"So, if I'm not mistaken, do you want to know how to change the world's perception of you?" Victor asked the goddess Cybele as he scribbled notes on the mushroom throne next to the mushroom table.

"Most mortals only remember the delightful side of my collection," complained the goddess, her face and body hidden under a white cloak. "I can't shake this stereotype, and it bothers me. Mortals seldom acknowledge my concern for nature and the forest, they only imagine wild in the woods; Even my early patronage of Mithra, when he was a mortal [paladin], has been forgotten. I thought there might be ways you could help my church grow its reputation as a career prophet. ”

"This stereotype is indeed widespread," Victor admits, which was the main reason he considered adoring her in the first place.

As expected from Silbele, forests and natural sites make up the bulk of her flat realm and focus strangely on fungi. Victor found their present, wood-like location very relaxed after the previous dimension. Especially after visiting the territory of the Death Clown.

So many traps......

"Is something wrong?" Silbele asked. Victor shuddered at the thought of the prophecy. "Isn't it too much to swallow?"

"Nothing," the Prime Minister assured, adjusting his mushroom throne. As he did so, the plant screamed, much to his shock. "Nothing."

"I also want to apologize for the last time we met," the goddess said warmly, her face alone nearly killing the Grim Reaper. "I'm glad you managed to tighten Kamasibelli."

"That's what I requested, and the (Devil Rake) course was worth my trouble," Victor replied. "In your case, I might have a solution."

"No," Sybele replied with a heavy sigh. "I tried everything to solve this problem. But I appreciate your attention, Victor. ”

"Through the soul captured by Mag Mell, I learned about soulc

est" and "Black c

est", and how they interact with the soul," Victo

Say. "You said you had Ludovic's charm before your ascension?"

The goddess nodded. "My current charisma is determined by the [god] profession, and it makes my original attributes richer."

"So it's just built on the original charismatic attributes." Victor guessed. "In this case, have you tried Ludwick's amulet?"

Yes, but they can't influence God. I can't be weakened by any blasphemous effect. ”

"Then I believe that with my current knowledge, resources, and your help, I can create an artifact version that can reduce your original charisma. It may be enough to counteract the swelling that comes with your [god] profession. ”

There's nothing like creating a Soulc

Est or Black is something more complicated. Black Crown is not cheating, it's a bug in the system. They passively support magic and then elevate the user's soul to trigger a very specific class and a set of personal perks. Unfortunately, [Fai

y beast] prevents users from gaining any experience afterward, trapping them in their current state.

All in all, this means that while the rules of the system cannot be broken, they have vulnerabilities that can be exploited.

"I'll thank you if you succeed," Silbele replied, then added sarcastically. "But I'm still skeptical."

Victor likes his odds. "For the sake of your image, I think you need to add more prestige to your pastor."

This offends the Goddess. "Are you saying it's not honorable to do things under me?"

"Not at all, ma'am." Victor replied quickly in a respectful tone. Unlike a monk or a Winkel, Silbele doesn't need flattery, but she wants to be respected. "But they're too accessible. When I first met Alison, we couldn't arrange a friendly date because she was busy managing a werewolf. If you are too lenient with your admirers, then they will take you for granted. ”

"But I believe that everyone has free love and happiness," Cybele replied. "I will infertile them except Sarah and his worshippers."

"Well, I-" Victor frowned. "Wait, can you do it?"

"Victor, I am the goddess of agriculture, that is, the goddess of fertility. I can turn it on or off for any mortal. Her fingers twitched slightly in embarrassment. That's how I curse those who make me angry. Why? I can't make you infertile, Victor; I've bet too much on your family. ”

"Oh no. I would have asked before I actually had children, but now I realize that they are cute, good, I love them, and I want as many children as possible—" Victor suddenly calmed down before he began another fatherly rant. "But isn't there a way to turn it on and off?" This will eliminate many headaches. ”

"I don't understand."

"Lady Cybele, look at me." Victor stretched out his arms. "It's easy for me."

