Chapter 93

The party of heroes, who had ultra-evolved with the power of Act, successfully defeated the Four Heavenly Kings, Jaki.

In the northern grasslands of the Demon King's territory.

"You did it, Kamiki!"

The Water Hero, Mizuki, hugged the young leader.

"Hey, hey, stop it..."

"Indeed, Kamiki is amazing! Everyone, don't you think so?"

"Yeah, yeah," the Far Eastern heroes, Tomon, Nikko, and Kuren, nodded.

"It's not just me who's amazing. We need to work together, or we're still weak."

In their minds, they all recalled the ultra-hero Lawrence and his companions, who possessed unparalleled strength. Compared to them, they were indeed weak.

"Still, we are much stronger than we were before."

"That's right, Kamiki-sama! With our power-up, we can surely defeat the Demon King!"

"You guys..."

The expressions of her companions were bright. Before Act's intervention, the party was full of tension and the atmosphere was terrible.

But now, everyone had bright faces and was united.

"Yes... With our current strength, we might be able to defeat the Demon King. It'll be a piece of cake."

She really felt that way... at that moment.

"Ah, wonderful. Truly wonderful, everyone."

Clap, clap, applause came from somewhere.

A chill ran down their spines. When they turned around, a mysterious man was standing there.

"Who are you!?"

Kamiki drew her sword and got into a fighting stance. This man had given off no presence at all.

Not only Kamiki, but the other heroes also seemed to have felt nothing. In front of the suddenly appearing masked man, they raised their alert levels to the maximum.

"Nice to meet you, Far Eastern heroes. I am the Evil God Dostoevsky. Please remember me."

"Evil God...? The powerful god of evil who wreaked havoc in the age of mythology, right?"

"Oh, you know well."

It was uncertain whether the man in front of them was truly the Evil God as described in the legends. But the fact that the strengthened heroes had not noticed his approach, and the strange aura he was still emitting, was not human.

"... Kamiki, what do we do?"

Mizuki looked to the leader for instructions. In the past, she would have charged in without a plan.

"... Retreat. This future was not mentioned by that Gilmas."

Act Age, who had the ability to see the future. The fact that he had not foreseen this man's appearance indicated that it was an abnormal situation.

"Mizuki...!"

"Understood!"

Mizuki drew her water sword and thrust it into the ground. Instantly, a thick fog enveloped the area.

"Scatter, everyone!"

Kamiki tried to lead her companions to escape. But...

Snap, a finger clicked. In that instant, the thick fog disappeared as if it had never been there.

"Such...!"

"An excellent decision. I had heard that the Fire Hero acts on impulse... It seems Act Age has had a positive influence. You are a remarkable talent."

Kamiki was sweating inside, facing the calm Dostoevsky.

"Don't be so wary. I have no intention of harming you."

"Then, why are you here?"

Dostoevsky slowly extended his hand towards Kamiki.

"Would you like to join my team?"

"Huh? Join... your team...?"

Kamiki and her companions were taken aback by the sudden proposal. Dostoevsky continued without waiting for a response.

"I, despite appearances, am a guild master."

"Huh... You, a weirdo, are the leader of an organization?"

"Yes. I have established the Exile Guild. I extend a helping hand to those who, like you, have been unjustly exiled and suffered greatly."

... It sounded familiar. The image of Act Age's stern face came to their minds.

"Kamiki-san, you suffered greatly after exiling Mizuki. How about it? If you join my guild, I can grant you even greater power."

... If it were a little while ago, she might have jumped at the offer. But Kamiki's answer was already decided.

"The answer is... No!"

Using the propulsion of fire, she teleported and swung her flaming sword to decapitate Dostoevsky.

"I felt the impact...!"

"Is that so? What a pity."

"Wha...!?"

She had thought she had cut his head off, but Dostoevsky was calmly standing behind her.

"Such...! To withstand Kamiki's sword draw and remain calm!"

"What is... he...?"

Seeing the heroes' fear, Dostoevsky sighed.

"Well, it's fine. If you change your mind, feel free to contact me. I'll be waiting."

"Who would...! Join the likes of you...!"

Kamiki swung her sword. But Dostoevsky did not dodge.

Despite cutting through his body and feeling the impact, he was completely unharmed.

"Well then. Since Kamiki-san is not important, I'll make the rest of you disappear."

Snap, Dostoevsky clicked his fingers. In that instant, Jaki, whom they had defeated, reappeared beside him.

"Such...! Jaki has been revived!"

"Resurrection of the dead...? Impossible!"

Jaki staggered to his feet.

"Dostoevsky..."

"Hello, Jaki. It's a shame the plan failed."

Jaki gritted his teeth.

"I... haven't lost!"

Jaki told Dostoevsky. The Demon King's confidant, the failure would be known through the Evil God.

"Yes! I haven't lost yet!"

"Indeed, you have the secret weapon from the Demon King."

"Secret weapon...?"

Kamiki and her companions braced themselves.

Jaki laughed evilly and pulled a black sphere from his pocket.

"With this, I'll kill all of you!"

But Jaki did not know how to use the sphere.

"Good intentions, Jaki."

Dostoevsky took the sphere from Jaki.

"What... What are you doing! Give it back!"

"You don't know how to use it. This is... how you use it."

The Evil God embedded the black sphere into Jaki's forehead.

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