Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Looking at Esther who had put on her clothes again and changed into a pair of grey over-the-knee socks with the blush still on her face, Roland, who had finished tidying up, took Esther's hand again.

"Let's go, we have things to do today."

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Although Roland's departure time today was much later than usual due to the situation in the morning, with the help of the Black Shadow Legion and yesterday's progress, they soon arrived at the fifteenth floor.

By this point, the number of people has been greatly reduced. Starting from the thirteenth floor, even level 2 must form a team, and the deeper you go, the fewer people there are around.

The reason for this is that in addition to the increasing strength of the dungeon, the increasing refresh frequency of monsters cannot be ignored.

Even if you have reliable teammates, you will not be able to guarantee your own safety when facing constantly refreshing monsters if you don't have the ability to break the deadlock.

Because of this, although you meet fewer people as you go down, their levels are also improving and you gain more.

Therefore, the deeper you go, the more adventurers should be wary of the so-called monsters.

"Are you right?"

Roland smiled and stepped on the guy wrapped in a robe in front of him. He exerted a little force and broke his spine in two.

"Ahhh! Stop kidding, you are the one who covets my gains..."

Although his fingers were deeply embedded in the ground, the adventurer who suffered such pain still gritted his teeth and insisted on his previous words.

"Oh, what a tough guy," Roland said with an interested smile. "But, he is clearly a level 3 player, but he is pretending to be a level 2 player when walking and moving. This is suspicious in itself."

"It's just that I didn't have time to report it to the guild..." The pale-faced adventurer gritted his teeth and still refused to admit it. Anyway, he didn't do anything. He just approached Roland and was attacked by him. In this case, even if he was a member of the Ikelos clan, he had the right to argue.

"I didn't have time. Well, let's put that aside for now, but it seems that you haven't been back to the surface for a while. Although I have only been in Orario for two days, I am still somewhat famous."

Roland held his chin up and released flames from his hands, burning through the adventurer's clothes on his back.

"Oh, the ability value is still locked. Well, even if I don't have the medicine to unlock it, it won't be a problem for me."

Seeing Roland's reckless behavior, the adventurer also became a little flustered. He originally thought that the other party spared his life because of his conscience, but from his understanding of the unlocking medicine and his nonchalant behavior of peeping into other people's ability values, which broke the taboo, he realized that he might have really offended the wrong person.

Ability points are the foundation of adventurers' survival. Any snooping will evolve into irreconcilable hatred, and people who can casually say such words are definitely not good people.

"Hey……"

He wanted to struggle one last time, but Roland's tone suddenly turned cold.

"That's enough. Stop insulting my intelligence with your so-called lies. When I saw the look you gave Esther, your fate, which is even more despicable than a frog's piss, was already sealed."

"Speaking of which clan are you from... never mind, it's not important."

Roland raised a finger and placed it on the adventurer's back, his sharp eyes full of anticipation.

"Anyway, from now on, you will be my slave."

Dark malice overflowed from his fingertips and dripped onto the back of the unfortunate fellow. The next moment, the color of the sacred text was stained with darkness.

The power called grace was forcibly distorted by the malice of mankind. As for the grace itself that was guarded with all his might, he could not specifically change its nature, just as the black mud would not take away the power of the heroic spirit itself.

All it took away was their belonging.

"Ahhhh!"

The black mud quickly reconnected his broken spine, but the scum rolled on the ground as if his whole body was burning with pain. When he found that Roland had released his restraints on him, he gritted his teeth, bent his legs, and prepared to rush out quickly, and then use the terrain to get rid of Roland.

But what was incredible was that as a level 3 adventurer, he just stumbled weakly on the ground.

"How is this possible! My power... my power!"

With a mouthful of mud, he even forgot about running away, and instead grabbed the dagger at his waist in panic. This fine weapon, which used to be so easy to use, now seemed extremely heavy.

He had never felt his body so weak before. This state was completely different from the curse, magic, and fatigue.

——As if he had never received any favor at all.

Roland walked towards him slowly and said in a joyful tone.

"The so-called power of grace, if you don't integrate it into yourself, is essentially just a strengthening spell. It is completely dependent on the gods. No matter how high the level is, if the god to whom it belongs dies, you will become the same as an ordinary person. You can only be reactivated after finding a new god and converting. If the authority is high enough, you can even directly seal the power brought by grace."

"Impossible, even if there is such ability, no one else can do it except the clan's main god!"

"That's natural," Roland nodded affirmatively. "If every god had the GM privilege to ban players, then this game would be extremely boring. Therefore, this is destined to be a privilege for a few."

