The Abyss of Disorder, as the name suggests, is a place where order is lost, and it is also a place where there is constant conflict with the bottomless pit.

Although the gods of the bottomless pit have some strange personalities, they each have their own rules of conduct that they adhere to and are willing to follow through to the end.

The beings of the Abyss of Disorder, on the other hand, believe that order is a cancer that grows on top of chaos, a dirty concept that must be erased once and for all.

The existence of the two factions has been fighting for their own beliefs since the beginning of their birth, and they have accumulated endless grudges over the endless years.

This is a description of both sides in a mythological epic, but Rogers knows that there is more to it than that.

The Abyss of Disarray is far more chaotic than the legend, it is an indescribable chaos, it is so chaotic that you can even find a group of beings who adhere to order in this place where all beliefs are chaotic.

These beings believe that order is a supplement to chaos, a continuation of chaos, a reflection of chaos, and the ultimate source of chaos.

Only a higher order can bring about a higher chaos.

Similarly, the strength of the gods in the Abyss of Discord is also very chaotic, some gods are so strong that humans can't imagine it, and some gods are so weak that they may be slapped to death by a silver-level knight.

Neither empirical nor theoretical knowledge can be used to speculate on the existence of disorder in relation to judgment.

It is only when you actually touch it that you can understand what it is.

Of course, there is also a high probability that people will not be able to understand it at all.

As for the "villain" described in the mission, it is a being who can probably be called a "god".

The reason why "probably" is used is because the other person does not have any qualities related to the gods in the general public's perception except for the so-called godhead.

In St. Herte's school history, he followed the advice of a mentor and came to the school decades ago to act as a referee and scorer for student competitions.

Just because the other party likes to stick to the rules of the game and has the ability to match it, and joining St. Helte means that he can obtain the protection of the world's strongest magic school, he also stayed.

Furthermore, although He has a Godhead, he is a Godhead of the Abyss of Discord, and he is not yet a Godhead in the ordinary sense.

Materials with the Discord Abyss trait are like blind boxes, you never know what will happen to you when you add them to a ritual, and no one will fight the idea of this "false god".

Well, except for the bottomless pit.

In fact, for all living beings, and even for the whole world, the other party is not considered a god, and even the godhead he possesses is only simply and crudely named "Heart of Chaos".

If it weren't for the fact that the game text actually refers to each other as "gods", it would be difficult for Rogers to think of them as gods.

Because according to the current rules of the world, it is impossible for the so-called gods to appear in this world.

After all, those gods can't even do it now, let alone descend.

Of course, maybe it's a different kind of love, or maybe the other person's godhead is fierce and poisonous to ordinary beings, but it is a delicious delicacy to the existence of a bottomless pit.

In any case, the bottomless pit gave the other party due treatment and respect, and even issued this sacrificial mission by the gods, but maybe they didn't care much about this "false god" at all, just wanted to have some fun.

In the end, the title of the other party is not "The Villain of the Discord Abyss", but "The Game Spirit of the Discord Abyss".

[The game was born out of the mutual pursuit of order and chaos. 】

As Rogers' middle finger nudged his monocle and pondered the notes on the god in "The Evening Quartet," a warm snort touched his cheek.

He slowly turned his face to meet Alina's eyes.

The faces of the two men were so close that the tips of their noses almost touched.

Rogers' eyes were wide open, allowing the other to scrutinize what was in them.

However, as time passed, this act of curiosity seemed to turn into a contest again, as if whoever looked away first would lose.

Alina's feather-like snow-white eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she was the first to end the childish game, her face slightly red, and she moved her gaze to the textbook placed in front of her.

"Oh, naïve."

After hearing Rogers' smug chuckle, she commented in an unhappy voice.

"Yes, Miss Alina is the most mature." Rogers bowed his head in response, showing his tolerance and generosity, and when he noticed the slight change in the other party's face, he hurriedly continued:

"I'm in a big problem and I'm going to need a lot of help from you when I'm competing."

Alina looked a little confused when she heard this, she knew that although Rogers needed to make a lot of preparations for the confrontation with the Holy Maiden, he had never regarded the Holy Maiden as a nuisance that needed to be taken seriously.

And the priority of the third prince is even below the saint, after thinking for a moment, she slowly spit out a name: "Montroy ......"

"I'll tell you the details then, and only you can help me with that." Rogers was noncommittal to the speculation, but continued to plead sincerely.

"Then you will tell me again." Alina narrowed her eyes slightly, and glanced at Rogus nonchalantly.

When Rogers saw Alina's reaction, he knew there was nothing wrong.

He always felt that the other party was sometimes very much like a cat, and he always pretended not to care much when he was very useful, and he had to maintain that inexplicable pride.

But he likes to deliberately show some small actions that make him realize what kind of mood the other party is in at the moment.

Occasionally, Rogers would imagine that she had a pair of snow-white ears and a slightly wagging tail while Alina was doing this, which would make her feel incredibly interesting.

Time flies by like a white horse, fleeting.

After the night began, many students who had just finished dinner in the cafeteria walked towards their dormitories in pairs.

The atmosphere in the dormitory of first-year Moloster College tonight was far less relaxed than it used to be.

Many students watched silently as a purple-haired, fierce-looking Hilmi Academy student stepped into the dormitory hall of their academy.

The purple-haired boy's sharp eyebrow bones made him look extremely sharp and cold, and the face carved like a knife blade and the low sideburns added to his ruthless temperament.

When the corners of his mouth with a faint scar rose slightly, people felt that there was no warmth or kindness in this smile, only a trace of coldness and unpredictable danger.

"In the name of Chief Rutgers Breed, I'd like to talk to a few of my classmates about something."

Derick explained in a voice like the rubbing of sand, and when the sound reached everyone's ears, it was like an announcement.