You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"……what?"

Iori chuckled to himself, unsure how Rama had come to that conclusion.

Seeing that Iori did not respond, the white-haired youth sighed to himself, "It's a pity that I have been asleep for too long. My divine sword has long since decayed and my divine power is extremely weak. There is no earth essence here to nourish my divine body... I definitely can't beat you."

"You can talk, but keep your mouth down!"

"cough!"

"..."

—Iori rolled her eyes, already guessing Rama's thoughts.

This guy was saying disheartened things, but his facial expression was quite lively. It was like a prisoner on a life sentence being told he was going to be released, and he was overjoyed but had to try to keep calm.

In fact, they are quite similar...

The title of "Last King" is both an honor and a shackle. Rama thus gained power far exceeding that of ordinary gods, but at the same time, he had to shoulder the mission of "annihilating all demon kings (godslayers) on earth."

This shouldn't be considered a burden. Rama himself was a person with a strong sense of justice, and he was willing to become someone who could restrain the Demon King, so that he could protect more innocent people from being harmed.

But like a certain red archer in Type-Moon, he was working when he suddenly discovered that his heartless boss wouldn't give him holidays, and that what he was doing was gradually deviating from his original intentions, and instead hurting many people he was supposed to protect!

As a result, Rama was naturally completely numb.

He lies dormant in this lonely place, which is less an escape than a self-imposed exile.

Now that someone has come to take over, how could he not be happy?

only……

"Well, even so, I still advise you to give up."

Rama was only briefly happy for himself before he quickly regained his composure and returned to being the kind-hearted and righteous companion he once was.

"This is a job that will wear down your spirit, rust your blade, and demoralize your hero... I am glad that someone can take my place, but as a hero, you must never shirk your pain and responsibility to others!"

This is a story I started, so it's only right that I bring it to a close.

Fate's cruel tricks are something no one can escape, but at the very least, we shouldn't let it control us... You should go.

Iori listened quietly to Rama's words, and when the final, seemingly sighing advice ended, his expression was the complete opposite of Rama's somber demeanor; he revealed a confident and cheerful smile.

Now, however, Rama's words sparked an interesting idea in him:

This is also a good choice, after all, there are many god-slayers, but there can only be one final king!

—He has always enjoyed challenges that are different from the norm.

"Thank you for your advice, but I was not guided by fate. No one in this world can influence my choices, much less manipulate me."

"You are very confident, but you may have no other choice at that time."

Rama said seriously, "Even if you are not bound by the karma of fate and it is just a coincidence that you came here... it is still very dangerous."

The goddess of fate has been searching for me, urging me on. She hopes that the 'Last King' can reappear on earth, restart the cycle of gods and god-slayers, and annihilate all the demon kings on this land!

As for me... I have been sleeping all this time because I know it is pointless. The Demon King will keep appearing. I am like Sisyphus in Greek mythology, doing a job that can never be finished.

The most terrifying thing is that if this 'giant rock' I'm pushing gets out of control, it will cause the destruction of the entire world—for this reason, I can only choose to sleep!

However, the goddess of fate shows no mercy to anyone. If she discovers your existence, she will surely find a way to make you replace me and become the new 'Last King'!

What was it about Rama that made him, despite being deeply entangled in the trap, still advise others to stay away from it?

—Iori began to admire this disobedient god she was meeting for the first time.

"Are you so afraid of fate?"

Iori asked with a smile, "Is she very good at fighting?"

"……Um?"

Rama paused for a moment, “It’s not a question of whether we can fight or not, it’s that… no matter what kind of god she is, she can’t escape the weaving of fate. She’s not that she’s so powerful in battle, but that she’s simply irresistible.”

In other words, the goddess of fate is the "administrator" of this world.

Iori nodded, then asked, "Can she even control a 'vagrant' like me?"

"Forehead……"

Rama really didn't know the answer to this question!

"As long as you're in this world, you have to abide by the rules here... probably."

The white-haired boy seemed a little insecure, probably because there were too few examples to analyze.

Iori shook her head:

Just kidding, even if "Fate" is all-powerful, capable of restraining disobedient gods like Rama, and even manipulating deities from parallel worlds—

But Iori isn't a character from "Godkiller"!