The goddess paused, as if he were saying that the earth was round. "I know. That's why I claim you. ”

"But since I made it easy for myself, now everyone takes me for granted and wants to understand me," Victor argues. "I was flattered at first, but now I really have to clone myself to do the important work. You have the same problem; You and your pastors are so good that you are taken for granted. ”

The charm test was successful.

The goddess moved in her seat, a little uncomfortable. "My nuns and followers can refuse pleasant activities. I am a firm believer in the right to consent or not. My problem is that people only come to my pastor for these activities, not for other services. ”

"That's why I propose to keep the various religious ceremonies separate," Victor said. "A time to pray, a time to offer ancient knowledge, and so on...... This will allow you to weed out false admirers who are only interested in indoor activities and cater to potential followers who are interested in other aspects of your portfolio. ”

The goddess silently considered the proposal.

"Rather than having nuns provide pleasant services to everyone all the time, I propose to make sacred prostitution a special occasion, once a month," Victor emphasized his point, "making your religious service a large ritual where prayers must follow strict protocols, receive ancient wisdom, bless the fields, promote fertility, and then have the quirky stuff at the end." ”

This worked well for the oracles of the Greeks. Cybele just needs to copy them, like every civilization, and reshape their minds.

"So you're suggesting that I offer something rare, one-of-a-kind to my chastity to enhance my divine prestige?" The goddess asked, and Victor nodded. "You know what, you speak in a tone that's a little too much like Sasha?"

"Maybe, but isn't that real?" Victor smiled behind the helmet, and he found her problem. "Do you want people to like you, or do you respect you?"

The charm test is successful!

Silbele nodded to herself with renewed enthusiasm. "A ceremony to recognize all my work, rather than focusing on one field ......"

Victor knows that for some, it's always about joy, but it's her best chance to reinvent her image. "How about calling your ceremony 'The Gathering of Newcomers'?"

"How's the Sablé Book?" The goddess replied, causing Victor to squint his eyes behind his helmet; Unfortunately, she took his silence for something else. "It's the Sabriel."

Reshaping her image will be an uphill and difficult battle. "So on the issue of fertility, it's not that I don't want children right now; But I want to know when and with whom. Exclusivity and rarity. ”

"In this case, if you don't want children, you just have to say a safe word," Sibeley said. "Call my name."

Isn't that embarrassing? But at least it removed a thorn from his foot. "Thank you, Mrs. Sey—"

Duckweed!

Silbele seemed surprised. "But the time hasn't come yet!"

"Minions...... Minions...... Minions!"

Even the gods can't stop Winkel from summoning Victor to his side as his body is torn from the flat kingdom of Silbele and brings back his friend's treasure.

"Minions......," Winkel whispered as he sat on his golden shield. There you are...... You're here, minion......"

"Your Majesty?" Victor frowned, startled by his master's voice. "Why are you so quiet?" Is anyone listening to us?"

"I've been singing for a day and a half......" Winkel said in a rough voice, massaging his neck with his hands. I have a sore throat......"

A day and a half? Damn, the gods won't let him do anything.

As if to answer his thoughts, Kia instantly entered the vault in a flash of light, completely ignoring almost all of the magical defenses they had set up. "Thank you for driving me, Madame Leone!" (Paladin) shouted, then turned to the V&V's members. "Here you go."

"Manling Kia...... Heal me with a golden voice......" Winkel commanded, and the shining knight cast a [complete healing] spell on the dragon. After a second, the dragon was able to speak normally again. "Better. Now I can sing again!"

"No!" Kia panicked, much to Winkel's displeasure. "I mean, Your Majesty has trampled the entire planet to the ground!"

After spending so much time with dragons, she finally learned how to deal with them. Almost.

"Minions, why should I deprive this world of happiness?" The dragon asked arrogantly.

"If Your Majesty does this again, it will lose its luster!" Victor came to support her. "Please don't turn this eternal memory into a worldly thing!" Let the bard sing for you!"

"Good idea, minion," Winkel said. "Order the Pink Ranger to compose a new war song that will inspire my army to move forward towards inevitable victory"

That could be worse.

