episode_0016

After the arena battle, Adikia had been tracking Dike incessantly. The tracking device she had secretly attached to that trashy truck was doing its job perfectly well. While others were wandering through the city in search of Yudahee, Adikia’s gaze was fixed outside, toward the quiet outskirts.

They were truly two individuals who displeased her greatly. One had snatched away the golden apple she had longed for, and the other had arrogantly brought her down in front of everyone. The sensation of a blade grazing past her body sent shivers down her spine. Though it vanished, the feeling lingered in her mind. She had resolved to kill Yudahee the moment the arena battle ended. Immortality was guaranteed only within the waiting room and the battlefield. Even during the arena battle, if Yudahee hadn’t wielded the axe, Adikia would have crushed her outright. Somehow, she sensed it and split her palm with the blade.

That’s why Adikia had been seething with anger throughout the arena, vowing to leave and watch from outside. Even in this enraged physical form, what lay within her was the divine, having lived through countless ages, possessing ample strength. However, there was one restriction imposed on the deities residing on Earth: they must never harm Earth’s inhabitants without reason. Conversely, Earth’s inhabitants were strictly prohibited from unwarranted contact with the deities.

Even though it might be a world where arenas exist and deities freely mingle, fundamentally, it was an interstellar tourist zone. No one desired for a tourist site to be overrun and ruined by filth. If killing a non-ordinary contractee outside the arena was allowed, it wouldn’t be mere entertainment anymore; it would become a battle among deities, which was strictly forbidden. It’s like expecting a sea full of coral and emerald waters but finding it infested with bloodthirsty sharks instead—a potential disaster zone, not a tourist attraction.

If one were to kill a contractee, they would face hefty fines in divine power and be permanently banned from entry—unless they were truly reckless newcomers, they wouldn’t even consider it.

Character PVP, then filed a lawsuit for assault, and then went to the front of the house, opened the door, and stabbed with a knife. Where would such a crazy person be found?

It will probably just end with “Ugh, that jerk -.-“.

However, Adikia was about to commit the act even considering such penalties…

“W-what is this…! An arena…!”

Yoo Dahee was half terrified by the unbelievable ability she displayed at the end.

Is that really a human? It seemed impossible.

But it’s an undeniable fact that the arena was ruined because of that one person.

…So, she began to look for an opportunity.

Carefully pressing down her hat and holding a high-performance telescopic camera to avoid being caught, Adikia started following.

Click, click.

She thought there would definitely be a chance, so she tracked the truck and filmed day and night.

A paparazzi figure with a top-notch camera wrapped up in a mask.

The only difference between this paparazzi and others was that there was a thug standing next to her.

“Malcolm, can’t you drive properly? The focus is shaking!”

“S-sorry, my lady Adikia…!”

What on earth is kicking the driver’s seat from the back just because the steering wheel shook…!

As a citizen of the Three Kingdoms and Five Elements, Confucian Dragon, Malcolm felt something rising in his chest, but he swallowed it down inside.

It was fortunate enough to maintain the status as a contracted party, not becoming a fertilizer.

“Stop, I’ll just get off here, so go away. Seriously annoying…”

Adikia got off, slamming the door, and slowly moved her steps towards where the truck’s tracker was located.

A truck parked on the street without any movement, the tracker was working fine.

Looking closer at the front of the vehicle, the empty driver’s seat and passenger seat caught her eye.

It’s not like a goddess would leave a vehicle in such a remote place… mumbled Adikia, and as she looked around, she noticed that a certain point of the detection was abruptly cut off.

Traces left in the form of a door.

Tsk, it seemed like she had entered the penthouse, which is ridiculously expensive.

This is the only way for me to come out.

Just then, an alert popped up in front of Adikia.

It was undoubtedly Deke Astraea’s post registered in the Divine Gallery. “Ha, after winning once, you’ve become so arrogant…!” Surely, just like other divines, they must have posted some provocative article! – she thought absentmindedly as she clicked on the post…

̴̴̨̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺͑̒̌̈̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̐̽̊̐͌͗͑̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͜͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̴̨̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺͑̒̌̈̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̐̽̊̐͌͗͑̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͜͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̸̴̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷̴̨͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̐̽̊̐͌͗͑̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͜͜͠, ̴̴̨̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺͑̒̌̈̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙

“E… Eek… Eeek…!”