If you were to be transported to a place like "Type-Moon" or "Bleach," where even the goddess of fate could intervene... that would be terrible!

Rama had no way out but to hide in this godforsaken place to avoid being found. Iori, on the other hand, had plenty of escape routes; she could simply not come back, so she remained calm and composed.

“You are a true hero, Your Highness Rama.”

Iori said sincerely, "However, simply running away won't solve the problem. No matter how well you hide, you will eventually be found. Just like even the most difficult puzzles are created to be solved."

The problems you couldn't solve before, after lying dormant for so long, still leave you helpless, and the situation might even be worse... The way to overcome fate is to face it, to challenge it!

As she spoke, Iori slowly approached under Rama's gaze.

"Having said that, my visit here has been rather impolite. As an apology, let me give you something nice."

"This……"

Rama did not refuse, but asked in surprise, "What is it?"

Iori smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed the rusty longsword, and gently pulled it out to Rama's astonishment.

"free!"

Chapter 356 You still say you're not a god who doesn't obey? 4K.

In the tranquil depths of the forest, dappled sunlight shines on the forest clearing, dispelling the light morning mist.

A woman dressed in a Western-style dress lay quietly on the soft grass. She had long, fine, and shimmering golden hair that spread out naturally beneath her. Her fair and delicate skin made her look like a noble princess even in her sleep.

Ordinary white women tend to age quickly. Once they pass their prime, their skin condition tends to decline rapidly. Sometimes, even though they are only a few years apart, they look like they are from different eras.

But this "princess" is different. She looks to be in her early twenties, with delicate and gentle features. She has a girlish charm that seems to have transcended the constraints of time. People would probably believe she is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Beneath the sophisticated white coat was a knitted dress, revealing leggings that hugged the curves of her calves below the knee, and a pair of black boots for easy movement.

While fast asleep, she assumed a rather "standard" posture, with her legs together and her hands folded on her lower abdomen, as if waiting for the prince to wake her with a kiss.

Sleeping Beauty in the Forest: This scene, with its touch of fantasy, exudes an elegance rooted in ancient tradition. But when the girl quietly opens her eyes, the atmosphere takes on a vibrant quality. From her surprised yet slightly mischievous gaze, one can see that deep within this princess lies a lively and spirited little girl.

She first looked around curiously, then looked at herself, nodded slightly as if she understood something, then got up, straightened her military uniform, and walked down in a direction she intuitively chose.

Feeling the gentle breeze caress her, the girl strolled leisurely through the forest. A deer drinking by the river raised its head at the sound, watching her silently without any sense of danger. She waved back familiarly—everything was as beautiful as a fairy tale.

But as you go deeper, the surrounding scenery begins to change slowly. The forest is full of life, the trees and grass are becoming more and more lush, and the path is no longer clearly visible, as if the forest itself is refusing to let others explore.

The girl's intuition became stronger:

There is someone or something in the deepest part of this forest!

...Dangerous yet extremely attractive, it is something that mortals simply cannot access.

The girl stopped and thought about it seriously for a moment, then smiled slightly, having made up her mind.

She slowed her pace and kept moving forward, pushing aside the bushes when there was no path.

After what seemed like an eternity, perhaps a very long time, or perhaps just a fleeting moment, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

Then, the girl saw:

In a poisonous swamp filled with miasma, a towering, multi-headed serpent lay prone, its head severed in half and slowly swallowed by the swamp. A gleaming blade, too sharp to look at directly, pierced through its body from top to bottom!

Slightly disoriented, the scene changed again.

Inside this magnificent palace, the towering dome is adorned with jade and agate as stars, depicting many great feats from mythology. Underfoot, soft and thick precious carpets are laid out on the smooth, mirror-like floor.

Above the layers of steps was a throne made of gold. Even though no one sat on it, the blonde girl standing alone in the center of the hall, looking up at the throne, still felt the majestic gaze on her. Despite her noble status, she had an urge to kneel down!

She shook her head, forcing herself to calm down, and looked up again. The glittering palace had vanished, replaced by ruins in stark contrast.

Collapsed buildings, cracked earth, mutilated corpses everywhere, a world dyed blood red by the setting sun—this is the so-called "apocalyptic" scene!

Even in this despairing scene, some ragged survivors did not give up hope. They knelt down in the same direction, some with their hands clasped together, others with devout kowtows, praying to the gods, saints, and heroes in their hearts.

