Hunting for Evil Gods?

"Sabo, before we talk about the devil, I need to know what's going on right now," Ethan said, his tone serious. "Do I sense the breath of an evil god in you?"

"My dear friend, you don't trust me anymore?" Sabo's expression stiffened, then he added dramatically, "Don't worry! I'm still one of you, and I prefer our relationship over being squeezed by a god. Let's cooperate!"

Ethan replied calmly, "It's not that I don't trust you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given you the city of Towu. But a week ago, the power of Lady Dark Night shook all of Hia. Although evil gods may not be as powerful as her, they are still gods. If you risk losing control, I can seal you until I'm strong enough to confront a god."

Sabo's face fell slightly. "I thought our understanding would allow us to overlook these issues. But fine, I'll be honest. I have established a connection with an evil god. I've sacrificed all my resources to him, and in return, he has granted me some talent and divine power."

Ethan paused, studying Sabo in silence. The danger of dealing with evil gods was well-known; they are deities rejected by the world. The plane gods, ancient gods, and new gods all despise them. An encounter with an evil god is never good news.

In this world, both gods and evil gods hold power, but while gods may be irrational and reckless, evil gods often operate in secrecy. As long as they don't reveal themselves to other gods, they remain undisturbed, for their strength is not to be underestimated.

"Alright, I intended to discuss this when I ascended to godhood myself, but since we're here now, I'll tell you," Sabo said, his demeanor shifting back to the flamboyance he had earlier. "This is why I'm hesitant to confront the colossus."

"Tell me," Ethan urged, his mental strength radiating as he flew alongside Sabo. At that moment, Burton, who had been on the inner city wall, approached them.

"My resources aren't easily taken. Once I reach the Legend level, we can deal with the evil god, and then we can split the spoils. What do you say?" Sabo said, a hint of eagerness in his voice. "I can keep his strength stable to some extent. He might be the first true god to fall in Hia since the disappearance of the new gods!"

Ethan's interest was piqued. "That's a god. Isn't it too dangerous?"

He felt a twinge of temptation. Killing a god would yield unimaginable treasures—divine blood, divine bones—everything associated with a god is a prize for mortals. Even a mere spittle from a god remains a valuable material.

Yet Ethan also understood the peculiar nature of Sabo's growth. Sacrificing to evil gods for power that rightfully belonged to them was a dangerous gamble. Sabo's body was now infused with the evil god's power, creating an unsettling feeling for Ethan.

However, the danger he sensed seemed to fade upon closer inspection, as if Sabo lacked substantial combat effectiveness. It appeared he had no resources to enhance his physical abilities. In a confrontation with an evil god, even those with inherited powers from other evil gods could find themselves manipulated in an instant if they weren't careful. This explained how Sabo could approach Ethan undetected; all his resources seemed to have developed in a strange direction, and he dared not reveal even a hint of his true strength.

"It's just a weak god of divine power!" Sabo replied, his tone suddenly serious. "I provided him resources, and he accepted them to recover from his injuries, granting me strength in return. The most concerning part is that he's trying to manipulate me. Our connection is too entangled."

Sabo gazed at the scenery below. "My friend, I wouldn't do this if I wasn't confident. This is both my disaster and my opportunity. Any power that surpasses oneself comes with a price. For instance, your connection to the evil god needs to be handled with care."

"I can still control it here. If you don't help me, the worst outcome will be that I assimilate with him. Then you will lose me, my friend."

Ethan remained silent for a moment. "Let's discuss it later. Where is the devil?"

Sabo's smile returned, knowing their unspoken understanding still held. As long as he remained useful and loyal, their partnership could continue. This was also why Sabo hesitated to act alone or rebel; no one else would accept the power of an evil god, including the ancient gods. Only someone like Ethan, who sought to master godly power and other formidable forces, would contemplate hunting a god.

"My friend, it's just ahead, but I sense some complications," Sabo said slyly, revealing an image in his hand—depicting his previous attempt to explore the hell game alone.

However, this time, things hadn't gone smoothly for Sabo. Despite employing special methods, he had still lost the hell game. "You see, I've tried everything, but I still can't lure this devil into the multi-game. He's too vigilant and even won my soul."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "You must have a plan, right? These treasures belong to two devils. I can even trade other treasures for information about evil gods, but we need them to be stripped of their power. It's better to leave them with nothing."

Sabo considered. "Perhaps the two devils are occupied with some promotion in hell, but it's certain they don't fully understand our intentions. Otherwise, they wouldn't have approached us."

Devil's Game Plane

The devil, Jiman, took a sip from the soul he had just won, exhaling in relief. "Ten days have passed, and I've won five times. Eugene and Fei just want to cheat the devil."

"Oh, wow? So many people?" A visual appeared before him, showing a dense assembly of bronze figures, with various races represented at the top.

They were discussing something he couldn't quite grasp when suddenly a gatekeeper appeared and eliminated one of them.

It seemed they were discussing tasks, which made Jiman anxious. He felt a sense of unease as the second scene materialized beside him, revealing his cousin's hell game. After much persuasion, he had finally convinced him to cooperate.

"I want both games to reach a complementary state at the critical moment so that neither will lose," Jiman thought, but the current situation felt peculiar.

