PFC Chapter 51 The Terrifying Power of Gods
Chapter 51 The Terrifying Power of Gods
For adventurers looking to make money, the simplest and most convenient way is undoubtedly to enter dungeons, kill monsters to obtain magic stones, find rare materials, and even collect materials dropped by monsters—all of which can make a fortune.
A debt of 60 million Faris weighed on his head.
The three quickly determined the clan's next development strategy: make money, make money, and make more money!
Liu rushed back to her room, checked her equipment, and prepared to enter the dungeon. She couldn't wait a moment longer; she wanted to start tomorrow!
Only Roy and the goddess Astrea remained in the spacious, bright hall, gazing at each other.
Roy gave a knowing smile. "Goddess, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The goddess Astraea smiled slightly, her phoenix eyes narrowing into beautiful crescent moons.
But when faced with Roy's direct gaze, the goddess Astraea ultimately succumbed.
The goddess Astraea smiled and said, "In that situation, there was no other choice."
"You're amazing, my goddess!"
Roy looked surprised and sighed, emphasizing the last utterance, realizing he had been tricked too.
If Astraea had initially persuaded Ryu to let go of her hatred, the pain of her clan's destruction and the guilt of personally casting magic on her best friend would have overwhelmed Ryu, leading her to choose to end her own life.
The goddess Astraea saw through this, even more so than the person involved (Ryu).
She was prepared to defy the "justice" she was in charge of in order to protect Ryu.
Roy's appearance changed everything. After destroying the Rudra Familia, Ryu's condition clearly improved slightly, with the small hope of reviving others.
But more importantly, what should we do next?
If not handled properly, the elven girl will once again return to that abyss filled with hatred, blood, and tears.
Simply put, it's about giving Ryu something to do, so she doesn't have to think about revenge all the time.
Revenge is only a part of life, but life is not just about revenge; there is also poetry and distant places...
As for Roy, he gained a completely new understanding of the "gods" species. It is likely that the moment he approached them, the goddess Astraea had already discerned his plans and abilities through just a few words of conversation.
They even foresaw the outcome.
Astraea went along with the flow, allowing things to continue unfolding, and thus achieved her own goals.
Feeling used, Roy muttered to himself, annoyed, "A monster hundreds of millions of years old!"
"You seem to be thinking about something rude." Goddess Astraea smiled sweetly, her delicate body suddenly moving forward, her beautiful face close to Roy's.
Looking at that perfect face so close to his, as if it were created by the very essence of heaven and earth, with a faint fragrance lingering around Roy's nose, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.
Roy gritted his teeth, shaking his head vigorously like a rattle-drum. "No, absolutely not!"
"Lying is not the mark of a good child." Goddess Astraea's smile looked even sweeter, but only Roy knew the danger hidden within.
Roy slapped his forehead. Damn it, the honey trap had made him subconsciously forget about that.
Not only are they incredibly smart, but they can also detect other people's lies. Anyone who tries to outwit these gods must have had their brains squeezed in a door.
Fortunately, they had the same goal!
Roy and Astraea exchanged a smile.
To save the elven maiden trapped in a vortex of hatred, the goddess Astraea and Roy share the same attitude towards this great undertaking: one addresses the symptoms, the other the root cause. Together, they create a specimen...
"Don't play like this all the time, or I'll quit the group and run away!" Roy joked.
"No, you won't!"
The goddess Astrea asserted that to survive in Orario, one must have the title of a kin.
In all of Orario, no other family is more suitable for Roy than the Astrea family.
With a small number of people and a high degree of freedom, neither the goddess Astraea nor Ryu had any intention of exploring the secrets within him.
He wouldn't be happy to leave if you actually let him go.
The next day.
Roy yawned and slowly got out of bed. He had spent the whole night discussing with the goddess Astrea how to better rescue (or rather, conquer) the elf girl.
The two became more and more excited as they talked, almost until dawn.
After reaching LV.2, Roy only needs to sleep five or six hours to maintain his energy throughout the day.
Ryu, fully armed, appeared at the door.
Roy put on his equipment—the Muramasa Sword, and strapped a gray bracer (Steel Bracer) to his left forearm, the highest-level equipment he had ever obtained.
Rewards obtained from the system will remain there as long as Roy doesn't withdraw them.
Roy used it entirely as a storage space, only taking out the items he needed, such as potions, which he could use as needed without worrying about damaging them in battle, making it extremely convenient.
The two left the Star Garden and headed towards the Tower of Babel.
Liu pursed her lips and said softly, "This matter originally had nothing to do with you."
Roy laughed, "It's only fair to reciprocate. You helped me hunt monsters, so now it's my turn to help you."
Hearing Roy intentionally blurring the lines between the two, Liu's beautiful brows furrowed.
"Don't forget our promise!"
"That's a different matter."
Facing the elven girl's aggressive gaze, Roy remained unfazed. "They're all the same, there's no difference."
Liu stopped in her tracks, her complex gaze sweeping over Roy's entire body before finally settling into a soft sigh.
Soon after, the two arrived at Babel Square.
The news that the two of them fought against the Apollo Familia last night, and that Ryu beat Hyacinthus to a pulp, has spread throughout most of Orario, and the surrounding adventurers show a hint of awe on their faces.
I thought the Astrea Familia had been wiped out, and that the remaining one, Gale, was just a beast without fangs.
It now appears that the opponent's fangs have not only not been lost, but have likely been sharpened even more.
There is also a new LV.2 player who is in his early teens or early twenties and shows signs of a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Compared to Ryu's cold expression.
Roy seemed so approachable, with a kind smile on his face. He would greet adventurers he knew, such as members of the Ganesha Familia, and even the LV.1 newbie he had once tricked...
But what seems harmless is often the most terrifying.
Those adventurers with ulterior motives were just as wary of Roy as Ryu at level 4.
Last night's conflict between the two clans was caused by Roy. He even dared to face twenty or thirty members of the Apollo clan alone and gave Hyacinthus, who was at level 3, an elbow strike. He is truly unfathomable.
If Liu is a sharp sword with its edge fully revealed, then Roy's sword has not yet been drawn. No one knows whether it is a divine sword or a piece of scrap metal. This unknown fear surrounds them.
Upon entering the Tower of Babel, Roy was about to descend.
Liu's fair, jade-like hand grasped his sleeve, and she said, "Not down, but up."