The Strongest Evil God Is About to Return

Inside the sealed room, everything—floor, tables, chairs, and chandeliers—instantly turned into fine powder, covering the floor with a thick layer of dust.

His eyes slowly returned to normal, the light, about a foot long, gradually receded, and his brows furrowed slightly. He could feel a strange attraction.

His gaze swept over the dust covering the ground around him, and he gently raised his right hand.

The next moment, an even stranger scene unfolded.

The dust that had been falling back down almost all flowed back along its original path, and everything from the floor to the tables and chairs around them returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

It was as if everything before had vanished into thin air, nothing more than a false illusion.

This is a power that disregards the rules of the world!

The Imperial City of the Orwell Empire welcomed a special guest.

He was a middle-aged man of short stature, with short black hair and black eyes. Judging from his appearance alone, he seemed somewhat out of place among the people of the Skyvault Continent.

But at this moment, no one on the street had the patience to comment on a man's appearance.

The man's gaze swept casually around, a hint of doubt in his eyes. He hadn't been to the empire for over a hundred years, and who would have thought that stepping back into the city after a century would bring such an overwhelming shock?

On the street, people came and went, their heads bowed, their faces tense, their expressions dazed, and their steps hurried, not daring to stop for even a moment.

The surrounding buildings were in a state of disrepair, and even the noble villas exuded a sense of decay and desolation. The shops were all closed, as saving one's life was far more important than making money.

In the distance, you can see soldiers in armor stopping people walking on the street, seemingly checking something. If they find anything, they will immediately drag it away.

Further away, the Imperial Palace had long since collapsed and was reduced to ruins.

This scene left Sanchi Kentaro somewhat bewildered. He couldn't understand what had happened here in just a hundred years since he last visited the Empire, that it had become so dilapidated, as if it were the end of the world.

I still remember that a hundred years ago, the Imperial City was still a prosperous place.

It's a pity, he really enjoyed the food in the Imperial City, but now there's nothing left.

This man is Sanchi Kentaro, nominally the only favored one of the Goddess of Fate.

He firmly believed that the goddess doted on him.

This was confirmed when he traveled to the Godforsaken Continent. It was only because the goddess herself appeared and helped him that he was able to integrate the arm and leg left behind by the Evil God into his own body.

What an honor, what a grace!

Of course, his ability to merge with the remnants of Evil God was also related to his exceptional talent... He possessed an extremely powerful Transcendent Authority: Greed.

This power allows him to devour whatever he desires; it is extremely powerful.

After merging the Evil God's arms and legs into his body, Sanchi Kentaro could sense his strength increasing rapidly; in less than two years, his power had increased dramatically.

He was absolutely certain that his current strength had completely surpassed that damned Qin Chu.

That foolish fellow is like a tiny ant in front of me, easily crushed.

After the Evil God's Remnant Body were fully fused, the goddess vanished without a trace and never appeared again, leaving no divine Divine Oracle. However, Sanchi Kentaro voluntarily returned from the Godforsaken Continent and even entered the Empire.

He was going to do one thing—kill Qin Chu.

The reason why the former goddess favored Qin Chu was something that Sanchi Kentaro absolutely could not tolerate; in the goddess's eyes, only he could exist.

Moreover, Qin Chu possessed something he wanted to take: the Evil God's Torso.

Having integrated an arm and a leg, he was definitely more powerful than Qin Chu, who had only integrated a torso.

Of course, he wouldn't let Qin Chu die so easily. He would turn Qin Chu into the most powerful puppet, so that even in death he would suffer his enslavement for all eternity.

Some soldiers ahead noticed the man loitering in the street. With a wave of their hand, several of their companions swarmed over. The leader of the group immediately asked, "Hey, what's your name? Are you a follower of the Goddess of Holy Light? Do you have a certificate of faith issued by the Holy Church?"

Sanchi Kentaro asked curiously, "The Goddess of Holy Light? No, no, no, I worship the Goddess of Fate."

"Goddess of Fate? Never heard of her." A strange smile appeared on the faces of several soldiers, "Kid, you're lucky. From today onwards, you're a soldier under the Thirteenth Prince. Do a good job, and you'll have no shortage of high-ranking officials and generous salaries in the future. Maybe you can even become a nobleman."

That's right, these people are here to recruit soldiers.

Nowadays, many princes have their eyes on the throne, and each prince is working hard to strengthen his forces and expand the size of his army.

