Zongman: The wrong person on the ground, double Shenwei at the beginning

Rhodes used the Vulcan Blade as a conductor's baton, elegantly directing Apophis's attacks with both hands, while Wieth's piercing screams became the beautiful music being played.

Witt's face, abdomen, chest, legs, back—every part of his body was heavily attacked.

Each time its body was attacked, it was immediately and mercilessly slashed away from another direction.

He was like a rag doll in the air, constantly being slapped and thrown back as Rhodes swung his hands with varying amplitude and speed. Even his angry roars were choked in his throat by the continuous heavy blows!

Blood streamed from the corner of his mouth, and he looked utterly disheveled. Witt's eyes first flashed with rage, then astonishment, and finally, horror.

He was even deprived of the right to resist!

In a daze, Witt seemed to see a monster with a jet-black dragon head.

"This is...."

Witt was hit in the face with another punch, and his longsword clattered to the ground.

Almost all of his bones were crushed, and his internal organs were in a terrible state.

His entire body went limp, devoid of the madness and arrogance he had displayed moments before!

Apophis manipulated IBM particles to forcibly pull the helpless Vitra up with his arms outstretched, and floated in front of Rhodes like a trophy.

Witt seemed to be nailed to an invisible cross, his head drooping limply, his body trembling, and his breathing ragged.

His face was filled with disbelief and resentment; his former arrogance and conceit had been completely extinguished, leaving only embarrassment and shame.

"What is that thing... Death...?"

Rod looked at him quietly, turned his wrist, and spoke softly.

"She's my partner, you could even call her my grim reaper, since you usually only see her before the enemy dies."

The physical structure of demi-humans allows them to see IBM, while ordinary humans may also see IBM for a short period of time when experiencing extremely intense emotional fluctuations.

The most intense emotions occur before death.

Therefore, Witte's statement is not wrong.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Witt forced a laugh and took a deep breath.

"Actually, I respect heroes like you, those who, in this flawed little garden, refuse to succumb to the unreasonable, stand up against the irrational, and never stop resisting the world..."

"Your figures are so dazzling and sublime, far more worthy of worship than mere gods. Without a doubt, you are the objects of my admiration..."

Rod clicked his tongue, making no attempt to hide his disgust.

"No thanks. Being admired by someone like you whose life consists only of killing would make me so disgusted that I wouldn't even be able to eat."

"That's really going too far. Even at a time like this, your words are still so vicious and heartless."

The clown mask peeled off his face, and he murmured weakly.

"I no longer care how you did all this; after all, heroes are capable of miracles that ordinary people cannot understand."

"But at least let me ask one question..."

Congratulations on triggering an A-level wish.

[Content: Answer Witte's question; whatever your answer, in whatever form, will fulfill your wish.]

[Rewards and Punishments: One of Wit's abilities, and the corresponding Wish Points.]

Rhodes sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"So, have most of the gods in this world fulfilled their duties properly? Why are there always lost sheep asking me questions?"

Witt took Rod's agreement as a given and began to speak on his own.

"If the evil I commit is based on a truth known only to myself, then what exactly have I done wrong?"

Witt is a so-called "deficient person". Everything in his field of vision is gray, people's voices sound like noise to his ears, and everything he puts in his mouth feels like an indescribable foreign object. He doesn't even know what fragrance is.

These kinds of people only feel alive when they are killing, while beings like Rhodes are born to enjoy it as a matter of course.

No wonder he lost his composure.

But he wasn't exactly a low-class lackey.

In order to prevent himself from becoming a foolish "victim" again, Witt plans to carry out a destruction and regeneration reset of this flawed world.

It was based on this outrageous yet interesting idea that Rod gave him one last chance to speak.

“There are many people in the world who are more miserable than you, but still uphold justice. You just cowardly denied the possibility of embarking on justice from the very beginning.”

Witt's expression turned awkward, as if his inner thoughts had been seen through. Rhodes stared at him coldly, raised the Vulcan Blade, and held it to Witt's neck. Suddenly, he changed the subject and uttered a classic Uchiha quote.

"What I just said was the main argument, but if we follow my philosophy..."

"You are not wrong, you were just born in the wrong world."

Witt suddenly looked up and stared at Rhodes with wide eyes, bursting into the most genuine laughter like a child excited about a heroic tale.

"You really are something..."

Flames are drawn from their sheaths.

The flames of justice ignited from Vulcan's blade, slicing the villain's head cleanly, and the flames, symbolizing the brief end of darkness, shot straight into the sky!

"That's enough, I don't want to talk to a man for this long."

