Hill had no idea how the gods of Toril planned to deal with the Mulhorandi Pantheon.
He had already made up his mind that the moment the World Gate opened, he would leave this troublesome place at once.
If he had not kept a clear head this time... if Falan had not been staying there all along, Hill would never have wanted his actions to affect his grandfather, who dreamed of traveling across the Multiverse. There had been several times when he had nearly stepped in.
Especially when Rose had charged all the way to the outskirts of Aglaia City... As the lord of Aglaia City, stepping forward to stop an evil force that was affecting his city would have been perfectly normal.
But Hill had gradually come to understand that once you became enemies with the evil forces of Toril... even if they struck first, as long as you responded, it would never end.
Logically speaking, that sort of mutual hatred and conflict between two sides should not have mattered.
But what if, during one battle, he injured some random passerby who insisted on cutting through the battlefield as a shortcut?
There had been similar incidents in Toril's epic tales.
It would clearly be a battlefield where someone was fighting a dragon, with not even a fly within a hundred miles, yet somehow a beautiful young woman would appear and get punched half to death.
Maybe those heroes enjoyed that happy life of ambition in their hearts and beauties in their arms, but Hill could not accept it... If he really liked peerless beauties with no thoughts of their own, made entirely to suit his preferences, did he not have hands?
His modeling had always been excellent. Whenever he uploaded his work online, people came to buy the files...