"The reason why I can do this is very simple. I just forced you to convert to another religion. Now you officially belong to the Holy Lord's clan."

Roland smiled as he looked at the defenseless male adventurer in front of him. Seeing the man's desperate look, he stretched out his hand and let the surging black mud completely cover him.

"Next, let's spend the last few minutes of your life together happily."

After a long while, when the demon-like wailing stopped, Roland clapped his hands and pressed his thumbs, turning everything that had ever existed about this guy into ashes.

In terms of results, today's experiment was much more successful than yesterday's.

Through the power of the evil of this world, he can be called a phantom god of civil war. Any adventurer who relies on grace and whose power does not belong to himself can be easily bullied into the family of the Holy Lord.

It is a pity that he cannot directly absorb other people's past experience points, perhaps because that status has been updated and fixed.

However, before the update, those experience points that have grown but not been formally solidified can be successfully absorbed by him.

Moreover, after being poured into the black mud, he can choose to let it lurk, not forcibly convert the other party, but quietly absorb its experience points like a parasite.

The feasibility of this is much greater. He can let the slaves of his clan act as hunters in this regard, knock down those adventurers before they return to the surface, force them to drink Roland's black mud, and snatch the experience points that have not yet been converted.

If this is done once and for all, all the experience points gained by this adventurer from training will belong to Roland.

If all goes well, it won't be long before all the adventurers in Orario will be working for him alone. What a blessing that would be.

However, Roland was still a kind-hearted man after all, and he was not prepared to eat alone. After all, if there was no motivation at all, the adventurers would not have much motivation to exercise.

After all, to achieve sustainable development, sustainability must be the first priority.

Let's distribute the experience points in a ratio of 70:30 for now.

Moreover, even if there was no experience points, distributing the black mud was something Roland had already thought of.

During the Type-Moon period, although the identities of the six beasts had been officially integrated into Roland, they were still only juveniles after all.

In order to fully grow the seven heads and ten crowns of a great red dragon and become a complete form that can cause the destruction of humanity, in addition to devouring the souls of servants, ordinary souls will also do. However, compared to the souls of servants, this requires a much larger number.

After continuous upgrades and training, the quality of the souls of these adventurers in Orario is quite good.

If possible, Roland even planned to let ordinary people be infected by the evil of this world. After all, he was not picky about food.

The souls of adventurers in the dungeon can be eaten, and the souls of ordinary people outside the dungeon must not be spared either. This is what can be called healthy!

Unfortunately, he has not yet found a suitable channel to spread the evil of this world on a large scale. Even if it is mixed into drinking water and food, there will always be some abnormalities in order to reach a quantity that can devour souls. Other people are not fools and will not be so unvigilant.

Therefore, Roland could only target the adventurers first.

It's not so bad for people parasitized by the black mud, but the amount of soul consumed by devouring is simply insignificant compared to the grace required to cover all the sacred texts, and the higher the level, the greater the consumption, so it is not easy to be detected.

However, the selection of clan members still needs to be carefully considered.

With the black mud and demonic energy around, Roland didn't have too many concerns about the strength and loyalty of his clan, but the selection of people was a problem.

After Heini converts the adventurers, their appearance and strength will undergo great changes. A normal clan, even if the main god is a little lazy, still needs to be renewed once in a while, so they will not fail to notice this abnormality.

Moreover, if possible, Roland wanted to directly take over the nest of a clan belonging to another main god and use other people's mature organizational structure directly. This would be much easier than looking for people one by one by himself.

Roland touched his chin, pondered, and began to gradually move up the ladder, thinking of options that met the requirements.

"This clan must be easy to control, its members must have a need for worldly demands, the main god must be completely rotten and not care about anything, but they must know how to accept guidance, and it is best if they have a certain identity and status, so that it will be very convenient for them to do things and even transform."

After listing all the conditions, Roland himself raised his eyebrows because of such harshness, but he actually thought of a suitable option.

Just as Roland was about to go back to collect relevant information, he suddenly stopped and looked at the corner ahead.

There, a male adventurer wearing leather armor, carrying a long sword on his back and with a very fierce look in his eyes, was scolding impatiently at a girl who was wearing a white robe and looked very petite, probably only about eleven or twelve years old at most. She was carrying a backpack that was several times larger than his body.

"It's really true that there is no coincidence in the world..."

The moment Roland had the idea, fate could not wait to give him the answer. This was the favor it bestowed on its only favored one.

"I am really lucky. So lucky that others... despair."

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Chapter 126 Experience the burning power!

