Farrell is a glorious and noble surname.

It can be traced back to the founding of the Chriss Empire, following the founding Julius Caesar on the Lionheart family tree, although it has long since declined after a long time, at this time the highest title in the Farrell family is only a mere baron, but due to the advantages of 'tradition' and 'pure blood', Baron Gregory Farrell still became one of the commanders of the royal court guard.

Although it was only the outermost curfew that was in charge of guarding it, it was enough for him to be proud of it and brag about it.

Closed.

Gregory Farrell and his friends went on a hearty hunt in the countryside in the cool autumn air, and returned to their villa with their prey.

"Sir."

Renault, a butler in his fifties, with meticulously combed silver-white hair and a ponytail tied at the back of his head, and a tuxedo waited, allowing the boy to take his master's beloved horse.

"Take care of the 'lightning' and don't forget to feed it eggs at night and tell the groom...... If you dare to steal it, I will cut off his hand. ”

Gregory's gruff voice resounded all around: "Renault, take my prey to the kitchen, I want to eat hare meat at night." ”

"Yes, sir, how about making your favorite rabbit meat pie?"

Renault stepped forward calmly: "And ...... The 'cargo' you were optimistic about last time has arrived. ”

"Oh?"

Gregory's eyes lit up and he rubbed his palms: "Then what are you waiting for?" ”

He went to the underground prison cell, and a smell of stuffiness and foul smell came over his face.

Gregory didn't feel uncomfortable about this, and quickened his pace to the outside of an iron fence.

In the prison, a pair of beautiful sisters are imprisoned, their hands and feet are tied, and a strip of cloth is stuffed in their mouths, which is tied in a knot at the back of their heads, ensuring that they will never scream and will not be able to make any resistance.

"Yes, that's good...... I'm looking forward to the evening. ”

Gregory rubbed his fingers together and returned to his study.

While he was preparing dinner in the kitchen, he wanted to rest quietly for a while.

"Gregory Farrell!"

A young voice suddenly rang out in the study.

Gregory jumped out of his chair like a fried cat and stared at the young man who had suddenly appeared.

"Who are you? Why is it here all of a sudden? ”

The muscles in Gregory's body swelled, and they emitted a steely blue-black hue.

"Glegri Farrell! A widower, with a son and a daughter, he has a brutal personality and is the umbrella of the slum gangs in Sacred, who organizes human trafficking on several occasions...... Oh, it's still a fourth-order [Berserker]! ”

"You set up casinos, demand gambling debts, extort kidnapping...... Greedily grabbing at every gold coin, even if it is filled with blood and tears, every pore above and below your body emits a foul stench...... But, even so, among those whom I have destroyed, you are neither the most evil nor the strongest, you are only one...... Ants who are not so lucky! ”

Sulu said in a calm tone.

"Who are you? Those pretentious civilian heroes? Or is it at the behest of whom? ”

Gregory roared loudly, hoping to get attention from outside.

It's a pity, even if he screams so much that his throat hurts, there is still no movement around him, as if everyone outside the study is dead.

"No...... I'm not here for your crimes, I'm just saying this to find an excuse to crush you......"

Sulu waved his hand flatly.

Near Gregory, a marble sculpture on a stand suddenly exploded, and a large number of tentacles spread out from the statue's head, wrapping around him.

"No!"

Gregory exclaimed.

But it didn't work.

Even if he was a fourth-order professional, he couldn't break these tentacles with all his strength, and could only watch as they tied up his limbs and sent them to Sulu.

"Your identity, your everything...... I took it! ”

Sulu reached out and seemed to have snatched something from him.

This is 'deprivation' in the mysterious sense, and he completely took away the name and identity of the other party.

"No!"

Gregory let out a hysterical scream.

He didn't know what was happening, he just felt that he had lost something very important, and he even forgot what his name was, as if he had become the superfluous person in the world.

This is the most radical 'replacement'.

From now on, even if there is a fifth-order or sixth-order professional divination, you can only get the information that Sulu is Gregory.

The person next to him was fundamentally denied and replaced.

"Alright, let's get out of the way."

Sulu waved his hand in disgust.

The countless tentacles retracted into the statue, and the study became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

Sulu did not change into the form of Gregory or change his clothes, and walked out with such a swagger.

Along the way, all the servants saluted respectfully, and did not notice anything unusual.

"Master, the rabbit pie is not ready yet."

When Sulu came to the living room, he saw Renault come forward to say goodbye.

"I don't like to eat rabbit meat, so I go straight to dinner."

Sulu waved his hand.

"Okay." Renault did not have the slightest suspicion that in his impression, Sulu's preferences had replaced the original Gregorian preferences.

"Father!"

At the dinner, Elma, a teenage girl, carried the hem of her skirt and saluted Sulu.

She didn't think about how this young man could be her father, she just felt that everything was taken for granted: "And ...... The elder brother asked the servant to bring the message back, and he participated in club activities at school, and he did not come home for a few days. ”

"That bastard boy, he will be cut off from tomorrow."

Sulu casually cut a steak and said.

'Poor brother......

Irma muttered silently, but did not dare to argue against her brother.

In aristocratic families, the authority of the 'patriarch' is very heavy, not only her brother, but also her future and who she will marry is decided by the head of the family, that is, Gregory.

Because of something on her mind, the girl's dinner ended in a hurry.

Sulu tasted the Thackrede-style dinner with great interest and returned to his study.

He sat in a chair, his right hand clenched into a fist, his cheek resting on it, and his left knuckles tapping rhythmically on the tabletop.

'Divination before...... Antonio Caesar exhibited extremely strong anti-divination properties, which are somewhat difficult to explain even with a demigod artifact...... Unless it's the gods covering him up! ’

That's right...... No matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn't have plotted to single out the six Orthodox Churches, so he found supporters among them? ’

'The alliance between the seven gods is not indestructible? That's right, too! If it is truly indestructible, there is no matter of the Church of Light shifting its focus to the Federation! ’

But the gods don't want to see the latter appear, has the situation changed, or is it because of some other special reason? ’

All in all, Thackred must have had a good show lately! And there may be avatars of gods lurking, so I'll have to hide myself and find an identity instead. ’

The corners of Sulu's mouth curled slightly.

Time is infinite after becoming a god, and he doesn't mind waiting here until the day when the show comes on.