Hero? Are You Worthy?

Even as the Thirteenth Prince, he could only curse under his breath, shouting about sending troops to flatten the Hero's Palace, but in reality, he dared not do a thing. He was polite even to the Holy Men of the Holy Court, not to mention facing the women inside the Hero's Palace.

Saying is one thing, but the Thirteenth Prince knew clearly that the Hero was someone he could not provoke.

Even the Prince couldn't provoke him, yet you, an unknown, hideous bumpkin exuding a sleazy nouveau riche aura from head to toe, dare to say you want to kill the Hero?

The reckless ridicule made Mitsui Kenta fall silent for two seconds.

Amid his narrow eyes, a cold light faintly flickered.

The next moment, the leading man felt an overwhelming scent of blood assaulting him, and the laughter of his surrounding companions abruptly ceased.

An indescribable fear swept over his entire body, the inexplicable chill making him shudder uncontrollably, goosebumps covering his skin.

His throat instinctively moved, swallowing saliva.

His body seemed locked and suppressed by some invisible force, unable to move, only his eyeballs could dart back and forth, glimpsing in the corners of his eyes the four subordinates beside him, each frozen rigid to the ground, immobile.

A few seconds later, with a series of thuds, his four subordinates collapsed to the ground, convulsing nervously.

At their necks, a crimson line had split open, with blood gushing through the cracks.

The scene made the man's pupils contract instantly, and his heart seemed to stop beating at that moment, the intense fear making him want to scream and howl desperately, but his throat felt clogged with something viscous, unable to make a sound.

What happened?

How did this man do it?

He couldn't even see the man's actions clearly before his four companions had their lives ended.

Hoo...

Mitsui Kenta exhaled a long breath, a tinge of unwillingness and pity flashing on his face, even bowing to the four corpses on the ground: "I deeply apologize for killing you."

Then, his gaze turned back to the soldier's leader opposite, a gentle and polite smile appearing on his face: "So, can you now tell me where the Hero lives, sir?"

The soldier leader suddenly felt the pressure around his neck lighten.

Suppressing his urge to scream with tremendous willpower, he croaked hoarsely: "Follow this road forward, turn left at the third intersection, the area at the junction of the Civilian District and the Noble District, the most luxurious building is the Hero's Palace."

Though Mr. Brave recently saved the world, the soldier did not hesitate to betray the Hero.

After all, the man before him was far too terrifying.

If he didn't answer honestly, he might very well die right there.

Mitsui Kenta's face immediately blossomed into a radiant smile. He bowed with what he perceived as elegance to the man before him: "Thank you for your assistance, you truly are a gracious gentleman."

He remained courteous, even after crossing to a Different World, and even after a hundred years, this politeness never changed.

After thanking the soldier leader again, Mitsui Kenta departed in the direction pointed out by the soldier leader.

Behind him, the man's body gradually slumped to the ground.

His body convulsed a little nervously, seemingly enduring immense, unimaginable pain, his face twisted into a grimace, eyes bloodshot, all his blood vessels bursting open, blood gushing from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

This agony would persist for a rather long time until the man's internal fluids could no longer sustain his life, at which point he would finally die.

Of course, during this process, the man could not even utter a single scream.

Courtesy is a must.

And death is inevitable too.

These are two different things that must not be mixed up.

As for the deaths of these soldiers, they didn't cause much of a stir, for was there ever a day in the Imperial City when no one died?

Without the threat of Demons, it seemed as though more people were dying within the Imperial City.

Mitsui Kenta sauntered leisurely down the street, with a small smile always gracing his face, as if he could already see Qin Chu, the so-called Hero, kneeling tearfully before him, begging for his life to be spared.

Such a scene truly was heartwarming.

Of course, Mitsui Kenta did not realize that not far behind him, another presence was silently trailing him.

It was a charming maiden.

Her long golden hair shimmered with an enchanting light under the sun.

Her figure was somewhat petite, yet well-proportioned.

Her eyes shone bright like stars in the sky.

She exuded a slightly somber, yet playful aura.

This was Fate Goddess Moile.

Mitsui Kenta did not know that the Goddess he always admired had been following him all along, and all of his actions were within Moile's expectations.

In fact, Fate Goddess Moile did not want to trouble herself thusly.

Alas, Qin Chu lacked initiative.

Unless the remnants of the Evil God were delivered to him, he would never seek them out or absorb them.

Unfortunately, the last arm and leg all fell upon the God Abandoned Continent.

What troubled Moile was figuring out how to lure Qin Chu to the God Abandoned Continent.

Unless she captured a woman Qin Chu fancied and dumped her there, she was certain he'd stay away from that place for decades or centuries.

But Moile knew she must not do that.

Subtle means to guide, to manipulate Qin Chu were permissible.

Qin Chu might just laugh it off, without taking it too seriously.

But if she actually harmed the women around Qin Chu, it could trigger uncontrollable conflicts and changes, a situation Moile was determined to avoid.

Fortunately, she had a fairly incompetent tool on hand.

Mitsui Kenta was foolishly adequate, transporting the Evil God's remnants right to Qin Chu; he could hardly refuse to absorb them.

The only thing that annoyed Moile was that Mitsui Kenta's courier work was incredibly inefficient, taking over a year to accomplish the task.

Had it been Qin Chu, he'd have devoured the remaining arm and leg within a week.

The difference between Mitsui Kenta and Qin Chu was exceptionally vast.

If Mitsui Kenta learned that the Fate Goddess once again compared him unfavorably to Qin Chu, he might as well die from anger.

Moile's gaze silently watched everything ahead, the scenes she observed gradually becoming distorted.

Like the densest fog.

Obscure and unclear.

Moile didn't know what the future held.

Indeed, even as the Goddess of Destiny, she had completely lost sight of the future.

But she knew hope lay hidden within this fog, all she had to do was expend all her might to grasp this nearly negligible hope.

Gazing once more at Mitsui Kenta's departing figure, the Goddess, ever tranquil and composed like no ordinary Life, for the first time displayed intense fear on her face.

For only she knew what was about to transpire.

When the remnants of the Evil God reunited, the Demon who caused countless Divine deaths, destroyed countless worlds, the one who cloaked the Sky Dome Continent in gloom and disaster for millennia, would rise again from death!

Fate Goddess's delicate hand instinctively clenched.

She had already prepared means to counter the Strongest Evil God... but she couldn't foresee if they would actually work!

This was a gamble of epic proportions!