"Hurry up and catch up! I'm the one who kills the monsters. If you can't even do something as simple as carrying a bag, then you're just a piece of crap, right?"

The male adventurer walking in front of the passage scolded the girl behind him in a rather rude tone, but under such abuse, the girl did not even raise her head, but just followed the male adventurer timidly.

Because she is a professional supporter.

That is the so-called porter. Although it is a different world, there are obviously no convenient things like dimensional bags or space rings here. In the real adventure, this profession naturally has its necessity.

Whether carrying necessities, extra weapons, or magic stones obtained from killing enemies, the heavy backpack will cause unnecessary constraints over time. In this case, there are naturally logistics personnel who are specifically responsible for carrying.

In most clans, newcomers basically play similar roles, learning from their predecessors and providing help in whatever way they can. However, there are always some special ones. The favor is just to explore possibilities. Those who have no talent in combat or whose mentality is not suitable for combat will give up becoming adventurers and become a full-time supporter.

However, the treatment of these people will not be as good as that of newcomers.

Among the mixed group of adventurers, not all of them need support, and not all of them are willing to share the magic stones they have fought hard for with those who are only responsible for carrying them without hesitation.

Therefore, without a reliable family to back them up, the status of the supporter is quite low.

As the duo approached, the male adventurer walking in front quickly noticed Roland's presence and stopped suddenly.

The girl who looked like a dwarf also raised her head because of this unusual situation, revealing her chestnut hair and her cute and tender face. She subconsciously put on a flattering smile, but the emotion in her eyes was very dull.

"Excuse me...what can I do for you?"

Seeing Roland, who was obviously waiting for someone, the male adventurer looked at this rising hero with trepidation.

"I have something to say to the supporter next to you. If possible, please leave on your own."

Roland glanced at the adventurer calmly, not wanting to waste time talking, and spoke in a tone that sounded more like a negotiation than a command.

"Yes, yes! This guy and I just teamed up today, there is no extra relationship!"

The male adventurer had no intention of questioning, instead he felt as if he had been pardoned. The other party was a person who could even defeat the sword lady. If he wanted to live a more stable life at level 1, it would be a smarter choice for him not to have anything to do with these monsters.

After the male adventurer ran away, Roland walked up to the girl who was trying her best to hide her inner fear and disgust with a sweet and hypocritical smile.

"You are Lililuka Erd, right? From the Soma clan?"

"...Yes, hero, I am a supporter of the Soma clan. You can just call me Lily."

Although the status of the supporters was low, they were well-known for being well-informed, and Roland's reputation had long been well-known to everyone.

Although Lily was disturbed by the other party's cold expression, she still forced a smile and read out the disgusting name of the clan.

"What do you want, then?"

"I'm Roland. Come work for me. I want you to take me to the Soma clan. I want to take over the business of the divine wine and distribute it to the whole world faster. Although you have no talent in combat, I still admire your talent in business. What's more, you also have special advantages."

Lily gave a stiff smile.

The Soma clan is a very special existence in Orario, not only because of the main god, but also because of their unique way of survival.

They do not worship the main god, but only the wine he brews. They use this to control their clan members and continue to make money.

But in the final analysis, this is just a small matter. Why would a famous hero be attracted to such a small matter?

"You must be joking. Even with the divine wine, the Soma clan can't stand out in the competition in Orario, let alone the whole world?"

"It's very simple. The reason for this situation is that, on the one hand, there are too few strong people in your clan. Even if you try your best, the reward you can offer to the Lord God is limited, resulting in insufficient production. What's more, most of it is drunk by you yourselves."

Roland lowered his head and looked at Lily. His deep red eyes flickered slightly, with a hint of a smile that was not a smile.

In front of these eyes, Lily felt her whole body tremble, as if everything about her had been seen through.

"The other reason is more obvious, because of racial exclusion."

In Orario, although the world's unity has been promoted many times by the thousands of years of underground city disasters, resulting in overt discrimination being rare, that's all.

It is very common for races to band together to form countries and forces. Although the gods' followers treat everyone equally, they are more keen to choose elves, dwarves, orcs as part of their followers because of the advantages brought by their excellent racial talents.

Some races even use this advantage to establish monopolies in certain industries. If you are not of the same race, you don't even have a chance to integrate, let alone promote your business.

You can only succeed if you claim to be a god.

"Since you know everything, why are you looking for me? For something like this, it would be more reasonable to go to the leader of the clan."

Lily responded to Roland, but her toes moved unconsciously on the ground, as if she was afraid of being discovered.

"Why, after all, your Cinderella who can transform into other races is more suitable for this, right?"

Roland raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a playful arc.