“I should be imprisoned in Bergen, the city of sinners, but here I am. You must be curious?” Witt closed one eye, utterly unconcerned.

"The gods are so interesting. They actually created a dystopian city in the lower realm, a city exclusively for villains. Ah~ It's like a condensed version of all the evil in the world, a different realm where everyone is talented in every way and speaks so eloquently. If I weren't so obsessed, I wouldn't want to leave there."

Lulune felt a chill run down her spine: "Bergen shouldn't be able to release anyone! You?"

"Looks like you guessed it." Witt grinned, laughing hysterically.

"Because I'm level 5! Hahahaha, how could those evil gods let such a precious talent as me rot in that kind of place!"

Amidst laughter, Victor's figure flashed by, and the next second, Lulune was already being lifted up by the neck by him.

"I remember your name was [Mud Dog], right? Level 2? No, that was five years ago. You're Level 3 now?"

Witt curled his lip in dissatisfaction: "So weak. You trash are too weak."

The dog-man, whose throat was being choked, struggled and asked, "What...what is your purpose? Do you...do you want to kill the goddess Astrea?"

Witt paused, then grinned maliciously, "I do have such a plan. But I'm a contradictory person; although I don't like bullying the weak, I enjoy seeing people wail."

"Unfortunately, the plan failed." Witt said somewhat unhappily, lowering his voice to ask, "Let me guess, the one who saw through my plan was that brat named Sora?"

"Is the reason I'm not using someone with your level 3 combat strength because you're holding me back?"

He shook his head nervously: "No. No, no, no. He couldn't possibly know me; he just guessed that someone orchestrated all of this, right?"

"Cough cough." Lulune grabbed Vitt's fingers, struggling to breathe the little air she had, her legs kicking wildly.

Victor, unconcerned, pulled [Mud Dog] closer and asked, "He guessed so much, but did he guess that you would die here?"

Lulune smiled.

Witt's lips curled down as he demanded, "What are you laughing at?"

The next moment, four or five strange potions rolled out from Lulune's trouser leg with a clattering sound.

The medicine was filled with a sky-blue liquid and emitted a chilling aura.

"An omnipotent being?!" Witt had seen such a thing before; it was a magical artifact commonly used by omnipotent beings.

But by then it was too late to dodge.

Lulune coughed, "Cough cough cough, sorry, I'm afraid I won't die!"

Witt cursed under his breath, "Damn it."

Releasing Lulune's hand, he swept his leg across, sending Lulune flying more than ten meters, crashing into a wall in the alley and causing it to crack.

Bang bang bang.

The potion exploded, and the cold air gradually froze Victor's body.

He knew that these freezing agents wouldn't kill him; their purpose was merely to distract him and buy him time to escape.

Therefore, he took drastic measures, rendering Lulune completely incapable of moving.

As he expected, Lulune was struck in the chest by a level 5 blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood and her vision blurred.

"Six ribs are broken, one punctured the lung, and he can't move anymore!"

Witt struggled to keep his legs frozen, and said calmly, "I admire your wisdom, but it means nothing in the face of absolute power."

"I had a great time this time, although it's a bit of a pity that I didn't get to see the whole city stained with blood."

Lulune raised her head, blood trickling from her mouth and nose, and gave a bitter smile: "No. I will go back alive, because that lord said so!"

Lulu recalled those two terrifying guys, opponents she couldn't defeat no matter how much she cheated.

No, that's God!

That's why she was willing to take on this dangerous job.

In the quiet corridor, the sound of leather boots clicking on the floor echoed, steady and crisp.

Witt turned around abruptly: "Who is it?"

In the dark alley, a figure wearing a black cloak and a hood walked calmly and composedly.

"I am the one who hides in the shadows and hunts the shadows."

Testimonials

It's on the shelves tomorrow.

