Victor woke up with his back on the beach and heard the sound of water and waves.
He stood up again, his wounds bandaged and his armor completely repaired. After a cursory look at his surroundings, he was teleported to a beach in Prydenia, perhaps only a few miles away from the site of the final battle. The V&V armies took over the skies, driving away the last remnants of Odius's army.
It took Victor a few minutes to regain his composure and remember what had just happened. He remembers fighting Odius in Valhalla, being revived by a giant monster, and then
The dragon roared in triumph in the sky, and the sky was a sea of fire. Victor looked up and saw it.
A new dragon-shaped constellation appeared in the sky; the blazing stars formed a familiar crown pattern, announcing the birth of a new god for all to see.
Victor finally understood the reality.
They won.
The battle is over.
Fankle is gone.
Congratulations! You earned three levels in [Moriarty] by tricking Mel Odius and helping your master defeat her with an evil plan! You earned the [True Crime Profiler] career privilege!
+30 hp, +20 sp, +3 st
, +2 vit, +3 ski, +3 agi, +6 i
t, +3 cha, +3 lack!
[True Crime Profiler]: On a successful intelligence check, you can perfectly profile a victim you occasionally know. You can always tell when they are lying to you, and even when they use magic to disguise their intentions, you can predict their actions with a high degree of success. Plus, you'll instantly learn a hard fact about your goals.
You have earned the personal benefit [claimed by Sabra]! By being claimed by the entire pantheon, you have also earned the personal benefit [Pantheism]!
[Declared by Sabra]: When you level up, you have an additional 10% chance to gain increased strength or vitality. You are immune to all effects of [Time] and [Earth] except those caused by Sabra herself, and you no longer age.
[Pantheism]: You cannot be harmed by [Prayer] spells and divine powers, except those used by [God].
As if to emphasize that he was not dreaming, Victor felt an itch on the palm of his left hand. He took off his gauntlet and found a dragon-shaped mark on his skin.
You win [Vai
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Claim]: When you level up, you have an additional 10% chance of receiving an increase in Strength, Charisma, or Luck. Loot drop rates and your chances of finding treasure have been doubled.
thank you, friend.
The scene left a bittersweet feeling in Victor's mouth, reminding him that the future was on his own. After level three, he reached level 91 and still had a long way to go before becoming a god. But the Prime Minister made a promise and he will keep it.
A huge shadow passed over Death, bringing him back to reality.
"Vic!" With Gorinich's support, Kia Bekele landed directly in front of him and immediately climbed down the beach. The [Armor of Intrigue] she wears remains unscathed, and the power of her friendship protects her from any harm. "Vic, finally!"
"Master! Zime was delighted to see his rider again. Gorinich was terrified!"
"KIA?" Victor asked, realizing Aknapep's time had run out.
"I came as fast as I could!" the paladin said desperately, raising her sword, eager to fight. "Where is Odius? Where is she? Where is she?"
Ah, poor girl, Victor tried to beat around the bush, but there was no way. "She's dead."
"Is she dead?" Kia sounded both relieved and terrified. "Does dead mean immortal, or..."
"We defeated her, sealed her Doomsday Castle, and Vacker became a god" Victor pointed his scythe at the sky and the miracle his friend had created. "This is the end."
Once, one word completely destroyed Kia Bekele, pushing her into the abyss of tears and despair. After sinking as far as he could, the knight finally crawled back to normal through blood and tears.
Victor's words brought her back to the bottom of the well.
"I missed the final battle," the paladin said, his eyes vacant. "I missed the last battle."
"Kia, it's okay," Victo
Trying to comfort her, put a hand on her shoulder. "We'll find another one."
His words fell on deaf ears, and [Paladin] walked on her own on the beach, talking to herself as her emotions accumulated. Then, suddenly and without warning, they exploded.
"Beep!" Kia cursed loudly, her armor forcing her to mix family-friendly words with insults. "Ohana is family! Beep this armor! Beep!"
