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  “RAAAAHHH!”

  “OOOOOHH!”

  “GRAAAAHH!”

  The rallying roars of all fas echoed at the same time as the War Games began. Orcs, Thralls, a people gave their loudest shouts and roars, and their ons rose into the sky, lifting upwards and downwards, a way to show their respect to their God of Battle and Bloodshed.

  Meanwhile, my fa remained silent; there was o scream or shout like monsters. Not even the loud cavemen said a word. Most of them had also grown pissed off that their foes brought little kids to fight, finding them dishonorable trash.

  “They brought children... dishonorable trash! Do they want children to fight? Monsters!” Fiery Hair was ferociously angry, her hair waving like fmes. “Bing Bing! What do?!”

  “Calm down, dear.” I patted her shoulders. “I’ll save the children; you take care of whatever gets closer. Those with weird, dark auras... kill them. The rest, just knock them out.”

  “Okay! Fiery Hair trusts Bing Bing!” She roared, her tattoos glowing brightly as her hands geed fmes. “PEOPLE! WE FIGHT!”

  “OOOHHH!”

  The cavemen cheered behind her as they charged forward first. The other three fas didn’t even bhting with one another, quickly rushing towards us.

  Well, several bastards instantly moved to kill the children, though. Weak and defenseless, they would be easy kills for their damned points.

  These children had no points themselves, though; if they get killed here, they ’t revive.

  And I ot let anybody touch children as long as I am here!

  “STOP.”

  With a mere word, I unleashed a shockwave of light aricity everywhere, all at once. Divine Photon Essence ing around the bodies of tless bastards arog them.

  “W-What is this? Uuaaaggh!”

  “Magic?! Is this magic- UGH?!”

  “W-Wait, I wasn’t…! AAAHH!”

  BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

  No mercy!

  Those bastards, who ever sidered killing a child?

  They deserve no mercy, even if they were not even from this world.

  Even if they weren’t cultists.

  NO MERCY!

  Their bodies exploded into tless pieces, and the childreerrified by the se of blood.

  “I’m sorry, but I had to do this; five me.”

  I spoke to them as they noticed the Photon essence ed around their bodies, creating protective barriers.

  I created over 150 barriers to protect all children within seds.

  It's nothing hard for me to do.

  The barriers were further reinforced as I fused my ic Relic Creation into the barriers.

  “Stay there, and wait… You’re safe now, I promise.”

  The children were fused, looking around at the bright barrier.

  “W-We’re saved?”

  “What… happened?”

  “Mommy?! Is that you?!”

  “I want my dad… Where is he?!”

  “Buaaaah!”

  Most of them were either asking for their family members .

  Poor, i souls.

  I shall bee your shield, forever and ever.

  I won’t let harm e to children ever again!

  Never… again…

  I swore back then that I had made an oath to the st person who ever cared for me genuinely.

  I promise that for as long as I lived, I would fight for every child I met and for every child I saw.

  And that I would never hesitate to punish those who would dare bring harm to them either.

  I promised that to you, Granny Zhi Hui.

  “Now that’s taken care of.”

  I moved at lightning speed. I incapacitated every warrior I met that wasn’t my target with a zapping strike of electricity and photon essence.

  ZAAP! ZAAP! ZAAP! ZAAP!

  Until finally, I found some of them.

  “YOU! How dare you incapacitate those warriors and protect those soldiers?! You dare go against od’s eai?!”

  There were roughly thirty cultists in front of me. Not all of them dared to participate, though; this was a rather small amount. There were perhaps sixty more, and nothing else. They were cowards who enjoyed watg the War Games, but not so much participating in them.

  “Eai?! And don’t call them soldiers! They were i children! None of them were ready to fight in a War Game, you sick monsters!”

  “Monsters, us?!” screamed one of them. “You’re the only monster here daring to threaten our culture!”

  “Your… culture?” I ughed. “Well, if your culture is about f i people unwilling to do things to fight and kill each other for a sick god’s eai... Then fuck your culture! e at me and die honorably! I’ll rip you apart piece by piece!”