"On that note, we had plenty of time to complete this dungeon side quest before invading Pleidan," said Kia, still determined to get the prize, "and get [Conspiracy Armor]." ”

"I also received a sacred mission to be part of it," Victor added. "If only I could meet a nominee."

"That's it," Winkel announced, excited at the thought of winning the prize and stretching his legs. "We completed this task just after I took a golden bath."

Van Kerr is in a good mood and ready for a last-minute exploration.

Not only did he improve the living conditions of his servants around the world, but the conclaves listened to his words of wisdom and awakened the sleeping dragons of the world. It was a tiring, tiring ordeal, and the dragon enjoyed the feeling of his treasure clinging to the scales.

His chief of staff and knight, Kia, was meticulously prepared for the adventure, heavily armed and well-equipped. The vizier knelt before Wankel with a scythe in hand, begging his pious servants to bring the mission to them.

"Please, Lord Deathriputier, can you summon us to the Dungeon Tournament?" Manlin Victor closed his eyes, as if listening to an invisible voice. The more he listened, the less he liked it. "Do I have to say that?" You know, she's right next to me. That would be rude. ”

"He wants you to insult Mithraism in front of me, doesn't he?" Knight Kia asked, crossing his arms. "Before you do that, I want to remind you that my God graciously granted your selfish request."

"Hey, I'm not personally against Mithraism: it's not my fault that my patron and your patron don't get along well."

"Minions, do it." Wacker ordered. This is their last mission before the final battle of the dragons, not the battle of the Minions.

Manlin Victor sighed and raised his scythe. "his laws, and the Paladin."

As he said these words, a bright light engulfed the three men entirely.

You've been forcibly teleported! (fixed) activated...

[Immovable] was replaced by [Death Joker].

In the blink of an eye, Winkel found himself in the middle of a dune-like arena made of hard stone; And was greeted with cheers from thousands of people. Knight Chia stood to his left in a rage, and Manlin Victor stood to his right.

Separated from the trio by a high wall, the stands are packed with hundreds of invisible undead, Agarthan, orcs, demons, and other creatures. The dragon even noticed the strange Naga who turned out to be in the high platoon and proposed a task to them.

"Greetings everyone!" Winkel glanced at the promontory that looked down on the arena. A ravenmon, an armored dwarf, and an elven vampire sat on a throne there, the first of them to speak with the charisma of a performer. "In the end, I don't think we'll ever have a decent adventurous team this year! Now, I know it's a tough time for the dungeon industry, and dragons are destroying them everywhere......"

"The adventure market is changing too fast these days," the dwarf said, waving his fists. "But that just means our engineers have to innovate and adapt."

"I'm really excited about our current version," the dark elf added, before giving Manlin Victor a flying kiss; The minister gave him a gesture in return, much to the annoyance of the knight Kia. "And even more, because our challenger is none other than the mighty V&V!"

"Who else?!" Winkel proudly bared his chest and was cheered on by the audience. "Look, this is the greatest dragon in the world, and the most perfect servant!"

"And Kia Bekele," Bird added, as the audience booed after realizing she wasn't worthy to be a servant.

"God Mithras protects us from this madness." Knight Kia whispered, trying to maintain a little dignity.

"I'm afraid prayer won't do much here, unless it's a prayer for death!" The crow clapped his hands and said. "Will these three survive the architect's trap?" As long as you stay tuned for the latest installment of the Death Prize, you'll know!"

The entire stadium erupted in cheers, and Winkel was immersed in their adoration.

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p and Mau

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po

ated by the co-sponsors, this race will be shown in real time to all lower aircraft," Bird Bird announced, and the flying scope appeared in Vai

queu

around the team. "I'm the Death Riddler, and this is Camilla and Veran; Together, we are the Horror Three. ”

"While we sponsored the event and made sure everyone played by the rules, the choice of the best dungeon would be left to the judgment of the V&V team," Camila, the dark elf, took over. "So far, only a few dungeons have been nominated this year. If the entire team survives, they'll get a bonus and-"

"How much?" Van Kerr immediately asked this important question and wanted to hear about the magic number.

