Your notoriety is known to everyone.

[He has blessed you with a miracle on behalf of the gods of the bottomless pit. In the next week, you will be completely immune to any attacks of the fallen nature.]

[Notice! The mission "Punish the Evildoers" has been released. 】

[Notice! The world curtain is making corrections to the present world. The gods of the bottomless pit will not be able to cast their gazes again for a short period of time.]

[Notice! The honest merchant in the bottomless pit has suffered many heavy blows and may have to rest for a very long time. ]

Rogers watched the pop-up windows pop up silently. He collected all the messy messages and then opened the taskbar again.

[Name: Punish the Evildoers]

[Published by: Gods of the Bottomless Pit]

[Content: Please help the members of the Harvester Association in the competition and sacrifice the villains of the Abyss of Disorder to the great bottomless pit.]

[Reward: Depends on the situation]

[Punishment: None]

[Note: The gods of the bottomless pit expect you to complete a wonderful sacrificial ceremony.]

[Please choose whether to accept]

Chapter 52 In the Name of Chief Rogers Braid

The Abyss of Disorder, as the name suggests, is a place where order is lost and where there is constant conflict with the Abyss.

Although the personalities of the gods in the Abyss are somewhat strange, they each have their own code of conduct that they adhere to and are willing to carry out to the end.

The beings in the Abyss of Disorder are completely the opposite. They believe that order is a cancer growing on chaos and is a dirty concept that must be completely erased.

The two factions have been fighting endlessly for their respective beliefs since their birth, and have accumulated endless hatred over the endless years.

This is the description of both parties in mythological epics, but Logos knew that the truth was not simply that.

The Abyss of Disorder is far more chaotic than the legend says. It is a kind of chaos that is difficult to describe. It is so chaotic that you can even find a group of people who uphold order in this place where everyone's faith is in chaos.

These beings believe that order is the complement of chaos, the continuation of chaos, the reflection of chaos, and the ultimate source of chaos's manifestation.

Only a higher order can bring about a higher chaos.

Similarly, the strength of the gods in the Abyss of Disorder is also chaotic. Some gods are so strong that they are unimaginable to humans, while some gods are so weak that they may be killed by a silver-level knight.

Neither empirical nor theoretical knowledge can be used to speculate or judge about the existence in the Abyss of Disorder.

Only when you actually come into contact with it can you understand what it is.

Of course, there is also a high probability that people simply cannot understand it.

As for the "villain" described in the mission, he is a being that can probably be called a "god."

The reason why "probably" is used is that apart from possessing the so-called divine nature, the other party does not have any characteristics related to the gods in the public's perception.

According to the school history of Saint Herte, he followed the advice of a certain tutor several decades ago and came to the school to serve as a referee and scorer for student competitions.

Just because the other party likes to stick to the rules of the game and has the ability to match it, and joining Saint Herta means being able to obtain the protection of the strongest magic school in the world, he stayed.

Furthermore, although He possesses godhood, it is the godhood of the Abyss of Disorder, and not the godhood in the general sense.

Materials with the characteristics of the Abyss of Disorder are like blind boxes. You never know what kind of devastating situations will happen after adding it to the ritual, so few people would consider this "false god".

Well, except for the bottomless pit.

In fact, to all living beings, and even to the entire world, the other party is not considered to be a god. Even the divinity that He possesses is simply and crudely named "Heart of Chaos."

If the game text had not actually called the other party "God", it would have been difficult for Rogers to regard the other party as a real god.

Because according to the current world rules, it is impossible for the so-called God to appear in this world.

After all, those gods can't even act as contract agents now, let alone descend.

Of course, maybe it was a different kind of love, or maybe the other party's divinity was poisonous to ordinary creatures but a delicious delicacy to the existence of the bottomless pit.

No matter what, the Abyss gave the other party the treatment and respect they deserved, and even the gods issued the sacrifice task together. However, it is possible that they did not care about this "false god" at all and just wanted to have some fun.

Finally, the opponent’s title is not “The Villain of the Abyss of Disorder”, but “The Spirit of the Game of the Abyss of Disorder”.