Before Victor could protest, Kia began to take off the [Conspiracy Armor] and threw it on the beach, her anger surpassing her humility. "Fuck the armor!" she shouted, "Fuck the lines! Beep 'em!"
"Golinich can sing a song to cheer her up." "Can Gorinich sing?"
"That's nice, but I don't think it's going to do anything," Victor said, as Kia kicked the cursed armor into the sea. It turned out that, protected by her magic, she was wearing black lingerie, but the vizier could see almost everything.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the exhaustion from these experiments, maybe it was just seeing this perfect Amazon body, but... well, he was distracted.
Kia and he were silent for a while, until an idea seemed to enter the [Paladin's] mind. "Victor," she stared into his eyes, her eyes filled with the last glimmer of hope for personal fulfillment.
"Kia," he looked at her, knowing that this was an opportunity that would never come again.
They said it at the same time.
"Do you want to fight/breed?"
The next day, in a camp built among the remains of Odeus' domain, the victors of the Pryden War held a grand summit. G
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The ake is chosen as the leading representative of the Dragon Clan and arbitrates debates in the same manner as the Dragon Clan Conclave. From the jambe to the egalitarian supreme leader, every participant has a say.
Victor promoted Julie to Mu
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The news from the Empress was brought to her, and Winkle's niece accepted the appointment gracefully and with many tears; however, with apparently no experience of "dragon imperialism", she more or less let Victor Do all the work. The Dragon Queen and the Grand Vizier sat around a stone table with the heads of state for hours, the constellation of Vaikr shining in the open sky above them.
Well, to be honest, Victor had done most of the work while Winkel was in charge. Now, since his niece is too young to rule, it's official. The fact that their former Dragon Emperor had become a god and given him an order only enhanced Victor's aura in the eyes of outsiders.
Eventually, Julie officially promoted Victor from grand vizier to regent. Archanapepe would be proud.
Winkle claimed some of his elite followers, and although he did not appear in person, his new divinity was evident. The dragon is probably busy adjusting to his new divinity and system management, leaving Victor to deal with matters in the mortal world.
Overall, the summit went better than Victor expected. When King Roland of Gadmani, his allies, and some violent dragons hope to end the previous threat for good, Victor, Julie, and G.
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ake managed to convince them to abandon outright genocide and agree to ensure a peaceful social transition. Back it up with force if necessary.
Preden would maintain its independence, and those who had aided the Allies during the war would gain power; despite the victory Congress built forts and sent ambassadors to ensure that no foul play was committed. The country will be demilitarized, its weapons arsenal destroyed, and Odius's main supporters put on trial on the mainland.
The V&V Empire will provide surviving fairies with moral soul medals, allowing them to develop souls and compassion. In exchange, these ancestors swore not to attack their neighbors and to pay war reparations as long as they were not disturbed.
Thus, for the first time since the beginning of human civilization, the Formors made peace with everyone else. It may take decades for their culture to change, but like Mu
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Same, Victo
Hopefully they can one day be neighbors of trade and peace.
Although Jolie kept her uncle's promise to ban cat eating in Empire, Kate Sith stopped short of outlawing cat eating across the continent. You can't win every time.
"We should do this more often, Breeder Victor," Grandlack declared, and Julie ratified the treaty. Kia exchanged her normal armor for [Conspiracy Armor] and stood guard next to the Queen, but as far away from Victo as possible
; Whenever their eyes met, she looked away in embarrassment.
"A secret meeting to solve our problems?" Victor asked Big Lake, who was still shocked by the [Paladin's] slap.
"Perhaps one day, the International Slaves Conclave's prestige will reach half of ours," Lao Long said thoughtfully. "Under the correct guidance of the dragon's moderators."
"My dream is to one day see minions take control of their own destiny," Julie said proudly, before handing the document to Jajambi. The Shark Man signs his name in his own blood for dramatic effect. "I swear, one day dragons and minions will treat each other as equals!"
