Synopsis: (Not a chat group novel)
"XXX (Random Passerby Name), how did you get hold of all this stuff?"
"...At first, we just @'d him and asked for some resources. He charged a lot, but he could get them every time.
"Whether it was anime or movie resources, rare collector's editions of novels, or even unreleased games later on...
"We used to joke that this group member could do anything.
"Until eventually, we realized... it might not have been a joke."
"So that's how you got hold of these weapons?"
[Dealing with the devil]
[Make a deal with the devil]
Right in front of her, not only had she mocked her in that lofty, condescending tone, she had even shamelessly urged Qianyi to abandon her and become the husband of that woman, Ishtar?!
Ele's temperature instantly shot up. Her entire face turned as red as though she had just stepped out of a bath, while her wide crimson eyes burned fiercely, as if she could unleash her Noble Phantasm, "A True Hero Kills with His Eyes," the very next second.
A blushing girl was deadlier than any curse.
Her rage was so overwhelming that the air around her visibly warped from the ceaselessly boiling magical energy radiating off her body.
"Is—ht—ar!!" Ele raised her right hand above her head. Streams of black-red light emerged within her palm, transforming into a spear in an instant.
"Temple of Heat, Meslamtaea."
This was the warm light that existed beneath the earth, something only she was permitted to possess while bearing this Saint Graph.
Yet now, empowered by Ele's fury that nearly pierced the heavens, that warm light had long since changed into the most violent, frenzied flame of destruction.
But Ereshkigal did not care about any of that. Both hands tightly gripping the