The system notification sounded, and Rhodes glanced at Witt's corpse, thought for a moment, and then put him into the isolation zone of the Divine Might Space.

This guy is at least a level 4 fighter; he might be useful later.

Rod looked around at the badly damaged streets, his brow furrowing slightly.

"If only I could draw magic from the Harry Potter world, for one thing, the Restoration Charm really works."

"Forget it, let the guild worry about these things..."

After causing a ruckus, Apophis changed forms and flew through the air, uttering light, joyful chants.

Rhodes beckoned, and she transformed into human form, obediently landing in front of him and affectionately cupping Rhodes' palm.

Rod was very satisfied with her performance.

Its pure physical damage output has probably reached level 5.

However, her combat capabilities still rely more on stealth and recovery abilities, so we should consider strengthening those abilities later.

"Let's go, take me back and bring those two people home."

Inside the abandoned church overgrown with weeds.

Erebis suddenly stood up, staring blankly at the place where the crimson fire was rising, the fake smile on his face vanishing.

"The bloodline connection is severed... Witt..."

As his only remaining member of the clan, Witt's departure was a significant blow to him.

"Although that child will only suffer in this world, it's still a little sad at this point."

Erebus frowned, then suddenly seemed to realize something, and his expression changed slightly.

"That guy has level 4 power? That's too fast, too abnormal!"

He looked up at the tall woman with silver hair, his tone pleading.

“I can’t let him get away with this any longer, Alphia. My gut tells me I have to get rid of him now!”

"If you were the one known as the 'Monster of Calamity,' you would surely be able to break through the anomaly on that guy and end that inexplicable miracle!"

Alphia opened her usually tightly closed eyes, her heterochromatic pupils blazing with anger as she looked at Erebis.

"Erebus, we did promise to give you our last flame, but that doesn't mean you can humiliate and trample on our remaining dignity!"

"You want me, a level 7, to kill a kid who just joined the familia? To wipe out an adventurer who hasn't even undergone his transformation yet?"

"This is not a trial, it's murder!"

"I don't care if my hands are stained with blood, or if I'm hated, but is your current thinking really 'justice' or 'necessary evil'?"

Leaving behind a sharp and cold question, the gray-haired witch disappeared without looking back.

Erebus staggered, then struggled to his feet, leaning on a chair for support, a look of bewilderment in his eyes.

He turned to look at the burly man with dark brown hair, who was two meters tall.

“Chardo…”

Chardo's eyes, deep within the brim of his hat, scrutinized the ever-composed god.

"If you insist that I do it, I'll probably do it, but is that guy [evil]?"

"No, he is undoubtedly righteous."

Erebis gave a negative answer without hesitation.

Despite their completely different stances and their mutual desire to kill each other, he would never slander the other's heart.

"Is the future that guy is guiding us toward [evil]?"

This question plunged Erebis into a long silence.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"I have no idea..."

Chardo cast a surprised look at him.

Erebus shrugged with a wry smile.

"I can't see him clearly, and I can't predict his future."

"As one of the gods, I was once fascinated by the unknown, but I probably never imagined that one day I would be afraid of the unknown..."

Chardo finally understood Erebus's inner turmoil.

As long as they follow their predetermined plan, many people may die in the process, but the final result will surely save the world.

But if that guy named Rhodes is allowed to interfere, many people may not die now, but the future will become completely uncontrollable.

"I understand. I'll go and meet that guy myself."

Chardo donned his black armor and slowly walked towards the door.

"I will decide on the next path based on my judgment, and I may even be on the opposite side of you, so please don't mind."

After saying that, Chardo disappeared.

In the empty and silent church, the god's soft sigh echoed.

"Sigh... No matter what their decision is, the plan still has to go through with."

Erebus's eyes gleamed with determination.

"Since we can't crush you with quality, we'll overwhelm you with sheer numbers!"

Above the eaves, Alphia gazed quietly at Rhodes flying in the distance, her gray hair fluttering gently. She then quickly looked away, staring listlessly at the azure sky above.

"Metria... is this the world you hoped for...? I'm afraid I'll have to wait a little longer before I can see you again..."

In the past of this timeline, a story that changed the lives of many people began right from the start.

The most important thing, however, is that the "Egg of the Hero," which the gods were waiting for, was never born.

Everything underwent an irreversible change.

With no way out, Erebus became even more impatient.

Alphia had no worries in her heart, and naturally she wouldn't risk her life just to leave that person a bright future.

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Rod leaped from the air and landed steadily at the alley entrance.