"One million gold coins!" The dwarf Veran responded loudly, much to the delight of Varkel and the audience, "In addition to the famous artifact, there are terror of the ruler everywhere...... Terrible [Conspiracy Armor]!"

"Let's introduce our nominees!" Death Joker snapped his fingers. "Who has recently been reduced to two, disappeared after the game in a 'mysterious situation'!"

Two pillars of fire erupted in front of Van Kle and his retinue, familiar faces revealing in front of them. The first is the Dark Shadow of the Forsaken, his nemesis, the evil Lich Frebon. The second is a goblin with black nails and a crimson cloak.

The lich smugly waved to the audience, then noticed Winkel and froze. The goblin just peed under the dragon's gaze. The creature also looked a little familiar, just like the one they had encountered in the Iron Empire......

"Oh, hi, Furiben!" Victor waved his hand to the lich in a friendly manner, conquered by the demonic charm of the undead. "I haven't seen you in a while!" We need to talk about it as soon as possible. ”

"First of all, our favorites." Death Rigoslav announced in a loud voice. "Lich Fu

ibo

——”

"Nope." The Forsaken said at once, shaking his head once, and shaking his head twice. "Just no. I gave up. ”

"Me too! The red-clothed goblin screamed and ran for his life.

"Wise choice!" Vai

queu

replied, although the public did not agree with him. Every audience member began to boo the nominees.

"You gave up the Dungeon's Death Award nomination?" The Death Clown asked the nominee, very upset. "In this competition, we cannot tolerate the loser. Go back, and you won't want to be nominated again!"

Fredbon was suspicious, but the goblin persevered. "I give up!"

Winkel squinted at him, now sure he had seen the monster somewhere......

Skill check successful!

…

His old chief of staff, abandoned him while he slept!

"It's you!" Van Kerr roared, and the entire arena trembled. "You cowardly, good-for-nothing goblin!" It's always been you!"

"Send me back!" The goblin pleaded, and Winkel opened his mouth to eat the treacherous creature. "Send me back!"

CHOMP !

Winkel bites into an empty space, and the elf is teleported away at the last second.

"Wayland, you could have let him finish his meal," Deathjester asked the armoured gnome, "in the current situation, that's appropriate." ”

"Just kidding, he's my chosen father." Wayland argued. "You know how much I value my family."

"Oh, that reminds me that your wedding anniversary is next week, right?" The dark elf of the trio asked her colleague. "I'm almost done with [the zombie clown]."

The bird coughed, forcing his two colleagues to focus. Winkel himself roared in frustration, but he was relieved to know where the treacherous goblin lived. “Fu

ibo

and give us your answers. I don't want to cancel this contest, so please make the right choice. ”

Everyone looked at the lich, including the angry Van Kerr. He seems to be caught in an inner conflict, debating with himself. "Knight Grass ......" "But my prize!" But the knight city ...... But there are no competitors!"

"Freben, if you are not at ease, I am personally here mainly to talk seriously about the shields you have set up around the castle of Googo." "We can jump right into it without having to destroy your dungeon first."

"Really? The lich asked, apparently eager to be in front of them as little as possible.

"Minions, what are you talking about?" Winkel rebuked his chief of staff. "I'm not going to give up a million coins!"

"I also want conspiracy armor," K

ight Kia said.

"In that case, we can talk about it again when we conquer your dungeon, Frebon." Manlin Victor changed his tone and wanted to keep the prize money of the million coins. "Just as we attacked your castle in the Battle of the Tent."

"It's not going to help your case." The lich hissed angrily. “。”

"But we'll do it right this time!"

"We're going to do the rules," Knight Kia argued. "Fast and efficient."

"That's what he said." The Death River giggled, and the knight glared at him.

"How dare you not give me a million gold coins, Forsaken One." Wankel warned. "I may have forgotten your past mistakes, but don't remind me why I looked down on you in the first place."

"Do it! The crowd shouted, "Do it!" Do it!"

In the end, the forsaken have no choice but to submit to the will of the people. "Good," Fulburn said, then waved dramatically to the crowd. "But you brought it on yourself. Are you in the tomb of Frebon...... While we are suffering in the painful dungeon, let's talk about this shield again!"