"You're talking about soul magic, Grandpa," Victor said, the older maggot amused by Julie's revolutionary idea. "I have confirmation from a higher authority that it existed."
"If it does exist, then it can be relearned," said the Huntsman Princess. "I know where you are coming from, servant of Valkor. You believe this can be the basis for a long-lasting peace with the fairies."
"Peace through trade." Victor nodded.
Ge
ialissime watched the discussion but didn't really participate in it, so remains skeptical. "We live in strange times," he said. "We want to be friends with fairies, and dragons can die like minions."
"Have you reconsidered your position, young gentleman?" Grandpa asked his brother.
"I admit my faith has been shaken," Long said. "But what my cousin did, facing death and trying to win no matter what... was inspiring." Maybe that's not a bad way to live. "
"If you believe dragons can die, do you also think people can change?" Victor asked curiously.
"No," Long replied. "But I'm cautiously optimistic. We should at least try."
"This is what uncle wanted," Julie nodded.
"I'm sure he's proud of all of us," Grandlack responded, but immediately pushed his ecological agenda. "But he would be prouder if you took your breeding duties seriously, Keeper Dalton."
Victor sighed. Unfortunately, now that he was recognized as regent and unmarried, other heads of state were not so subtly approaching him for dynastic alliances. Until now, King Roland Gadmani had praised his niece's beauty and intelligence in every conversation he had with Victor. "I've had enough princess, Grandpa."
Although, it might help him brush [Fie
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…
Maybe when his current kids are old enough to go on scholarship.
Leaving Julie in Kia's care, Victor returned to camp to find many of his friends waiting for him. Malfoy, Julius, Buzz Jerry, Kobold Ranger, Rollo, Charlene, Allison, Nightmare Noick... He made all kinds of allies during his journey.
"Hello, handsome boy," the dryad said, smiling at his arrival. Meanwhile, Charlene takes the teapot that Aknapope sealed with Emperor Tarask; Jambe must have helped me retrieve it. "How about it?"
"We have world peace," Death declared. In the background, he noticed little James and his slime making friends with Gadmagnians, more or less modeled after the witch hut's people, shoving slime babies into human hands and gushing over their cuteness. Further back, the egalitarian dwarves preach the value of egalitarianism to their soldiers, encouraging them to overthrow the elven bourgeoisie.
Nothing fosters goodwill like fighting together.
"Is it true that you and Kia Bekele fought?" Charlene asked, raising her eyebrows. "That doesn't sound like peace."
"The Paladins cannot accept that their monopoly on healing magic is over." Joris shrugged. The ghoul sounded almost pleased at this unfortunate encounter.
Victor sighed, still wincing from the wound. "When the Paladin and the Necromancer spend too much time together, they start to get unprotected Charisma checks. When the Necromancer fails the Charisma test, despite all his ridiculous bonuses, it becomes It became an unprotected test of strength.”
Allison chuckled, clearly amused by the rejection. "It's not about the Charisma stat, Vic," she said wisely. "What matters is who you try it with. Some things are just meant to be."
Truth be told, while he had come to terms with having children—and even longed for them—Victor had enough women in his life. Managing multiple dysfunctional families, spending more time with Charlene, and potentially forming a dynastic alliance is already a challenge.
The Devil's Rake never thought he'd say that, but he didn't mind becoming friends this time either.
"Fu
ibo
Any news?" Victor asked everyone, worried about the weird lich.
"He hasn't been seen since the Battle of the Castle," Charlene said. "I doubt he survived, but Winkle's rise scared him off."
No wonder. As Winkle becomes the supreme god of Ortmund, the lich will be wary of him for the rest of his life.
"So, what's your plan, handsome?" Allison changed the subject.
"My plan is to stabilize the empire and build the Wankel Church after we clean up this mess." Without the greed of the red dragon and the company of his children, Victor has no reason to continue taking risks. He could focus on kingdom building, making sure the empire retained the lands it conquered, and settling the new world at his own country's pace. "We will establish institutions, promote international trade, build alliances, reorganize farmers, introduce compulsory education - "
"That's great," Charlene interrupted. "But I believe she was asking about your plans for what we should do now."