Well, this book has around 5000 favorites, and it's quite controversial. Some people want to see slice-of-life stories with extraordinary abilities, some want to see shadowy themes, and some want a harem. There are also many complaints about the character selection and summoning methods.

The author is a long-time anime fan, so many of the characters chosen are from anime series from over ten years ago. Wow, time really flies. There have been very few popular anime series these past few years, unlike before when you could have several new "waifus" every season…

Regarding the update issue...

Because there are too many characters and the world-building is quite complex, it's very difficult for me to write. Plus, I have family issues and have to go to the hospital frequently, so I have some drafts saved up, but I don't dare to release them all.

I'll start with 10 chapters on the day of release, as a way of making up for the previous donations and hate mail.

I will try to keep future updates at 6000 words or three updates a day.

……

I won't post a reward, to avoid embarrassment if no one gives it. If anyone throws virtual items or blades, as usual, I'll update more chapters based on the number they receive.

……

Two books were completed with mistakes; this is the third. The quality might still be immature, but the author's integrity is commendable. Those who frequently search for "DanMachi" using the tag "DanMachi" should know that the category's performance is only so-so.

Therefore, unless someone actually dies, the story won't be abandoned.

I still implore everyone to give me your support.

If you can give me a first-time order, that would be great. If you like it, it would be even better if you could subscribe to other users' accounts.

There are also recent promotions that offer cashback.

……

Finally, if the average subscription count exceeds 500, I'll see if I can add another chapter on Monday. If I get 5000 subscriptions, I should be able to get 500.

Uneasy.

Chapter 54 Shadow: I am...

After several hours of life-and-death cycles at Cecil's Blacksmith Shop, Lord Shadow emerged from the door, full of pride.

He wore an outer garment created by special magic, his face hidden by a black hood, making him mysterious and enigmatic.

magic:

[The Imposter's Cloak]

• Intimidation, amplification magic.

• A shadow cloak is formed by magic, entering the disguised state.

• When in disguise state, use the observer's first preconceived notion as the standard and apply full-range cross-domain correction.

Chant: "Let us hunt those who have fallen into darkness."

The term "correction" differs from affixes like "enhancement" or "boost." Adventurers typically have inconsistent attributes as they level up, and correction refers to affixes that elevate weaknesses to strengths, essentially compensating for shortcomings.

But the magic effect of Shadow is different. Its modifier is applied to the opponent he is fighting, making it a skill that makes him stronger when facing a stronger opponent and allows him to play dumb to take advantage of the enemy.

Shadow is very satisfied with its magic. Simply put, however strong Shadow appears to its opponent as an imposter, the real Shadow will receive a power stat adjustment based on a coefficient to compensate for the difference, and may even surpass its current rank.

It's practically made for Lord Shadow.

In reality, favors are customized based on the host's inner desires or past achievements.

How could someone with such severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) have no magic?

The Shadow Lord, having gained power, was just about to disguise himself, show off his divine abilities, go out and crush thousands of monsters, save the people from suffering, and then interact with everyone as an ordinary person.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated in the maze-like streets of the sword-wielding city.

"Where is this place?"

The shadows trod on the bluestone slabs, bypassing the shops along the street, turning and twisting, wandering through the alleys.

He circled around for a full half hour before he heard wild laughter coming from ahead.

The shadow moved forward with steady steps, and the reflections of the surrounding buildings slowly faded away.

"Who is it?" one person asked.

Shadow curled his lips into a knowing smile: "I am the one who hides in the shadows and hunts the shadows."

Witt's face was ashen. He stomped his foot, causing the ice to crumble. He spat and said, "Damn it, an ambush?"

The shadow approached step by step, as if strolling leisurely...

He thought to himself, "Looks like I'm in trouble. Should I run into the boss right from the start?"

When he saw Lulune lying on the ground coughing up blood, and the arrogant and boastful Witte, he easily settled on his side.

"Oh, what a funny scene. It's good enough to be a silly comedy after training."

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