Through the firelight burning against the crumbling wall, a figure stood there, clothes in disarray, yet his spirit blazing brighter than the flames themselves.
Under the dim glow reflected off the raging fire and the lava melting and rolling on the ground, Dionysus could clearly see the visitor's face.
Even though, from that viciously mocking tone, both gods already knew who it was…
Only upon seeing it with his own eyes did something inside Dionysus truly shatter.
His entire expression twisted, distorted, frenzied, insane!
This time, it wasn't hatred toward the lower world, nor toward life itself…
It was hatred toward that bastard!
"AAAA YOU BASTARD!!!!!"
"FRO-N!"
"AR-GO-N!"
The moment he saw Fron appear before him, and from that direction, everything hidden behind that wall…
Combined with the blast that tore through half the floor…
All of it announced loud and clear:
Even if Dionysus had lost his "Fallen Spirits," he still hadn't panicked, because he had a trump card.
And now, that card had been completely destroyed by this man!
That massive shot, enough to rival a Level 8's overwhelming attack power and penetration.
Even his carefully-prepared trump card couldn't endure it.
And with Fron standing here unharmed, it meant only one thing:
The perfect trump card that Dionysus spent countless years crafting was completely ruined by this man barging in.
The male god no longer showed the calm, breezy attitude he had earlier when facing Loki. His expression twisted hideously, bloodshot eyes locked on Fron like he wanted to devour him.
Yet Fron didn't flinch at all before the god's pressure.
Rules were rules. They existed to restrain gods who descended to the lower world.
If a god tried to lay a hand on a mortal like him… Even if Dionysus was cornered to this extent, it still wouldn't be allowed.
Perhaps the very moment he even thought about attacking… The fundamental laws of the world would instantly activate and punish him.
That was why Fron had the confidence to stand here. Not to mention, Loki was beside him.
With her present, even if Dionysus fell into madness, he had no courage to drag Fron down with him. Did he think Loki's infamous name was just for show?
No one knew how many gods had died under Loki's manipulations, bleeding endlessly, falling one after another…
Yes, gods were "transcendent beings" born from heaven and earth. Even if they died, they simply entered a period of void before reviving.
Whether ten thousand years or a hundred million years passed, they would eventually return.
Because of that, their long existence drove them into boredom, even warping their mentality.
To be fair, in an endless cycle of loneliness and boredom, could humans perform much better than gods?
Not losing their sanity was already proof of incredible mental fortitude.
Because he understood this, Fron didn't mock Dionysus , or any "fun-loving" gods. If anything, he was extra careful.
Under the erosion of endless empty time, not going insane was impressive.
And someone like Dionysus, who yearned for madness, chaos, distortion, who was filled only with darkness. In Fron's eyes, that almost made him seem normal.
"Fron, what was that just now?"
"Ah, besides the six 'Spirit Pillars,' that guy prepared a seventh one, a 'bomb' parasitizing a evil dragon.
"Once it was filled with magic, it swelled into a fat lump with no ability to resist."
"But if the magic inside exploded…Its power might not be far from the technique of the 'Ring Spell.'"
Hearing this, Loki's expression instantly turned terrifyingly dark. She glared coldly at Dionysus, whose sanity had shattered because of Fron's interference.
"This bastard… one trap after another. I didn't expect he even had this kind of trump card. No wonder. When his identity was exposed and each unit had already destroyed the 'Spirit Pillars' one by one. He still wasn't worried at all. I always felt something was off , so this was his final hand. Damn, we almost fell for it!"
If Fron hadn't seen through the scheme, if Dionysus had succeeded, Loki shuddered deeply. She didn't dare imagine what the final outcome would have been.
Suppressing her inner delight and excitement from victory, Loki's eyes turned icy cold as she stared at the stupefied Dionysus, full of malicious intent.
"Now… it's time to settle things. You sick freak."
Crack…
Her clenched fists made a chorus of bones creaking. Even Fron felt a little sorry for him.
Dionysus being beaten by Loki, might actually be the best possible end.
Think about it, for a proud god like Dionysus, this humiliation was far worse than death, and even worse than being sent back to Tenkai.
His entire plan had collapsed. He had become a clown among the gods, and from now on might even become their favorite tea-time gossip.
That shame… would linger forever. Gods did not perceive time like humans.
…
While Fron finished dealing with the evil dragon.
The "pillars" located in the various "rooms" also collapsed one after another under the assault of the units.
Thanks to Fron's earlier efforts, the pressure had been greatly reduced, and they finally had room to counterattack.
Otherwise, even betting their lives wouldn't have been enough to win!
"We won!"
"We won!"
"Finally!!"
Adventurers lay sprawled all over the ground, raising fists and weapons, cheering wildly.
Finn, Riveria, Gareth, Tione, Tiona, Bete, smiles appeared on all of their faces.
"Hah… is it finally over, phew."
Finn took a deep breath of relief.
"Yeah, we won. All thanks to Fron. If he hadn't broken a corner of the technique first and opened a flaw, our chances would've been slim."
"Ahh, plans never keep up with changes. Right , Riveria, how are Lefiya and the others?"
"..."
Riveria fell silent for a moment before answering.
"They're fine. No danger to their lives."