I really don't want to be famous, but the collapse is still chasing me

Katniss sneered, "Heh... no need to pretend. You've already discovered my spy, right? You deliberately didn't expose it so that we would let our guard down and believe that your every move is within the rules of the Senate - right?"

Aglaia shook her head. "When it comes to scheming, Zagreus is no match for the Senate."

Katniss seemed unconcerned. "Haha... Thank you for the compliment, Golden Blood. We have no other intentions, but we just want to remind you again - the Golden Blood's management of the Holy City is temporary. This is just a trusteeship of power during extraordinary times."

God has his eyes and ears, and humans have their responses. When the so-called "oracle" is broken... the fate of Ohma will once again be in the hands of the citizens."

Aglaya turned her head, her eyes fixed on him. "Back to the citizens... or back to you, Lord Katniss?"

[I get it, this Katniss is a bitch.]

[So this is what the old woman was thinking! ]

"There's no need to be so aggressive. When the resolution was voted on that year, nearly half of the elders refused to hand over the Holy City to you. I'm just an insignificant member of the opposition." Katniss waved her hand.

"Go on your own way, demigod, and do everything you can to prove us wrong... But never forget that in Omphalos, even gods can't do whatever they want. I want to see how long you can maintain this do-everything-yourself style... hehe."

After making these harsh remarks, Katniss left the place.

Aglaya looked at Katniss's back as she left, unable to calm down for a long time.

"I will do everything in my power to save Omphalos, Master Katniss. Whether it be from the gods... or from you."

[No need to guess, this Senate will definitely cause trouble.]

[And it's the kind that will get you into big trouble once you do it.]

[It's already the end of the world, so you're not going to do something like that where everyone dies, right?]

[It seems that Aglaya is under a lot of pressure.]

-

Aglaya came behind Tinin, but she didn't expect that they were already preparing to defend Ohma.

"The threat in the city has been eliminated, and I have cleaned up the filth one by one."

Ti Ning said in a very soft voice, "Thank you, Aya. That elder... did she cause you trouble again?"

"It's nothing serious. Don't worry about me, my master."

"You should know, Katniss, that during the Golden War she..."

"She's an assassin specializing in purging the Golden One. I understand. As I said, the Senate is not our enemy... at least not yet. Let's get back to the pressing issue."

"Yeah..." Tinin nodded. "Yeah. We're ready to deal with Nicardoli. It won't be easy... Tinian is already close to his limit."

[It’s over, it’s over! 】

[Why is Mihoyo feeding the knife so soon? 】

[Fuck, no way, Tian is my favorite one, no!]

【Alas, I didn't expect it to come so soon. 】

[Be more confident. What if there is a turning point? ]

-

Aglaya frowned, "How much strength does she have left?"

"If you count this time... maybe I can open three... no, two more 'Hundred Worlds Gates'."

"What happens after that?"

"According to the previous agreement, Tibao will take over the duties of the "door maker."

"..." Seeing that the topic was becoming somewhat serious, Aglaya shifted the topic to the oracle. "Please tell me, my master... in the world you see, is the prophecy still as clear as it was on the first day?"

"Golden runes shimmered in the azure sky, and countless fragments danced around Kephar. The oracle was as clear as ever."

"Does it tell of the victory of Bai'e and his party?"

Tinin blinked, and the camera changed to her first-person perspective. She saw countless symbols resembling Omphalos floating around Kephale.

"It... remained silent. It seemed as if it knew the answer... but didn't want to share it with us at this moment."

Aglaya smiled faintly. "It seems we won't find solace in the oracle this time. That's just as well. If he truly is the child chosen by fate... then the prophecy is merely a side story."

The picture changes and the camera turns.

The perspective returned to Qiong's side.

He, Xiadie and Mimi returned to Xuanfeng City again.

However, even at the top of Xuanfeng, one could still hear the sounds of everyone fighting with Nicardoli.

However, Qiong also understood that he still had work to do, and finally with the help of Mimi, he successfully returned to the Xuanfeng of the past.

At this time, Aigle had not closed his eyes yet, and the sky was still bright!

However, the most critical task at present is to first figure out the era we are in.

After asking others about the disappearance, Qiong bought a weapon from a merchant she remembered. Xiadie roughly deduced the era of the weapon based on the inscriptions on it.

"To summarize the current information, Your Excellency. Lord Wandi has taken his people to Okhma; the old king, Olipon, is still alive, but the Titan of the Nicadori Strife has fallen into a deep slumber; and the City of Hanging Blade is gathering warriors for a festival...

It seems we are back in the final years of the Golden War, with the city of Hanging Blade facing the double blow of internal division and the Titans' loss of consciousness."

Qiong nodded, "Do you have any plans?"

"The safest way is to integrate into the rules... Since the city is holding a festival, perhaps we can go and sign up.

Let's enter the city first, then find an opportunity to act. If necessary... I will deal with the followers of the Titan of Nicadori's Strife. That should be the registration point."