The vampire spoke as he looked at the assembled dragon army, whose hunger had turned the countryside into an empty pantry. By now they had enough war beasts and livestock to feed them, but they ate more in a day than the Gugu people ate in a year.
"Oh," Victor replied. "Well, we'll throw a feast to please our dragon allies, and then convince them to go back to sleep. Then we'll have to figure out how to survive the famine that follows."
Personally, the Prime Minister thinks dragon hunger could kill more people than nuclear weapons.
Thankfully, his friends focused more on the celebrations rather than the expected unfortunate consequences.
"I agree that celebration is in order," Alison said with a smile, happier than Victor had ever seen her. Avoiding nuclear annihilation and achieving world peace puts her in a good mood. "We won the war, Vankel is a god, and you came back alive. Just one of them is reason enough to party."
"Perhaps we could organize an immortal gladiator tournament?" Jules suggested. "It will bring glory to Va'quir, and it will bring glory to the undead."
"How about pitting gladiators against demonic beasts?" Malfy suggested. “Think PR.”
"Rolo has to deal with both of them!"
"Party!" Buzz Jelly jumped up. "Tramp fight! Tramp fight!"
"Chief Chief!" Pink Ranger jumped into position. "Can I ask you something? Can you tell me about your adventures with His Majesty?"
"Would you like to write a book about them?" Red Ranger asked her.
"The best and most accurate ever." The poet nodded. "His Holy Majesty's Holy Book"
Maybe Victor didn't earn godhood, but life there wasn't so bad.
Before Death could ask everyone to have a drink, a little devil's messenger rushed towards their direction. "Mr. Victor!" shouted the little devil. "It happened! It happened!"
Victor's eyes widened. "I have to go!"
He opened the door to the paradise of happiness as quickly as possible.
When Victor arrived, Isabel was already breastfeeding her daughter.
This sight immediately stunned the adventurer, for it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. His mistress sat on a king-size bed, naked, feeding a pale baby clad in purple silk. His demonic concubines were also present and may have assisted with the delivery, along with Gobrina. The goblin warlord was full of praise for the new half-demon.
"My dear," Isabel smiled at her companion, and the two kissed passionately.
"Vic, I'm so happy for you!" Gobrina said as she showed her friend an advanced gold-plated gun. "I brought her a gift so she can shoot the peasants from a distance. !”
"My dear," Isabelle said to the little baby in her hands, looking at the new arrival with her big blue eyes. This is your father. "
your father. Victor had to resist the urge to gush. "Your dad," he said. "I'm your dad, B
a
iña. "
"Dad..." the little half-demon said softly, already thinking of what to say. He blames the demon blood in her veins.
Victor screamed at the word. "Can I?" he asked his mother, giddy with anticipation.
"Yes." Isabel handed the child to him. "But be careful, we haven't thought of a backup yet."
"I will protect her like she's my own life," Victor replied, then carefully held the soft little baby in his arms.
This little thing in his hand is so light, yet so beautiful. Her skin is almost as pale as her mother's, although her eyes are human. In addition to these adorable features, she already has a patch of dark platinum blonde hair, antennae, and tiny orange wings; there is no doubt that his little princess will grow into someone as charming as her mother.
Time seemed frozen as Victor became pregnant with his second child, his heir and his light. He silently vowed that he would protect her from any harm and make sure she grew up in a better environment than he had.
Winkle gave him a chance to raise her. It won't be wasted.
"Dad," B
a
iña whispered.
"Really?" Victor smiled at his daughter, ready to fulfill her every wish.
"I want a pony!" she screamed. "From hell!"
"Whatever you want, honey." Victor said, kissing her forehead. "Whatever you want."
He had so much work to do, but the future had never seemed brighter.