The followers of the Holy Church are not to be trifled with, but the followers of a goddess whom one has never heard of are not worth paying attention to.

Sanchi Kentaro understood immediately, and shrugged. "Sorry, I have no interest in joining the military."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the soldiers in front of him quickly darkened. Two soldiers held iron chains, while the other two drew their swords and held them directly to either side of Sanchi Kentaro's neck. The leader of the men revealed a ferocious smile, "Boy, whether you're interested or not isn't up to you. Daring to disobey the Thirteenth Prince's orders, are you tired of living?"

It was called conscription, but it was more like forced recruitment; once selected, there was no right to refuse.

Sanchi Kentaro wasn't angry at all. He smiled, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Hey, gentlemen, can I ask you something... Where is Qin Chu's family?"

Chapter Two, 8,000 words in total, is presented below.

Chapter 591 The Strongest Evil God is About to Return

(12,000 words)

Where is Qin Chu's home?

Sanchi Kentaro asked a question that almost everyone in the Imperial City the Orwell Empire knew.

He hoped to find Qin Chu and kill him to vent the Wrath that had been building up in his heart. The goddess's praise and favor for Qin Chu made Sanchi Kentaro extremely jealous, but he only knew that Qin Chu lived in the Imperial City, but he didn't know exactly where in the Imperial City.

Of course, he could choose to destroy the entire Imperial City.

But he was truly too kind.

He only wanted to kill Qin Chu; there was no need to cause a large-scale massacre, was there?

Thinking about this, Sanchi Kentaro couldn't help but feel moved by his own kindness.

Although the people on the Skyvault Continent were just a bunch of foolish monkeys, they worshipped Qin Chu almost fanatically simply because Qin Chu had eliminated all the Magic Creature, destroyed the Demon King, and brought peace to the Skyvault Continent. They even Sanctum up a statue of a Hero next to the statue of the Goddess of Holy Light in the Holy Church for worship.

Even in the central area of Imperial City, a huge monument was erected to commemorate the achievements of Qin Chu.

How ridiculous.

These pathetic monkeys have no idea who the truly powerful Hero of this world are.

Of course, the great and benevolent Sanchi Kentaro wouldn't bother with such trivial matters with these foolish beings. However, if he were to encounter resistance from these ignorant people when he was killing Qin Chu, or if he simply couldn't find out where Qin Chu was, he would still choose some... well, slightly violent methods.

This was unavoidable; it wasn't his fault.

The five soldiers from the recruitment office, upon hearing Sanchi Kentaro ask where the Hero lived, couldn't help but change their expressions. They scrutinized the man before them, their gazes becoming slightly more serious. "Who are you? What is your relationship with the Hero?"

The soldiers were somewhat worried.

If this ugly, somewhat dim-witted man in front of him knows the Hero, or is even close to him, then things could get a little complicated.

All beings associated with Hero are people they cannot afford to offend.

There was no way around it; the Hero's strength was simply too great.

He just went out for a short while, and then all the Magic Creature disappeared. Some say that the Hero drove all the Magic Creature back to their Abyss home, while others say that the Hero killed all the Magic Creature, leaving no trace of their remains.

No one knows the exact reason, but the only certainty is that the Magic Creature crisis on the Skyvault Continent was completely resolved after the Hero went out.

The shock that caused the entire Skyvault Continent to tremble violently, the crimson that spread throughout the world, and the huge desert Demonic Beast Territory a diameter of nearly 100 kilometers that was later discovered by people... Even if no one witnessed the war at that time, they can guess how exaggerated that conflict was.

The Hero's strength is unmatched.

This information is already imprinted on the soul of every living being on the Skyvault Continent.

Currently, nine princes are gathered inside and outside the Imperial City... Each prince controls his own territory and commands a powerful army.

Every prince wants to win over the Hero and the Holy Church. No matter who it is, even an idiot, as long as they have the support of the Hero and the Holy Church, their throne will be secure and unshakeable.

Unfortunately, every prince who wanted to visit the Hero was turned away.

Even the thirteenth prince to whom they served was the same.

This proud prince once prepared a large number of precious treasures as gifts to visit the hero, but he didn't even get to see the Hero's face... and even the gifts were returned untouched.

For the first time, the thirteenth prince felt that the Hero might just be concerned about saving face.

