Chapter 215

Chapter 217: Stop it! Please don’t fight anymore! (Please subscribe!)

The size of Labyrinth City Orario is so large that it even surpasses the royal capitals of some great nations, leaving no doubt about its vastness.

Within Orario, the Pleasure Quarter in the southeast almost entirely occupies all of Zone Three, with most of it under the control of Goddess Ishtar, the gray-market overlord.

Aside from factional combat strength, connections, funds, and faction scale, Ishtar’s faction is top-notch in Orario.

Such a major faction dispersing bystanders for the Killing Stone ritual… one could say that the goddess’s moves tonight are practically worry-free from discovery.

Conducting the ritual within a Sky Garden forty stories high ensures no one can watch.

Ishtar even deliberately constructed a giant annex for the ritual to avoid detection, showing meticulous consideration.

However, Izay emerges as an unexpected variable, defying logic.

He forcibly disrupts the Killing Stone ritual and clashes head-on with Ishtar’s faction’s main combat force, gaining the upper hand.

Though the sounds of battle cannot be heard in the Sky Garden, the sparks from weapons and shifting silhouettes attract rare attention.

“Too careless. Watching from such a distance isn’t satisfying at all~ I should have gone to stir up trouble with Loki and Asfi.”

“But if I went to Ishtar’s side, I’d be exposed… sigh, it’s a dilemma.”

On the colossal city wall in the southeast, the blond deity gazes levelly at the distant battle scene, muttering incessantly with a tone of regret.

Facing potential retaliation after exposure, he chooses to follow his heart.

If it’s far away, then so be it; at least he can still see it, which is better than not seeing anything at all.

In the same southeastern area, under a pitch-black night sky, a chilling darkness flickers.

“The reason Ishtar’s faction surpasses the official Level is due to a fox person young girl? Unexpected.”

“And Deity Ishtar coveting such power has reached the point of wanting to use the Killing Stone, truly lamentable…”

Brushing aside the darkness, a terrifying “ghost” figure lingers atop a building, emitting an indistinct voice lacking authenticity, making it unclear whether male or female.

“Izay really used the opportunity promised by Uranus for this… the Guild Headquarters will surely have headaches afterward.”

As the black-robed magician who serves as the right-hand to Guild’s main deity Uranus, “ghost” Fels watches the battle in the Sky Garden and the towering darkness at the peak of the Main Goddess’s Brothel, shrugging in a rather endearing manner.

Seemingly already envisioning the scene of Deity Ishtar coming to the Guild Headquarters for favors.

After this incident, Loki’s actions will undoubtedly be remembered bitterly by Ishtar.

And the Guild… well, they’ve certainly gotten involved, there’s no escaping being noticed by Deity Ishtar.

But that’s something for the Guild higher-ups to worry about; it’s none of my business. Fels adds this final note.

As one of the instigators providing Guild support to Izay, Fels subtly distances himself from part of the relationship.

Truly an unscrupulous move. (Add a bit of humor here)

Apart from these two sages and deities who were aware beforehand, there is another exception.

That is the gaze from the proud Skyscraper Facilities – Babel Tower, which boasts the greatest height in the city.

“What a lively night… the children are full of energy.”

In the highest room of Babel Tower bathed in moonlight, “Goddess of Beauty” Freya softly speaks, sitting down on a luxurious recliner facing the giant floor-to-ceiling window inside the room.

Her pale, tender skin and slender waist, along with her silver cascading hair, sink into the seat. In her hand, she gently swirls an empty glass.

“Ota, wine.”

Upon hearing her words, Ota, the boar-man subordinate with a physique like a massive rock, silently obeys his master’s command.

“That child from Loki’s family is truly remarkable…” After taking a small sip of wine, Freya quietly says, her serene beauty making it impossible to discern her thoughts.

And Ota does not rashly guess, giving a brief yet loyal reply: “Yes.”

“Since descending to the lower realm, I’ve encountered a child whose ‘essence’ I cannot see for the first time. Perhaps this is the charm of the unknown existence in the lower realm? I’m slightly curious about him.”

“With Level 4, able to engage in battle with Level 5… hmm.”

Ota’s brief response does not spoil Freya’s mood, as she shares her encounters with her faction on her own. By the end, she can’t help but chuckle softly.

Hearing the goddess’s unusual, girlish laughter, Ota’s expression becomes slightly serious, remaining silent.

“By the way, do you know why they started fighting?”

Unexpectedly, Freya only noticed the situation at the Main Goddess’s Brothel midway and didn’t witness Izay disrupting the Killing Stone ritual.

Even if she had seen it, given the goddess’s lack of knowledge about the Far East region, she probably wouldn’t have figured much out.

At most, she would have recognized it as a sacrificial magic circle.

“I apologize, but I am unaware.” Ota bows slightly in apology.

Both he and his master adopt the same attitude toward Deity Ishtar – not paying too much attention to her minor actions.

Not paying attention means not knowing what she’s doing, right?

“Well then, let’s just watch it as a pre-sleep program. I feel Ishtar’s ‘strongest’ won’t be a match for Izay.”

For a moment, the goddess pouts like a child dissatisfied, but quickly adjusts herself, twirling her silver hair with her fingers and opening her lips to speak.

“Understood.” Ota courteously replies.

…

In the vast night sky, the moon leisurely emits its light.

The clouds in the sky have now disappeared, allowing the moonlight to pour onto the ground without obstruction, elegant and ethereal.

Atop the rooftop of the High-Level Palace, Ishtar’s main headquarters, where the moonlight falls, intense sounds arise.

The sounds of metal shattering and blows striking flesh ring out frequently.

Izay faces dozens of Amazon warriors from Ishtar’s faction alone, rampaging through them like a storm, unstoppable.

Most are knocked unconscious with a single strike; those who can withstand more than one hit manage only slightly longer before being kicked away by him. Without waiting for Fulini to regain her stance after being kicked off, Izay charges into the Sky Garden.

“Haahhhhhhhh!!!”

Accompanying a sharp roar like tearing silk, Aisha swings her Great Knife at Izay. After being thrown off, she stubbornly charges again, her relentless determination causing Izay a headache.

“Sis, we’re at least acquaintances, right? It’s not good to attack me so fiercely.”

Casually blocking the Great Knife with his weapon, Izay speaks with a tone of helplessness, audible only to the two of them.

She takes great care of Haruhi, allowing the young girl to willingly call her sister.

From their relationship, she might even be the elder sister-in-law. Isn’t it bad for the sister-in-law to “mercilessly kill” the brother-in-law?

Haruhi would cry, you know.

Izay glances at the trembling girl on the altar ahead, and sure enough, she’s anxiously watching this way.

If it weren’t for the chains binding her, she might have already rushed over to stand between them, shouting, “Stop it! Please don’t fight anymore!”