  I was furious, and I couldn’t tain it anymore.

  “KILL THAT INSANE WOMAN!”

  They charged toward me with fury. Their levels varied between Level 1000 and 2500; they were not bad at all; they were fairly powerful beings, without a doubt.

  Yet so what?!

  The first man who stepped in front of me swung a giant hammer bzing with his magical aura—a giant, red-skinned orc.

  “Die, heretic!”

  CRASH!

  His hammer only struck my head, and then it gained tless cracks, shattering into pieces.

  “H-Huh? Wha…?!” His eyes were fused about what had happened.

  “Your pitiful hammer broke when it hit me…” I expio myself. “Do you uand now? How strong am I?”

  “Y-YOU…!”

  His fists rushed down, then.

  SLAP!

  I spped him with indignation and disgust.

  His entire body was torn to pieces by the intense force produced alone, exploding apart into tless muscle fibers, fragments of bones, and shredded internal ans.

  SPLAT!

  “You don’t even deserve me to use any teique against you; you don’t have the right to see my true power! Die like the pathetic flies you are!”

  They charged furiously even after seeing them, and I spped them, all of them, oer another as they came.

  SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

  Their bodies came undone in seds, exploding apart by the sheer force accumuted in the palms of my hands, capable of splitting whole tis.

  I didn’t even put that much forto them, yet they were still torn to pieces.

  “How weak and pathetic! Is this the strength of the cult of the barbarian god?! It seems your followers are all pieces of trash, just like you!” I roared at the bishop, who was still alive. “You’re his avatar, right?”

  “L-let me go! We uand! You’re strong!” he cried. "Please, we didn’t mean to-”

  “Don’t act like you’re sorry, you unfivable monster!”

  I pushed him down and stepped into his head.

  “Stop sullying my view.”

  CRASH!

  I crushed the green orc’s head and crushed it like watermelon, making his brains explode out of his broken skull, spttering into the grassnds.

  “Hahh… Hahh…”

  I looked around, seeing their bodies torn apart.

  Yet it wasn’t enough!

  My rage was unending.

  “Hah, and don’t think you revive afterward…”

  I smiled, grabbing their souls and waitiheir bodies.

  I uood how it worked; these points were actually tiny fragments of divinity.

  It kept their souls attached to their bodies as long as they died within the god’s domain, this etlefield.

  Ohe War Games ended, he would use some sort of healing magid fully heal their bodies, while the points, tiny divinity fragments, would return to him after pg the souls bato the bodies.

  An unending cycle of death ah on a battlefield of bloodshed and suffering. Without a doubt, this was all only strengthening that God.

  All these battles, all these deaths—they were only making him stronger with each War Game.

  “Your ability to revive will not save you from your true death!”

  I absorbed their points and divinity fragments and devoured them.

  After that, instead of shattering the souls themselves, I summoned a dimensional crack.

  “Demons of the Cursed Library, you’re free to eat the souls of everyone I or my friends kill.”

  A cute demon woman stepped out, petite i but exuding a tremendous amount of demonid cursed energies from her body.

  Her face was a beautiful blue mask, with long, silky bck hair and spiraling horns moving upwards, while the rest of her body revealed gray skin and bck scales c her.

  “You heard the boss, everyoime to feast.”

  She summoned all the demons avaible, roughly thirty of them; some looked angry, but none dared to disobey me now that she had led them.

  Apparently, Belze was a figure of respect for them.

  “We eat souls?!”

  “Really?!”

  “And these are so tasty-looking!”

  “Full of divinity, gryahahaha!”

  “Maybe you’re not too bad, boss!”

  Demons of all shapes and sizes surged from the dimensional crack, viciously taking away the souls of cultists and dev them. Belze took a couple herself, eating them as the souls screamed in agony.

  “You’re quite the generous boss, actually,” she said, smiling. “I thought you were a goody-two-shoes, but you’re up for some mischief, eh?”

