledge its value."

"but--"

Lu Ye opened his eyes, his gaze icy.

He didn't know when it started, perhaps because of the increase in his power, but he seemed to be able to gradually sense the mental state of others.

"Using a youthful appearance to package a decaying soul, the strange feeling emanating from the conflict between appearance and soul is no different from a hamburger filled with farmyard manure."

"If this kind of thing were to behave itself, I wouldn't bother with it, but what are you doing right now?"

"Pfft, hahahahaha—!" In his mind, the little devil laughed so hard he was doubled over, his body shaking with laughter.

“You’ve probably misunderstood,” Mozlis wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and explained, “She’s probably trying to seduce you.”

"Tempt me?"

"Uh-huh!"

"she?"

"Uh-huh."

Lu Ye's face darkened slightly as he lifted his foot.

This witch, who exudes an aura of decay, had just reached out as if to grab his trouser leg.

"Snapped!"

Lu Ye stepped on her hand and put it on the ground.

Then, he kicked her away, making her roll several times.

"This guy, who reeks of decay from the inside out, is trying to tempt me?" Lu Ye's gaze was icy.

“No, you’ve probably misunderstood.” Mozlis tilted her head, her dark golden vertical pupils blinking playfully. “Not everyone in this world can sense the state of mind of others like you do.”

It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

But ah.

“Even so—” Lu Ye crossed his arms, and swords formed from condensed magic appeared behind him.

"This guy with such a rotten mindset is trying to tempt me, isn't he just fooling me?"

"But I have very little patience and time left to deal with the witch who dared to plot against me. I will now reveal the whole truth!"

“I—” Kubiro Zola stared wide-eyed in horror, his body trembling slightly.

"I said--"

"Forget it, I don't have the patience to listen anymore."

Lu Ye frowned impatiently.

To be honest, this guy is probably just an outsider; his only role is to provide the Prometheus Tablets.

Oh right, and she's also the village chief of the starting village... no, she's just an NPC in the first story quest.

They might not even know as much as Lu Ye himself.

After all, her accomplices clearly didn't care about her life at all.

otherwise--

"Do you think you can outmaneuver me with something like this?"

Lu Ye's eyes were cold as he walked a few steps to the wall in the living room.

On the wall hangs a painting that looks quite old.

He raised his hand, his fingers piercing through the glass layer surrounding the painting as if they were thin paper, then through the paper itself, and grasped something.

For him, this aura was all too obvious.

He took it out of the painting—

A stone slab.

"Impossible!" Luculazia Zola stared in shock. "The real Prometheus Manual is still in my hands! I had agreed with Ichiro to make a fake one and give it to him first, and then secretly put it in his backpack when the Kusanagi kid came to Sardinia!"

"Oh." Lu Ye glanced at the Prometheus Manual in his hand with dead fish eyes and nodded slightly.

He could sense that someone had set up a trigger-based spell centered around this stone slab.

The activation condition for the spell seems to be sensing a certain amount of magical power being used... which means someone nearby is using their power.

Once the spell is activated, it will immediately send a message to a certain location and trigger the Prometheus Codex to attempt to absorb power once. Then the stone tablet will be automatically teleported away.

Such a method could probably only be devised by Susanoo, who was a god who did not obey orders.

From the witch's few words, he finally understood the whole story.

Precious artifacts, regardless of whether you know how to use them, are safer to keep in your own hands.

Therefore, according to her plan, she should first make a fake stone slab and have Kusanagi Godou bring it over.

Then, once Kusanagi Godo is on the ground, the fake stone slab will be replaced with a real one.

However, this witch, who thought herself clever, had no idea that she had been tricked. What she kept in her hand was actually a fake!

Her accomplices had another plan.

If the plan goes awry, and the disobedient god finds her beforehand and intervenes, then the Prometheus Tablet will automatically absorb the power and teleport away!

If everything goes smoothly, then after she swaps the stone slabs, she should swap them again!

The triggered spell seemed to be preparing to teleport the stone slab away directly, but Lu Ye used his enormous magical power to break the spell.

"That's why I said this guy couldn't possibly know anything."

Lu Ye showed a look of weariness, and then the magical swords floating behind him fell like raindrops.

"You're wasting my time."

Then, he turned and looked into the distance.

Has it already appeared in the world?

He was a burly man who was over two meters tall.

His unruly hair, which he never cuts, and the beard that covers the lower half of his face, leave a deep impression and give him a very wild appearance.

The bulging muscles were overwhelming to look at, both majestic and sacred.

Despite wearing very rough clothes—dirty rags and leather covering his chest, and a tattered cloak draped over his body—he exuded an air of authority.

If an ordinary person could witness this and escape heart and lung cessation, their first reaction would probably be to prostrate themselves in worship.

Mekal, the god-king of the Mediterranean.

He is, and he has an even more resounding name, Baal, the god-king of the Canaanites.

"Is it you?" The God-King's face revealed a majestic expression as he looked down at the somewhat short figure before him. "You awakened me to challenge the strong?"

"Hahahaha!" The glorious war god roared with unrestrained laughter. "I am the strongest! And the one who holds all victory in my hands!"

"O King of the Mediterranean, can you bring me defeat?"

"Hmph, what an audacious brat." Mekar, or rather, Baal, Baal, wore an arrogant and cruel smile.

"Since you dare to challenge me, then let me inflict defeat upon you to defend my title as the King of Gods—" Baal was speaking arrogantly and confidently when his voice suddenly stopped, and his face instantly filled with rage.

"How dare you! You actually attempt to use me as a sacrifice, a stepping stone to your descent! Get back here!"

"Do you dare disobey me, Baal?!"

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Author's Note + Bounty

This is the drummer, and this book goes on sale tomorrow. I'm so damn nervous...

Now, it's time to see the results of all this time. I'm a little nervous. I hope you all enjoy the story I've told you.

I wanted to write novels because of my interest, but if I wanted to write them well, then it became a part of my real life.

I am very grateful that I was able to embark on this path.

Choosing this path and writing my first book on a certain website successfully brought me an income equivalent to more than a year's tuition and living expenses for university, greatly easing the burden on my family. So I am truly grateful for this profession.

Now a sophomore, when I first entered university, my family was struggling financially, and I had to rely on interviews with the city's TV station to seek financial assistance from society.

There are three children in my family, and my mother is also seriously ill. The doctor told my dad that my mom only had four years left, but she is incredibly resilient; perhaps it's a mother's unwavering determination. Thinking back to my freshman year of college, I wanted to attend a tutoring program to learn a second foreign language, but had to give up because of the tuition fees. It's truly heartbreaking.

However, those economic problems are now in the past.

I suppose these are the reasons why, even though I got into a university that others consider very good, I still chose to write novels.

If I were to say what the significance of choosing this path is for me personally, I would say it helped me overcome the inferiority complex that inevitably arose because of my family.

I will definitely take this book seriously. Because there are still practical problems to solve... Our house is still rented, and a few days ago my two older sisters and I were discussing how buying a house, even just paying the down payment, would make my mother much happier.

After it's released, there will inevitably be fewer people. But regardless of whether you leave or not, I am very grateful for your continued support. Every click, every favorite, every small gift you send, every thread and comment in the discussion makes me feel very fulfilled.

I hope that the stories I write can bring joy to everyone, and also bring joy to myself.

Enjoyment is my guiding principle in writing.

I hope you will enjoy the story I've presented. Due to the limitations of the author's skill, there may be minor flaws, but I hope that overall, you will still find it a book worth reading.