Wrong, my skills refresh every week

That's it.

Therefore, in this world that is inherently wrapped in the malice of the "God" who is superior to all others, you will transform into the scales of judgment and break the "absolute" created by the God.

Even the goddess of justice calls herself "hypocritical" and uses her own pleasure to guide children's actions. This is wrong, and she knows it very well. But no one can punish God.

The battle between gods is nothing more than a brawl at the doorstep, and the result of failure is just to return to each other's homes or be imprisoned for ten thousand years.

Things are different now…

There were more than two gods, and they put everything on a certain child.

One day, he would be able to judge those evil gods on behalf of the children in the underworld and become the other side of the scale that bears absolute divine power.

but……

"Joker..." Astraea's eyes flickered: "You must feel bad for killing your parents twice for your sad wish."

As he bears a great sin, he will also be ostracized by all the righteous gods.

Erebus was right. Even if he held the child in his arms now, he would not be able to live a normal life with his hands stained with the blood of his parents.

Facing the goddess' sudden compassion, Ciel tilted his head slightly:

"what?"

Godfather, what did you say to this woman? How did you describe me?

How strange.

Shouldn't I be sentenced to the crime of demigodism on the spot and the gods be organized to punish me?

Chapter 238 The Great Struggle Ends

What did Astraea misunderstand?

Could it be that he has imagined a series of ridiculous plots?

Or did Erebus say something to her?

Several questions went through Ciel's mind, but the final conclusion was...

She seems to know my identity!

Charles narrowed his eyelids slightly, lifted up the dark dragon scales stained with divine blood, and glanced at the timid yellow-haired traveler who had his hat brim pressed down.

With this yellow-haired guy around, it’s not convenient to say anything now.

That’s probably all for today.

then……

"God Hermes, I know your family is very good at gathering intelligence, but I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, the price you pay will be more than just being a captain."

Lidice, the former leader of the Hermes family, is as important to Hermes as a younger sister.

Mentioning her death during the Great Struggle, Hermes sneered angrily: "The game between us has just begun, Joker."

"If you are not afraid of death, then come."

Ciel retreated cautiously to the edge of the Tower of Babel.

Not knowing why Astraea didn't expose herself, and wanting to find out the conditions between Erebus and the goddess, Ciel gently tapped the floor three times with his dragon scales.

He indicated that he would go to talk to her in detail three days later.

He gazed at the goddess.

After seeing Astraea blink an eye, Ciel finally cast his gaze into the corridor of the Tower of Babel.

There, Witt was staring in amazement at Charles, who had killed the Lord God, and was trembling with excitement.

"My Lord, is this what you really mean? You have joined the game and want to send all the gods back to heaven?! Hahaha, what an arrogant idea! You are truly the absolute evil! You even want to destroy the gods?"

He slowly retreated back into the shadows, dragging his body that had lost its grace, running through the sewage, laughing wildly.

“…Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh…!? I won’t give up… Yes, I will never give up living! I will also swing my butcher knife at the gods I hate so much, and swear with this hatred!”

……

The top of the Tower of Babel.

The night wind ruffled Charles's bangs, which were as black as the underworld, revealing his unruly eyes that looked down upon everything under the mask:

"This is the end of the last foolish play. See you later, Lady Justice."

"Wait." Hermes tried to persuade him to stay. He still had many questions to ask.

But Ciel had no obligation to answer him, and to say even one more word would have risked exposing himself, though he did not mind exposing his identity.

Under the gaze of the two gods, Charles fell backwards, and then a flash of lightning flashed, and he appeared in the sky of the city fifty meters away. The continuous lightning extended all the way outside the city and finally disappeared from sight.

“…Is this how he climbed up the Tower of Babel from the outside?” Hermes chased to the edge of the platform, looking at the night view of Orario surrounded by clouds with a look of horror.

Astraea stopped beside Hermes and said, "That lightning magic of instant teleportation must have come from Jester. What an astonishing talent. And it looks like he ran up along the outer wall, using the force of the wall."

The two gods were impressed by Ciel's mobility.

Although the ending is not satisfactory, evil has not disappeared and justice has not reached the ideal.

but……

"The great struggle is finally over."

Astraea stood on the top of the sacred tower and looked out at the night view of the city lit up.

The brave warriors in the fortress.

The kings and warriors standing in the wilderness.

Outside the treatment center, the righteous family looked up at the stars.

No matter how……

The clock of Orario starts ticking again at this moment, and the hope of the underworld starts to continue.

"The gods (we) will continue to watch over this wish - may the "final hero" be born at the end of the journey."

……

The port city of Melun.

The huge soda lake slowly leaks out the red morning sun, and the golden light sprinkles on the sparkling lake surface, creating a beautiful glare.

On the deck of a luxurious cruise ship, a two-meter-tall muscular man in a black robe sat cross-legged, looking up and drinking a can of milk.

Before my eyes, a boy and a girl with identical grey hair were standing before the giant.

