"According to reports, the rift in the sky has shrunk by about five centiters. Although it’s a small number, it’s truly astonishing. There had previously been no indication that the rift would ever close. All of this is thanks to the existence of the gods — they are leading humanity closer to the path of freedom..."
The screen displayed the beautiful face of the news anchor, and at that mont, her expression held a smile that ca from the bottom of her heart. After a string of statents about the rift in the sky, she quickly moved on to shower Prophet and Nerio — the gods believed to be responsible for sealing the rift in the sky — with glowing praise.
"Nonsense."
Right then, an irritated voice suddenly rang out.
The TV screen instantly went black. Asta, clearly annoyed, tossed the remote onto the table and grumbled, "News about gods everywhere you go."
At that mont, he was sitting on a sofa, his head tilted slightly back, arms stretched out wide, and each arm draped over the shoulders of a stunningly seductive woman.
They all shared one trait in familiar — voluptuous figures. And, of course, even more importantly, they all had beautiful faces.
Sitting on a separate chair, Ariana saw Asta’s attitude and couldn’t help but smile slightly. "What’s wrong? Don’t you believe in the gods? They’re strong, you know."
As she said that, Ariana suddenly chuckled a bit. She found it a bit silly. Ever since she t Asta, she had known he didn’t like n. It wasn’t a matter of personality — he didn’t like guys.
Suddenly, the fact that he didn’t worship any god made perfect sense.
As expected, Asta buried his face into the chest of the woman next to him, inhaled deeply, and mumbled unclearly, "What’s there to worship about a bunch of dudes?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it into the air. The woman beside him imdiately squealed, scrambling to pick up the fluttering bills before diving into Asta’s arms, kissing his face, hands, and shoulders without pause.
Asta closed his eyes, clearly enjoying being surrounded by beautiful won.
But then, his eyes suddenly snapped open. His amber gaze was sharp and piercing, so much so that the woman unbuttoning his shirt instinctively backed away a bit.
She hesitated but quickly regained her confidence. Pressing herself close to Asta, she rubbed her soft chest against him and spoke in a sweet, honeyed voice:
"Asta, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to have a fun night with ?"
Usually, Asta treated them very well — at least, from their perspective. He gave them lots of money and never asked them to do anything outrageous. After flirting like this for so long, did he not intend to do anything?
"Get out."
Without a shred of gentleness, Asta shoved the beautiful woman beside him aside and stood up, adjusting the collar of his shirt a bit.
He smiled, showing off eight perfect teeth, his eyes narrowing like a lazy cat, and said offhandedly,
"I don’t do casual flings. Not safe."
He brushed off his clothes and walked out, ignoring the stunned won behind him. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to bid farewell to Ariana.
Once his figure disappeared, the won finally snapped out of it. Their faces flushed red, a mix of frustration and embarrassnt swirling together.
"So annoying!"
"He was already here — why act all high and mighty?!"
They were angry that Asta looked down on their line of work. But simultaneously, a wave of sha also rose within them.
"What are you getting angry for? It’s not like Asta said anything bad. If you’ve already chosen this line of work, don’t act all high and mighty. Asta is the most gentle guest you’ve ever had — if you don’t know how to appreciate that, then so be it."
Ariana puffed on her cigarette from the side, scoffing as she spoke.
That brat Asta was extrely lecherous — in short, he loved looking at beautiful won. He’d probably want to hold their hands and such if he could. But of course, he wouldn’t do anything inappropriate in public. So, instead, he spent his money at bars to indulge his desires.
Ariana had once been curious why Asta had never tried sleeping with anyone. He had answered seriously that he wanted to save his first ti for his future wife.
Ariana couldn’t help but find it amusing. Setting aside his flirtatious nature, she knew that even if Asta loved looking at won, he didn’t like anyone. He just enjoyed admiring beauty — that was all. Otherwise, how could he still be single with all that he had going for him?
"BOOM! CRACK! KABOOM!"
At so point, the sky had turned dark and oppressive, like nightfall was about to descend. Blinding bolts of lightning slashed across the continent. Every ti this scene appeared, people almost instantly knew what was coming.
The streets fell into chaos again. Over the past week, they had constantly drilled for this scenario. So this ti, everyone quickly moved to esper-guarded safe zones, clinging to the faint hope that they wouldn’t be chosen.
And once again, darkness enveloped the entire continent.
Asta withdrew his gaze, his expression turning solemn as he approached the esper gathering point. He hoped that this ti, he would be chosen — instead of so poor, unlucky, ordinary person.
[Master, the dungeon has appeared!]
The voice of the acting system rang out. At that mont, Silvanus looked away from the newly ford card in his hand and turned to the virtual screen before him.
After participating in multiple dungeons and feeling his power grow, the thought of entering one no longer filled him with anxiety.
"Enter the dungeon imdiately."
[Understood, Master!]
At that very mont, countless beams of light shot up from the continent and pulled into the massive vortex in the sky. This scene had repeated itself many tis — yet no matter when it occurred, it never failed to make hearts tremble in fear. People felt both grateful they hadn’t been chosen and worried for those trapped inside the dungeon. Because if the ones inside died... the next ones chosen might be them.
"Over 200 people were pulled into the dungeon this ti!"
Layla nearly scread when she saw the dense array of live broadcast windows filling the sky. She gritted her teeth and growled, "These dungeons are getting more terrifying. Are they trying to swallow all of humanity in one go?!"
Frank’s face was grim. "If they get the chance... they just might."
"Clackety... clackety!"
"Clunk!"
A train carrying nearly 500 people — including staff — sped along the tracks, cutting through the air and stirring up strong wind gusts.
The heavy darkness brought chaotic wind and rain, producing eerie howls that echoed in the distance.
Inside the train, however, all was calm. The sounds outside couldn’t penetrate its interior.
Dim yellow lights bathed the entire train warmly, carrying the passengers into a dreamlike journey.
At that mont, more than 200 passengers suddenly opened their eyes, sitting bolt upright in panic.
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