The second time, the thirteenth prince felt that the Hero might not like Mana and Gems, so he prepared thirty beautiful women to cater to the Hero's preferences. The result was even worse; he couldn't even get through the gate and was stopped by some women.

The third time, the gate was locked tight, and the thirteenth prince waited outside for several hours, but no one came to answer the door.

Enraged, the thirteenth prince cursed and swore upon returning home. He hurled vicious insults at Qin Chu, saying that a mere outsider was so ungrateful. If it weren't for the fact that Qin Chu had resolved the Magic Creature crisis on the Skyvault Continent and was now at the height of his fame, the prince would have already ordered his army to raze the Hero's Palace to the ground.

If the man in front of them truly had a close relationship with the Hero, then he was someone they couldn't afford to offend.

Sanchi Kentaro was unaware of what the soldiers were thinking. He honestly replied, "Ah no, I don't know the Hero. I'm here to kill him..."

He had nothing to hide.

There was no need to hide anything from these ants he could wipe out with a breath.

To the people of the Skyvault Continent, he, Sanchi Kentaro, is a god-like being.

Upon hearing this, a deathly silence fell over the surroundings. All five soldiers were stunned by Sanchi Kentaro's words. They stood there dumbfounded, staring at Sanchi Kentaro as if they were looking at a madman.

Several seconds later, the men couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing, bending over with laughter.

Good heavens, where did this idiot come from?

Does this idiot even know what he's saying?

Kill the Hero?

How many lives do you have?

Even the Thirteenth Prince could only curse and grumble behind his back, shouting that he would send troops to raze the Hero's Palace, but in reality he dared not do anything. He would be extremely polite to the clergy of the Holy Church, let alone the women in the Hero's Palace.

What he said was one thing, but His Highness the Thirteenth Prince knew very well that the Hero was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Even His Highness the Prince can't afford to offend someone like you, some ugly, nouveau riche bumpkin who appeared out of nowhere, dares to say he wants to kill the Hero?

The unbridled mockery silenced Sanchi Kentaro for two seconds.

A cold, sinister light flickered within his small eyes.

The next second, the leading man felt a strong smell of blood hit him, and the laughter of his companions around him came to an abrupt halt.

An indescribable fear suddenly swept over him, and an inexplicable chill made him tremble uncontrollably, his skin covered in goosebumps.

His throat moved unconsciously as he swallowed.

His body seemed to be locked and suppressed by some invisible force, unable to move at all. Only his eyeballs could move back and forth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his four subordinates beside him, each of them stiff and motionless on the ground.

A few seconds later, with a series of thuds, all four henchmen collapsed to the ground, convulsing nervously.

A scarlet gash ran down his neck, and blood was gushing out from the crack.

The sight caused the man's pupils to contract sharply, and his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. The intense fear made him want to scream and wail, but his throat felt as if it were blocked by something sticky, and he couldn't make a sound.

What happened?

How did this man do that?

He didn't even see the man's movements clearly before his four companions had already been killed.

Call...

Sanchi Kentaro let out a long sigh, a hint of reluctance and pity appearing on his face. He even bowed to the four corpses on the ground. "I am deeply sorry for killing you."

Then, his gaze returned to the soldier leader opposite him, a gentle and polite smile appearing on his face, "So, sir, can you now tell me where the Hero lives?"

The soldiers' leader felt the pressure on his neck suddenly ease.

With immense willpower, he suppressed the urge to scream and said in a hoarse voice, "Follow this road forward, turn left at the third intersection. The most luxurious building at the border between the Commoners' District' and Nobles' District is the Hero's Palace."

Even though the Hero had just saved the world, the soldier still betrayed Hero without hesitation.

After all, the man in front of them was simply too terrifying.

If I don't answer honestly, I might die right here.

Sanchi Kentaro's face immediately broke into a bright smile, and he bowed to the man in front of him with what he thought was elegance, "Thank you for your help. You are truly an elegant gentleman."

He was very polite, and even after arriving in another world and a hundred years had passed, this politeness remained unchanged.

After thanking the soldier leader again, Sanchi Kentaro left in the direction the soldier leader had indicated.

Behind him, the man's body gradually went limp and collapsed to the ground.

His body was convulsing nervously, as if he were enduring immense, unimaginable pain. His face was contorted in agony, his eyes were bloodshot, and all the blood vessels in his body had burst, with blood streaming from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

This pain will last for a considerable period of time, until the man's blood can no longer sustain his Fate, at which point he will die.