【Games are born from the pursuit of order and chaos. 】

As Rogers pushed his monocle lightly with his middle finger, pondering the notes about this god in the Evening Bell Quartet, a warm breath touched his cheek.

He slowly turned his head and met Elena's eyes.

Their faces were so close that their noses almost touched.

Rogers opened his eyes wide, allowing the other party to carefully examine what was in his eyes.

However, as time passed, this action caused by curiosity seemed to turn into a contest, as if whoever looked away first would lose.

Elina's feather-fan-like white eyelashes trembled slightly. She was the first to end this childish game. With a slightly red face, she moved her gaze to the textbook placed in front of her.

"Ha, childish."

After hearing Rogers's smug chuckle, she commented in a displeased tone.

"Yes, Miss Elina is the most mature." Rogers nodded in response, showing his tolerance and generosity. When he noticed that the other party's face changed slightly, he hurriedly continued to add:

"I'm in big trouble and I'm going to need your help during the competition."

Elena showed a little confusion when she heard this. She knew that although Rogers needed to make a lot of preparations to fight against the Saint, he never regarded the Saint as a trouble that needed to be taken seriously.

The third prince's priority was even lower than that of the saint. After thinking for a moment, she slowly uttered a name: "Montroy..."

"I will tell you the details when the time comes, and only you can help me with this." Rogers did not comment on this speculation, but continued to ask sincerely.

"Then tell me then." Elena narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at Rogers nonchalantly.

When Rogers saw Elena's reaction, he knew there was no problem.

He always felt that the other party was sometimes like a cat. Obviously, it enjoyed it but always pretended not to care and had to maintain that inexplicable pride.

But she just likes to deliberately show some small actions in places where he can notice them, so that he can realize what mood the other person is in at the moment.

Sometimes, when Elina did these things, Rogers would imagine that she had a pair of snow-white erect ears and a slightly swaying tail, which would make her look extremely interesting.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment.

After night fell, many students who had just finished dinner in the cafeteria walked towards their dormitories in groups of three or four.

The atmosphere in the first-year Morost Academy dormitory tonight is far less relaxed than usual.

Many students watched quietly as a Hilmi College student with purple hair and a fierce expression walked into the dormitory hall of their own college.

The purple-haired boy's sharp brow bones made him look extremely sharp and cold. His face, which was carved like a blade, and his drooping hair added to his ruthless temperament.

When the corners of his mouth, which had faint scars on them, slightly raised up, people felt that there was no warmth or kindness in that smile, only a hint of coldness and unpredictable danger.

"In the name of Chief Rogers Brid, I would like to discuss some matters with a few students from your academy."

Derek explained in a voice like the friction of sand and gravel, and when the sound reached everyone's ears, it was like a declaration.

Chapter 53: Rogers is harming you

Compared to most other colleges, the only characteristic of Morost College is that it has no characteristics.

Most freshmen who fail to get into other colleges will eventually end up in this "hometown of mediocrity."

Therefore, the number of freshmen at Morost College is the highest among all colleges.

The dormitory for each grade is a huge tower, and each dormitory has to accommodate at least two students at the same time. However, it is far less comfortable than the wooden house with two students in Hilmi Academy.

The first floor of each dormitory tower is a huge hall, providing students with an open space for communication and play.

Compared with the mediocrity of the students, the decoration of the hall is very luxurious.

Several magic-powered lanterns were suspended above everyone's heads, emitting a soft light, bringing a warm and comfortable atmosphere to the hall.

The dome above it is inlaid with huge colored glass, scattering colorful light. The light changes into various colors and sprinkles on the ground to form mottled light and shadows.

Derek stood at the door of the hall. After admiring the magnificent scene, he looked at the people in front of him who had fallen into silence.

He felt that he could not remain silent, so he took out the list given by Rogers from his sleeve pocket.

After entering school, in order to make friends, he wrote down the names and appearances of all the students in the same grade so that he could show his care and friendliness during conversations.

However, this effort has never been rewarded, and even fate has never given him the opportunity to display his skills. Unexpectedly, he could use it in this occasion.

