Verethragna.
After hearing the God of Victory's name, Roland had guessed his identity.
As the foundation that allowed that chosen protagonist to become a Campione, he had left an extremely deep impression on Roland, who had been a reader at the time, in another way.
Unlike others of his kind, whose bizarre authorities formed their unique fighting styles, the protagonist of Campione had acquired no new authorities for a considerable time, yet had never fallen behind, no matter what enemy he fought.
The reason was simple: the authority Verethragna granted was far too comprehensive.
From basic attributes to immortality, and even applications in every kind of situation, it rivaled an alternative version of the Twelve Talismans, while its trump card, the Golden Sword, was especially effective on multiple levels.
Thus, Roland was determined to seize Verethragna's authority.
Seeing the determination on Roland's face, Verethragna nodded happily, then glanced at the ring on Roland's hand, which those around him had not entirely overlooked, and his expression turned subtle.
"No wonder I couldn't find that fellow despite searching the entire continent. I was wondering how someone so rowdy had become so quiet. So you were the cause of Boar's abnormal state?"
Roland nodded without a trace of guilt, showing no awareness that he had only just stolen someone else's incarnation.
"He was going to become part of me in the future anyway, so I simply took him in advance."
Hearing Roland's words, Verethragna's smile deepened, though it was unclear what had come to mind.
"Then I am truly honored... but judging by this, you seem to have grown into something similar to my brethren, yet fundamentally different."
After studying Roland carefully, Verethragna reached his conclusion. As a god, he easily saw through the essence Roland revealed on the surface.
"Darkness, karmic sin,