Volume 2 Chapter 50-2 The Villainous Guildmaster, Secretly Preventing the End of the World [I]
The masked man grinned, his lips curling up, and reached out a hand.
"Why not betray the Hero and join my side?"
"Wha!? You want me to betray them!?"
She was confused by the sudden offer from Dostoevsky.
He wanted her to become his subordinate, to join the Demon King.
"If you use this bomb, the Great Hero will surely die here. If that happens, the world will fall into the hands of evil. Even if you could survive the bomb... there will be no place for you in the new world."
Dostoevsky was right.
Lawrence's defeat meant humanity's defeat and the demons' victory.
In a world ruled by the Demon King, there would be no place for Vivre, who was once a Hero's ally.
If she turned now, she could secure a decent position.
"......"
"What do you think?"
Dostoevsky poked Vivre's shoulder lightly.
In that moment, her body felt like it could move.
"In this situation, you can either side with the Hero or the Demon King. Even a fool like you can understand that, right?"
Dostoevsky extended his hand.
Vivre stared at that hand... and smiled.
"Y-yeah. Even a fool can see that."
Slowly, Vivre took the Evil God's hand.
Dostoevsky smirked.
"That just shows how foolish you are!"
Vivre clenched her fist and swung it with force.
She transformed into the form of a Demon Dragon.
'I was... lost after being banished from the Demon King's army, but Mr. Act picked me up.'
Whoooosh...!
Magic power gathered in Vivre's mouth.
'I might be a fool! But! I won't repay kindness with betrayal! I'm not ungrateful!'
She unleashed a powerful breath attack aimed at the Evil God.
A terrifying strike from the pitch-black dragon shook the frozen world.
The intense breath, leaving light and sound behind, hit the Evil God directly.
A tremendous explosion and smoke echoed all around.
'Hah... hah... Did I... do it?'
"I see, I understand well."
'No way...!?'
The Evil God Dostoevsky stood calmly, even after taking a direct hit from the Demon Dragon.
Snap!
He snapped his fingers.
Vivre was torn to shreds, her head rolling on the ground.
"I don't need foolish people who go against me. Die here with your friends."
His voice turned cold, a sharp contrast to his earlier relaxed attitude.
In his hand, he held a high-powered bomb.
It started to vibrate with a loud buzzing sound.
'Mr. Act... help me...'
Vivre called for the Guildmaster, who had saved her many times before.
"Ha ha! It's useless. Even that Guildmaster is powerless in this frozen time."
Dostoevsky glanced at Lawrence and the others.
The black-haired Guildmaster was frozen like the other humans around him.
...But the Evil God didn't notice.
Act was covering his left eye with his hand.
'It"s over... I'm done for...'
"Ha ha! Then goodbye, foolish humans!"
Dostoevsky threw the jewel into the air.
...In that moment, the world ended.
The bomb, filled with incredible energy, obliterated half the world in an instant.
No one realized the end of the world.
Everything vanished before they could notice the collapse.
...Thus, the Great Hero died, and the world fell into the hands of the Demon King...
"Not yet. It's too early for the end of the world."
In the next moment, the destroyed world was reborn in an instant.
"N-no way...!?"
Dostoevsky was shocked.
The world should have been blown away by the explosion.
Yet, everything returned to normal... no, it had come back.
"Sniff... I believed in you... that you would definitely save us..."
Vivre looked at him, her voice trembling.
In the tear-filled eyes of the Demon Dragon, the black-haired Guildmaster was reflected.
"Act Age...!"
He glared quietly at Dostoevsky, his golden eyes shining brightly.
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