He first glanced at the list, then raised his eyes and locked onto a boy with brown-gray curly hair and freckles on his face.

As soon as he took a step forward, all the students in that direction subconsciously took a step back.

To them, Derek's movements were like a beast ready to pounce, and his powerful and ferocious aura was almost condensed into substance.

Especially when the other party took out something that looked like a list, and it had the name of Rogers Brad on it.

Awe and fear could not help but appear on their faces.

Derek looked disappointed when he saw this. He opened his mouth to explain something, but he didn't really say anything. Instead, he stopped and continued:

"Student Rivers, I heard that you, in the name of Chief Rogers, forcibly took a total of 855 credits from several students, is that correct?"

Rivers, who was hiding in the crowd, shuddered slightly when he heard that. He swallowed a few times, looked at Derek's gaze, and walked forward tremblingly.

"I sincerely express my most sincere apologies to Chief Rogers Brid!"

When he walked in front of Derek, Rivers' freckled face was full of fear. He suddenly touched his chest and bowed, apologizing loudly.

He didn't expect that Rogers not only knew his private actions, but also knew them so clearly.

After apologizing, he carefully raised his head and looked at the other person, only to see a hideous smile on that ferocious face.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to humiliate the chief of your hospital! I just wanted to address him!

"No! I don't think his name is an insult! No! I just..."

Rivers' speech became rapid, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes revealed endless regret and helplessness.

"This is my badge. You can take the credits from it as long as you can forgive my mistake! As long as the head of your academy does not hold me accountable for my stupidity! You can take as much as you want!"

He hurriedly held up the badge with both hands, his eyes filled with tears and fear.

"The chief said that he hates the despicable act of plundering other people's property." Derek didn't want to really embarrass the other party. He just touched the corresponding credits with his badge and took them away. Then he asked again: "So please return the corresponding credits to those students, okay?"

"I will! I will!" Rivers responded immediately.

The ease of the following process was far beyond Derek's imagination. All the students he named would rush over without stopping to submit their credits.

Some people who were not in the hall, after being notified by communication props, would immediately drop the work in their hands and rush to Derek without stopping.

As the night deepened, Derek finally completed his mission. He looked at the students in the hall who were full of respect, cleared his throat slightly, and replied apologetically:

"I'm sorry to have wasted everyone's time. The matter is over now. By the way, please give my regards to Chief Kelvins of your hospital."

Derek felt that he had to give the other academy enough respect in the end to show that his arrival was not malicious.

Then he turned and walked out of the hall porch, heading towards the dormitory area of ​​Hilmi College under the starlight.

What he didn't expect was that when he just returned to his dormitory cabin, Eunice was waiting for him at the door.

Like Rogers, he also lived alone, but unlike Rogers, it was not that the professor granted him the privilege, but simply that no one wanted to be his roommate.

"Good night, why are you here?" Derek greeted him a little stiffly, staring blankly at the figure with long fiery red hair.

This was the first time that Eunice had taken the initiative to approach him since she started school.

"I heard about what you did at Morost College! You must stay away from Rogers! He is harming you!" Eunice raised her eyebrows and warned sternly.

Derek's expectant and excited mood suddenly died down. He opened his mouth to say something, but he hesitated again and didn't know how to say it.

Rogers was the first person to comfort him after he entered school, the first person willing to put his arm around his shoulder, and the first person willing to share such a huge amount of credits with him.

No matter how you look at it, he has no idea how Rogers harmed him.

"In the next competition, the Saint will lead us to complete victory! Then we will leave your Demon King's Court far behind, and soon Rogers' title of chief will definitely be removed! Wake up! This is the advice from a childhood friend!"

Seeing his hesitation, Eunice's tone became even colder.

"Our Demon King's Court?" Derek's throat choked with sobs, his voice became even hoarser, and he said this to the other party inexplicably.

Eunice frowned when she heard that, and just said "good night" casually, then turned around and left without looking back.

Derek watched her gradually disappearing figure for a long time. He gritted his teeth, turned around and walked towards the direction of the cabin where Rogers was.

After a while, when he arrived at the door of his chief's wooden house, he heard the shouting of a boy and a girl fighting inside.