"My dear brother, how's it going over there?" he asked nervously.

"There are a lot of people, but they seem a bit… odd. Why don't they have souls?" replied a young devil, his appearance contrasting sharply with Jiman's elegance. This devil's physique was well-developed, resembling a handsome fitness coach rather than a traditional devil.

"No soul?" Jiman was taken aback. He scrutinized the weak beings around him, pondering, "Could someone be controlling them?"

"It's unlikely. They all seem to have independent thoughts, though they're quite foolish!" The young devil's expression shifted to uncertainty.

He shared a visual of his previous slaughter, revealing how those who fled were lured into traps by a little demon, only to be butchered without mercy.

Jiman fell silent, understanding the need to investigate further. After attempting to engage with these so-called spectacles, he found they lacked any wariness of non-threatening figures, believing whatever they were told.

"Did you hear what they said? Wonder? Do these spectacles possess wisdom now?" Jiman mused.

"I don't know, but I want to see if they can participate in the game. If they can, the worst-case scenario is that they don't need souls, and the rewards from the rules are still significant," the young devil replied.

Jiman pondered for a moment, cautioning, "But be careful. The federations have been acting strangely lately."

"I know, I know. Do you want to open the Doren game? You're too verbose," Yasen said before abruptly cutting off the communication.

Jiman felt a weight settle on him but acknowledged his brother's point.

When a devil reaches the Legend level, there are three paths to choose from: first, they can grow purely through their own talent. The extent of their growth depends entirely on the individual devil. The second option is the exclusive devil game of Shea; consistent victories lead to rapid growth. Lastly, they can form contracts in the heavens and the worlds, enabling them to plunder everything from those who summon them.

Few devils choose to grow step by step, which explains the legends of devils across the world and the fear they instill. This race flourishes through plunder.

Jiman decided to test whether these beings could participate in the devil's game. Hell needs the rules of Shea, and the devils assist in acquiring these rules while receiving feedback from Hell.

Therefore, in the Hell Game of Shea, it doesn't matter what level the players are, as long as they leave their marks behind. This is why powerful planes like the dead, the abyss, and the underworld spy on Shea, and even gods keep an eye on it. As the primary world, it always holds a unique significance.

As Jiman lowered the difficulty of subsequent levels, the survival rate of players skyrocketed. In just three hours, players arrived at the devil's castle.

Jiman straightened his collar, his figure fading before reappearing in front of a curious female player.

The moment she saw him, her eyes lit up. "Handsome gentleman, are you stuck here? Do you need me to help you out?"

Jiman smiled, maintaining his charm. "Sorry, beautiful lady, this is the devil's game. If you participate and win, you can claim all the treasures you desire."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Can you give me gold coins? A lot of them?"

Jiman's smile twitched. "Of course! You can win as many gold coins as you want."

The player hesitated but then boldly declared, "What about 100,000 gold coins?"

Jiman was taken aback. "Okay, I'm certain these people are not under control!"

He remained elegant. "Of course, such a lovely lady. Shall we start the game?"

Without hesitation, she grinned, "Let's begin, handsome sir! You're so generous!"

Jiman felt a mix of emotions. As a devil, this was the first time he had been praised by an elf, and in such a situation, no less.

Yet, something felt off. He hesitated, "The game has begun. I wish you a good time, beautiful lady."

With a special fluctuation, he observed the scene in the devil game world, focusing intently on the elf.

The devil game commenced, but within just three seconds, the strange elf lay lifeless in the game space.

As Jiman breathed a sigh of relief, he was also perplexed. What were these beings?

Then he sensed a trace of Hell's blessing, his eyes relaxing. No matter what they were, as long as Hell's rules acknowledged them, they were fine.

"Brothers, don't panic! Hell isn't as dangerous as you think! Look ahead! An old castle, a handsome man? Is that a vampire?"

Some odd sounds echoed as Jiman looked up to see the second contestant arriving.

He composed himself, displaying elegance as he greeted, "Welcome, handsome human, to the hell dimension! Here, the devil game is fair and just. Win, and you can take everything you desire!"

Demacia looked confused, scratching his head. "If I win, can you give me gold coins?"

Jiman blinked in surprise. What was going on? Did players in hell games nowadays only ask for low-level materials?

Despite his confusion, he nodded. "One participant just made the same request. Win, and you can take away 100,000 gold coins."

As he spoke, he conjured countless gold coins behind him, the gleam of wealth lighting up Demacia's eyes.

"A hundred… a hundred thousand?" he stammered, his excitement palpable.

At that moment, a task notification appeared, blocking any possibility of being cheated. How could it be a scam with a task involved?

Dark Night Rises? The man from the Night Rose is dead!

Bullet screen: [!!!! More or less?] x n

[He said it was less???] x n

This image spread through the live broadcast, causing subsequent players to rush in like a tidal wave. The players outside who hadn't wanted to come suddenly turned around and sprinted toward the scene.

100,000×30 million soft girl coins! That's three million!!

"Yes, 100,000. As long as you can win, it's yours," Jiman said with a smile.

Demacia's eyes lit up as he eagerly accepted the task.

He asked with a grin, "If I win once, can I play again? Or is it limited to just one attempt per person?"

Jiman's expression shifted to one of surprise. "!!!"

(End of this chapter)