After saying that, Xiadie pointed to a place not far away.

……

"What a pity! Those three champions were so close to passing the trial, meeting the majestic King Olipon, and claiming the title of High Blade Warrior... but they fell at the last step! The Herald of Scourge chopped them into pulp with a single blow... May the Titans of Nicadori's Strife recognize their valor and receive their spirits.

Next group! Where is the next group of fighters coming to challenge? King Olipon is still waiting, waiting for the first warrior who can stand before him alive!

Officer Xuan Feng stood in front and spoke passionately.

Qiong couldn't help scratching his head. "Is this project so hardcore?"

Xiadie patiently explained, "That was a time when life was cheaper than bread, and people were accustomed to barbarism and death."

At this point, the registrar began to shout again, "No one dares to fight? Are you unwilling to gamble your honor and burn your lives under the brilliance of Xuanfeng?"

Suddenly, a fighter came up to the registration officer and said, "Let me through."

The registrar took a look at the fighter. "You again, you idiot who can't even speak clearly! You're unarmed, yet you still dream of joining the Hanging Blade Festival? This is disrespectful to the Spear of Wrath!"

I've emphasized this already—this is a test for three people! If you can't even find a companion willing to risk your life with you, then you'd better return home and herd your cattle as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, the fighter was stunned for a few seconds, but he still took a step forward, "Let me pass."

"It seems that not only are you slurring your words, but your hearing is also not very good... If you continue to make trouble, don't blame us for being rude."

Xiadie and Qiong were watching the scene from the side. "Three people forming a team... Your Excellency, this might be an opportunity... We can go into the city with that person."

Qiong nodded. It seemed that he and Xiadie had the same idea. So the two of them walked behind the fighter and said, "We are his teammates!"

"Huh? Who are you?" The registrar looked at the two people's clothes and felt something was a little strange.

The fighter looked at the two men and recalled that they had questioned him before, but the whole conversation was not pleasant. "You."

"Haha...haha, I think I understand. It's alright! Since you've found a comrade willing to die alongside you, then come forward, you fool!

The exciting drama is almost making people aesthetically tired, and adding a group of "interludes" with a huge difference in strength is also a good adjustment.

Come on—"survival" is the only rule! As long as you still have a breath, either overcome all difficulties and win the glory of this world—or leave your soul in Xuanfeng City and become the nourishment of "dispute"!

After registering, the three of them entered Xuanfeng City together.

There was no conversation along the way, just solving puzzles and then fighting.

Just as everyone arrived at a new palace, a familiar voice appeared outside.

"Nice weapon! It's a really good weapon... After a little cleaning, you can't tell it's second-hand, ha..."

Gnaeus raised his hand and gestured for silence, "Wait."

Qiong gripped the bat tightly in his hand, "I can't wait, my desire to fight is rising!"

Xiadie: "Please calm down, Mr. Pioneer."

"Shh...listen."

"Hey, hey hey... I'm going to make some money now..."

Xiadie nodded thoughtfully, "I heard it too, that's..."

"Pretend you heard nothing and carry on as usual. We'll find a chance to make him show himself. Stop at the next corner. If he's an assassin... finish him off right there."

The three of them held their breath at the corner, waiting for the sound behind them to approach...

Gnaeus: "Silence..."

Not far away, the arms dealer emerged from the darkness. "Ha... You're running so fast! I can barely fit anything in one bag... After this trip, I probably won't have to scavenge for leftovers for the next few days, right? Hehe... I really hope this festival can last a little longer."

"It's now."

The next moment, three people rushed out from the corner, scaring the businessman!

"No wonder the weapons you sell have a bloody smell." Xiadie finally figured out the abnormality of the weapons.

"Uh, uh, uh, that... three warriors, I can explain! Look, I have this..."

"You despicable scavenger, as despicable as a dog or a rat... Let me take you to see Senatos, thief." Gnaeus: his eyes were full of murderous intent, his fists clenched.

at this time.

Xiadie stopped the merchant and said, "Sir Gnaeus, wait! This is not right. Please... let him go."

【? ? ? ? 】

【I didn’t even skip around. 】

【What does "not" mean? 】

[No killing principle?]

[I think it's okay. After all, I'm just a loot collector. There's no need to be like this.]

[Actually, it was to bring out the character, the character of the life that Xiadie respected very much.]

Gnaeus was speechless. He pointed to where they had come from and said, "Look back at those broken corpses, girl—you can kill those warriors without hesitation, but you have mercy on this filthy rat?

Give me an explanation... Prove that you are not as foolish as that mob."

"Because... he still fears death. Although despicable and dirty, his crime does not deserve death, and he should not become a sacrifice to the 'Grey Hand'.

It is the most terrifying darkness in the world. If it is allowed to grow... all light will be swallowed up.

To answer your question, it was never the passion for killing that drove me to wield the sword, but the fear of death."