The foreign words that attacked Adikia’s mind with revulsion…!

All she could do was shiver and scream silently, unable to do anything else.

Wasn’t there a saying about a frog getting killed by a stone thrown carelessly? Adikia had just been that frog.

And it would be three hours before such an Adikia was discovered.

[You Dahee, were you really alive? Hehe] – Anonymous (1.11)

She quickly clicked on the post, only to be met with a “Post not found” redirection page.

She hadn’t misread it.

After waiting for about two hours and posting similar messages, all she got in return were the cries of the divine and meaningless posts.

The vanished post showed no sign of reappearing, and further searching seemed futile, so she closed the hologram.

Honestly…

As complicated as You Dahee’s thoughts had become, one thing was certain.

The number of bastards she needed to find and tear apart had increased.

“I-I think I’m going to die!”

Finally freed from her restraint, Dike sobbed, then abruptly snatched away the hologram that You Dahee had taken.

Since You Dahee didn’t have anything left to do, she handed it over.

But what Dike faced was nothing but sheer despair.

“Ah… ah? Aaaah! My account!”

Her account had been suspended, accompanied by an alert stating, “[Your account has been suspended due to a violation of terms].”

Wondering what had happened, she quickly searched through her previous posts, but there was nothing left.

They had already been deleted by the Ministry of Public Safety.

“What in the world did I do?”

It was a gallery known for not handing out suspensions easily, so why-!

Even the famous tactical weapon, HAL, was just laughing it off, but Dike’s face contorted with despair.

“It’s probably best not to look at it-.”

She tried saying that, but there was no way Dike would agree.

“Pr-profits…!”

“And even if you’re suspended, you can still lurk, right?”

“My Gallant Gallery account is like my alter ego…!”

With the phrase “이러면 어쩔 수 없다는 말과 함께 유동 분신술로 여론을 환기시켜 자신이 억울하다는 걸 어필하려 해보는 디케였지만 그런 게 통할 리가 있겠는가,” it’s inevitable that Deke tried to ventilate public opinion with fluid body techniques while appealing to his unfairness, but would that really work?

Instead, he ended up being hit by a tactical nuclear strike and sank.

“Uhhhh….”

Deke, sprawled out like a zombie, whether opening the door or not, Yoo Da-hee began to plan her next move.

The most important thing in driving things forward is a sense of purpose.

The destination, which had been hazy as if shrouded in fog until now, finally seemed to come into focus.

Finding and tearing apart the guy who was entrusted with the Necronomicon translation was his only thought from the beginning.

Making that vow, even swallowing cold water was momentarily forgotten as he burst into a bitter laugh at the absurd sight before him.

“Adikia, Adikia was lying in front of the truck…!”

“Why on earth is she here?”

Spewing white foam from her mouth like a toad struck by a stone… it seemed she was shocked by something.

When he looked at the window of the Sacred Gallery held in one hand… the cause was clear.

I see. I’ve seen you.

Tsk tsk.

But what can be done? In the pursuit of justice, one must also accept the sacrifice of a few…!

Although the Sacred had put a bounty on him, seeing her in this state didn’t particularly evoke any desire to do something.

After all, he had already won, and what was past was past. What would he gain by digging it up again?

People tend to become more generous when they have leisure. Besides, it seemed he had already earned his due, so he thought he should let them have a taste of sweet water later when they woke up.

As Yoo Da-hee was about to turn around, Deke looked at the Sacred Gallery held in Adikia’s hand.

And then…

“What are you looking at- Oops! Ouch! Ah!”

Spitting out a strange curse, Deke, foaming at the mouth just like Adikia, collapsed beside her.

“Oh.”

This blockhead.

Yoo Da-hee’s eyes sank nervously as she looked at the two Sacred who had fallen side by side.

…Damn.