Looking in the direction they were facing, the horizon was bathed in the blood-red glow of the setting sun, and a blurry figure appeared amidst the shimmering sunlight...

call!

A gust of wind blew by, and Her Highness suddenly came to her senses. Looking around, she found herself still in the forest, as if everything that had just happened was just a strange dream.

But she couldn't let it go. She pursed her lips and continued walking forward, barely managing to get through the dense jungle. She came to a clearing in the forest filled with all sorts of weapons.

Beyond the open space filled with swords and halberds, there stood a handsome young man in a white coat, with a gentle demeanor, seemingly asleep, leaning against a towering tree covered in moss, bathed in dappled sunlight.

Around him, rabbits, squirrels, and even deer approached. Some simply liked to stay by his side, while others hopped around, hoping he would hear them and wake up.

It looks just like an oil painting!

The princess stared blankly at the scene, unable to recover for a long time.

As if sensing something, the man slowly opened his eyes, then raised his hand. A cheerful little bird flew to his finger and landed. The man gazed at the little creature, his calm expression revealing pity and affection.

Suddenly, he blinked, turned his head to look at the princess in the distance, and the moment their eyes met—

"Well!"

Alice Louise Overnaffal woke up in her velvet bed, realizing that what she had just experienced was nothing more than a beautiful, strange dream.

Her appearance is exactly the same as the princess in the dream. Perhaps because she needs to pay more attention to her words and actions in reality, she has a more composed temperament and is less lively and playful.

There was no way around it; although she was still very young, she was already a big shot, so she naturally had to think things through carefully before acting.

—Her health in reality is not very good, which may be why she expressed the part of her emotions that she usually suppresses in her "dream".

"Lady Alice, you're awake... The time seems off, has something happened?"

There was even a maid waiting in the room. Seeing Alice wake up, she immediately stepped forward and asked, "Or... is there something wrong with your dream?"

As she spoke, the maid, both worried about Alice's health and curious about what she had dreamed about, wore a rather serious expression.

Because Alice is not just a noble lady; in addition to being the daughter of a duke, she is also the former chairperson and current advisor of the Council of Sages.

The so-called "Council of Sages" is not a secret organization with violent tendencies, but a semi-public research institution. Among the many societies and groups in the magic world, the "Council of Sages" is also a very special one.

Aside from self-preservation, they never participate in power struggles and have no aggressive tendencies whatsoever; their life pursuit is simply to collect intelligence and study it.

If I had to say something, the only thing that makes them awe-inspiring is their rather unique subjects of study—godslayers and disobedient gods!

That's right, the Council of Sages is an organization that specializes in studying demon kings and gods!

It is said that the organization originated from a small group of scholars who were headquartered in Greenwich, England. Their main purpose was to help each other and pursue the fruits of wisdom together.

But in the 19th century, a godkiller came to England during the Victorian era, the most glorious period of the British Empire, and that godkiller—the young Voban—settled in London for a time.

Later, for reasons unknown, he jokingly and suddenly paid a visit to Queen Victoria.

Although nothing unexpected happened and the meeting between the Godslayer and the Queen went smoothly, the Queen did confront the Demon King at one point. The most terrifying thing was that this danger was completely unavoidable, and she could only pray that the Godslayer wouldn't go mad.

Fully aware of the powerlessness of ordinary people in the face of godkillers, this group of scholars formally established the Council of Wise Men in order to protect the Queen and England, and began their research on godkillers and disobedient gods.

However, the organization gradually expanded and became what it is today. Protecting the Queen became a daily task, and most of its members were only interested in the grand topic of "Gods and Godslayers".

Among the human forces, the Council of Sages undoubtedly has the deepest understanding of gods and god-slayers!

As the former chairperson of the Council of Sages, "Princess" holds a very high position in the world's magic community.

The reason she reached the top of the magician's world at such a young age is because of her innate and powerful "spiritual vision"!

This allows her to see things that ordinary people cannot see, and sometimes she can even glimpse the future development and the intrinsic connection of causality!

“There is a disobedient god…a truly great man has descended!”

He should be within a hundred kilometers... We must go and meet him immediately.

The princess murmured, "But what is his real name, and how should I react..."