Charles asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Not bad." Chardo licked the milk stains on his lips, froze for a moment, and threw the bottle to the ground:

"Hey, what's going on with you guys now?!"

He pointed at Alfia, who had shrunk a lot and seemed to be ten years younger, and grabbed Ciel's collar, spitting wildly:

"What's delicious? Huh? Why don't you explain it to me? Who is this little girl?!"

"Alfia..."

"What does 'Alfia' mean?!" A huge decibel sounded in my ears.

Alfia clenched her fist, then unclenched it: "Shut up, Chardo!"

Chardo froze for a moment after being commanded by a familiar tone, then he pulled Charles and shook him again, "This is not the Alfia I know, change back to the Alfia who casually gave out good news!"

The corner of Ciel's mouth twitched: "This is the first time I've seen someone with such a strange habit. If you want to eat gospel so badly, I can give you one."

"Only a fool would want to eat good news, you little brat!" Chardo angrily rubbed Charles's head: "Be honest! You gave Orario so many things against me, and I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

"Okay, I really am Alfia." Alfia subconsciously stood in front of Charles, staring at Charles who was scratching his head with her heterochromatic eyes.

The reason why the Gospel Fist was not used was because Ciel suggested that one should act like a "newbie" from daily life and integrate acting into one's bones.

In addition, the sound waves of the [Alien Demon King] have a chance of deteriorating the human body, which is not good for the body in the long run. If it is not necessary, it is better not to use it casually.

But she didn't realize at all that she had become accustomed to obeying Charles' instructions.

It was Chardo who first discovered the abnormality...

He glanced suspiciously at Ciel and Alfia.

His eyes suddenly widened as if he had discovered something, and he clapped his hands with his fists: “Oh——————”

"what happened?"

"You guys... ahem, nothing."

Alfia raised her eyebrows. “If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t hesitate.”

"If you can tell, Uncle Chardo, please tell me and I will speak frankly." Chardo covered his mouth and evaded taxes.

"Do you want to die?!" Alfia clenched her fists, glanced at Charles subconsciously, and then hid her magical hand behind her back.

Chardo, who had seen everything, felt even more relieved and couldn't help but whisper:

"Metlua seemed to have the same expression at the time."

"What did you say?"

Chardo gave a fatherly look: "No, nothing."

Seeing that Chardo had been acting strangely from the beginning, Charles kicked him:

"Hey, did the beating yesterday make you stupid?"

"How is it possible? Those little ghosts can't even use my passive ability. I, I'm just wondering what to do next." Chardo changed the subject.

Chapter 239 Future Direction

After the great struggle, Chardo, who has become "absolute evil", will definitely not be able to stay in Orario for long. He is already level 8, and whether he stays in the Dark Faction or Orario, he will bring terrible pressure to the city.

"Is there somewhere you want to go?"

"No, I myself don't know where the road ahead is or where I'm going. So it doesn't matter which direction it is, any road will do." Chardo suddenly said something very philosophical.

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Return to Dragon's Nest to guard the barrier? Or go to the dungeon to find monsters and hone your martial arts? It would be a good idea to consider becoming a teacher in the school district, like before, hiding your name."

"Dragon Valley? That's just a place to kill time. All those little dragons that have escaped now are not enough for Chardo to touch." Alfia denied.

Chardo chuckled, "The school district is not suitable for me either. As for the dungeon... aren't you planning to leave the monsters down there to Orario? If I go down, there shouldn't be anything left for them."

"Moreover, according to my understanding of that fat pig elf, after the war, he will definitely force Loki and Freya's kid to go on an expedition and restore the name of the Hero City to the world."

"It's not appropriate for me to go now."

Charles thought about it for a moment and thought that was right.

If the dungeon wants to provide experience to the level 8 Chardo, it will take at least the 80th floor to do so. Even if supplies can be replenished by devouring the flesh and blood of monsters, the risks brought by the unknown territory are not something Chardo can venture into alone.

At level 8, every point of ability value increase can be extremely difficult. It has been less than eight years since the black dragon left its nest, and the possibility of reaching level 9 is too low. There is no need to waste time.

"Rather than going to dungeons, I want to look for some ancient ruins, sacred places, to find ancient monsters, or challenge legendary heroes. This will better hone my abilities."

“Of course, you can also look for food you haven’t tried.”

Ciel thought of the ancient Scorpio hidden in the "Great Forest", one of the three secret realms on the continent.

But that thing needs to capture a god and feed it before it can burst out with stronger combat power, which cannot be done in a short time.

On the other side is the secret place "Mount Olympus", where lives Epimetheus, the great hero of the flaming sword who has lived from ancient times to the present.

As opponents, they can be considered equally matched.

In short, as Chardo said, the road ahead has no destination, the world is big, and we should look for opportunities to break through ourselves.

He was more interested in Alfia's whereabouts than Chardo himself:

"What about you, what are your plans?"

Alfia looked up blankly, first glanced at Charles, then glared at Chardo: