The Joys of Evil

There was a saying: life was like a box of chocolates; you never knew what flavor the next one would be. But in this perilous Multiverse, the saying needed a few adjustments to become more vivid.

...Life was like a helicopter carrying a shipment of chocolates that happened to crash right above your head. You never knew whether the next thing to hit you would be a sweet, delicious chocolate candy or a sixteen-ton steel engine.

Now, in Altar Canyon, stained red with the blood of Red Sands Cult followers, every living person present had felt the surprise of "life" without exception... as well as the shock of having their heads smashed apart by a steel engine falling out of nowhere.

Of course, for most people, "surprise" was more accurately called terror.

"Legendary... Legendary powerhouse"!

As they stared at the bright golden figure floating in midair in an outrageously flashy pose, a deathly silence instantly swept through the entire canyon. Fisk, who had just broken free of his restraints, had widened his eyes until they were bloodshot. If that unrestrained pressure on his soul had not been crushing down upon it again, this "general," who considered himself fearless, would scarcely have believed his own eyes!

What exactly had just happened? A Legendary powerhouse who existed only in legends and had never appeared on the Redstone Plane had suddenly emerged on this chaotic battlefield without warning, and...

"He even saved that Saintess Gollania. Is he with the Red Sands Cult?"

Staring with eyes nearly splitting apart at the petite girl sheltered behind that golden figure, Fisk, a master-level combat professional, ground his teeth until they creaked.

With his limited knowledge, he simply could not understand why a super powerhouse who existed only in legends would help a cult that harmed living