  “These are all the souls of monsters undeserving of mercy,” I said. “Do whatever you want with them. Just obey my words, and you shall be rewarded with even more delieals, alright?”

  “Sure!” Belze nodded. “You heard her, brats! We better work for our food!”

  “YEAAAH!” they roared while ughing maliciously.

  I wasn’t too fond of cooperating with these creatures of evil, but if they were sealed and imprisoned by beings that were even more corrupt thahen it meant they probably were worse... or better.

  And I kind of liked Belze; she seemed like a good girl.

  “Do we offer you support? We curse and stuff,” she said.

  “Sure, just don’t kill those I don’t want to kill; you do that?” I asked. “If you ever dare disobey, the books where you e from will get burned.”

  “We get it, yeah! We’re your tracted demons anyway!” she ughed. “Let’s do it, fuckers!”

  “The’s go!”

  I charged forward, unleashing my electrifying attacks; any soldier that came close was electrocuted and knocked out instantly. The demht behind me covered for those I had not paid attention to, cursing them and making them drop almost dead.

  Sometimes they struck their heads very hard, making them almost bleed to death. They were brutal, but they obeyed my ands. Breaking a few bones in the process iving them brain damage by striking their heads wasn’t out of the question.

  As long as they don’t kill, yeah.

  “There!”

  I quickly sensed more of the participating cultists. They were gathering around the generals. All while my friends rushed tet them. I saw Urbosa ae rush to fight Leos, Mursha target that shadow man, and stly, Peperi aloo front Infernos.

  I wasn’t too sure about Peperina’s victory, so I kept a close eye on her and would assist her if she needed further help.

  But the rest? I was sure they would win.

  “You demons also seheir Auras, right?” I asked them. “Members of the Cult of the Barbarian God possess strange Auras packed with his malefic divinity; find them and kill them while I searore.”

  “Uood!” Belze said, spreading her wings out and flying into the skies. “Found a few!”

  She smiled, desding towards them while four other demons apanied her. She materialized a huge spear out of her own flesh and bones, which grew from her own arm, and then unleashed an attack.

  “W-What are those things?!” one of the cultists panicked.

  “D-Demons?!” The leader of their group screamed in horror.

  “Hello, my meals~!”

  Her spear pierced through their bodies within seds, impaling them tless times and spttering their blood, flesh, broken bones, and shredded internal ans everywhere.

  CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

  “More souls, yahoo!”

  “Gimme, gimme!”

  “Mine!”

  The demons rushed towards the floating souls, but Belze stopped them, pointing her spear at them.

  “Excuse me? I killed them; these souls are MINE,” she said. “If you want to eat more, kill the targets, got it? Don’t leee, bastards!”

  The demons panicked as they stepped back. Belze was good at showirength and not letting others take advantage of her, I see.

  She devoured the souls, feeling stronger.

  Well, the skill itself also felt stronger; by letting the demons grow, the Skill itself also grew stronger, and its unique energy also grew in power and quantity.

  This bd dark red energy, which seemed like a fusion of many evil energies, verged and is now flowing through my hands.

  “So this is Primordial Demonic Heaven Essence, huh?”

  “She’s there!”

  “Stop her!”

  “Kill her now!”

  Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by even more soldiers—not all of them were cultists.

  It looks like they quickly hired a lot of meraries, huh?

  “Enough pying around, woman.”

  And then, a tall orc stepped in, a hybrid between red and green orcs, whose skin was brown instead, with a few tattoo-like patches of green and red resembling fmes.

  He was over three meters tall, exuding an enormous quantity of Divinity from the Barbarian God, another Avatar, and a strong o that.

  “As one of the stro Avatars of od, I will not let you sully his battlefield anymore with your filthy righteousness!”

  He quickly summowo enormous swords, wielding them as he imbued them with green- and crimson-colored energies.

  “Hah? Good, I wao try out this new energy’s power anyway.”

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  Pach