Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

"If it weren't for this card, I wouldn't have wasted so much time on a nobody like you.

"You never deserved to sit at the same gambling table as me. Everything you've sacrificed everything to obtain—I could have gotten it with a snap of my fingers.

"Status, wealth, power—all of it. You simply couldn't offer the stakes I wanted."

Loren kicked Castio away, then turned his gaze to the man's bodyguards.

They kept their heads down, not daring to look at Loren.

"My whereabouts are a secret. You understand that, right?"

"We do..."

Hearing the bodyguards' response, Loren nodded in satisfaction:

"Good."

"Now only Castio remains here. What you do next is up to you."

With that, Loren tossed Violetta a handgun.

"..."

Violetta caught the pistol, her expression a tangled mess. She stared at Loren for a long moment, then opened the magazine, emptied all the bullets out, and slid a single round back in.

"If you can survive this, I'll let you go."

Castio opened his mouth to say something, but the gunshot had already rung out. The bullet pierced straight through his forehead.

His expression froze in that instant—mouth agape, eyes filled with sheer disbelief.

Loren could guess what he'd wanted to say. Something like: "That's an automatic pistol."

Having finally avenged herself, Violetta felt no joy. Instead, confusion and pain consumed her heart, so overwhelming that she couldn't help but break down and sob.

Loren walked over to her and handed her a torn piece of cloth.

He'd wanted to give her a handkerchief, but unfortunately, he didn't have one on him. He could only tear a bloodstained rag off a corpse.

"Actually, your revenge isn't over yet..."

Just as Violetta was crying, Loren suddenly spoke. She lifted her head and looked at him.

"The one who killed your friend wasn't Castio—it was this world.

"Even without Castio, the nobles behind him would have chosen another proxy. Even without those nobles, the Church would have propped up new ones. Even without this Church, the Orthodox Gods would have founded a new Church..."

The theory sounded absurd, but it could give Violetta a reason to keep living.

Even if she didn't believe it, she would force herself to.

"The Orthodox Gods are the root of all evil. Only by getting rid of them will this world ever change."

Loren could feel that after killing Castio, the hatred in Violetta's heart hadn't diminished. And with his guidance, that hatred was growing fiercer by the second.

"But what can I even do..."

"Ligoss, the God of Hatred. Remember that name."

Seeing that the hatred in Violetta's heart was starting to fade, Loren quickly spoke the God of Hatred's name.

"Ligoss, the God of Hatred..."

Violetta mechanically repeated it. Then, the next instant, she felt a surge of power flooding into her body. Thick black mist began to erupt from her.

In that split second, Violetta's body became an empty shell. Everything inside her was replaced by the black mist. From the stump of her severed wrist, more black mist gushed out, eventually condensing into a single tentacle.

"It seems the God of Hatred really likes you."

Seeing Violetta's transformed state, Loren nodded in satisfaction:

"You've now become a Divine Envoy of the God of Hatred. You're only one step away from becoming an Angel.

"Now you have power. Hatred is no longer just a distant fantasy. So begin your sacred revenge!"

Loren spread his arms wide and cheered, surrounded by corpses.

Notably, Veronica showed no fear at the sight of the dead bodies. She'd seen far too many corpses by now—she was completely numb to them, and didn't even find it strange anymore.

It was only then that Loren realized Veronica's perception was somewhat twisted. After all, no one had ever taught her otherwise.

"Master Mentor..."

Violetta lifted her head to look at Loren. Her eyes had changed too now—they had turned into two massive patches of black, with only a sliver of white showing.

Even more ghost-like.

"I can never repay your kindness..."

With that, Violetta kowtowed heavily to Loren several times. Her forehead was cracked open, but no blood spilled—only more black mist seeped out.

From this moment on, Violetta was no longer human.

"Say no more. As long as you can threaten the Orthodox Gods, that's the best repayment you can give me."

"Yes..."

Violetta stood up and acknowledged his words.

"Alright, I've wasted too much time here. Now that I've got the demon card, I'll be on my way."

Loren pulled out the demon card and showed Violetta the Inverted Cross pattern on its back:

"Remember this symbol. This kind of card is very useful to me. If you ever find others in the future, make sure to hand them over to me as soon as possible."

"Okay."

Violetta nodded, firmly committing it to memory.

"One more thing—if you get the chance, you might run into a guy named Noah. He has white hair and blue eyes, and he's a Divine Envoy of the Goddess of Love. Like you, he doesn't look much like a person. But still, he looks a bit more human than the Orthodox Gods' Divine Envoys."

Even with Loren saying this, Violetta had no objection. After all, Loren was telling the truth, and she didn't care about such things anyway.

"You can work with him. You two should have things to talk about."

Having said all that, Loren turned and left. He'd already wasted too much time here.

Still, in the time he'd spent, he'd managed to gather quite a bit of information. For instance, the war was still ongoing. The God of Light and Fire was simultaneously at war with the God of Freedom, the God of Dreams, and the God of Confusion—but they weren't allied. Each was fighting their own battle.

They had indeed obtained the Severance Ritual targeting the God of Light and Fire, but it was mostly useless. After all, the God of Light and Fire wielded two authorities.

If they stripped away Light, the Fire Angels stepped in. If they stripped away Fire, the Angels of Light stepped in.

Under these circumstances, the God of Light and Fire was holding his own against three opponents—a near stalemate. And that was even after Loren had already dealt a major blow to Him earlier.

"Looks like I need to pull another stunt..."

After leaving the casino, Loren flew into the air with Veronica. It was Veronica's first time flying, and she excitedly wrapped her arms around Loren's neck.

"Veronica, I need your help."

Loren had come up with a crazy idea. Pitting a mortal body against the Orthodox Gods was still far too difficult. He'd faced the God of Light and Fire head-on before, and even back then, with the Swan Song's effects still active, he'd been utterly powerless against Him.

If he were ambushed, he wouldn't even have time to perform the Severance Ritual...

So, Loren planned to ascend to godhood.

The gods had stolen their authorities, binding themselves to those powers through people's faith, and thus became false gods.

Now, Loren had the authority. And he could also obtain the faith.

"What do you need me to do?"

Veronica looked innocently into Loren's eyes and spoke.

"I'll tell you a secret. I am actually a god.

"You can call me the Perpetual Observer. I am the God of Truth, Reason, Order, Mundanity, Eternity, and Continuation."

The moment he finished speaking, Loren felt his eyes change.

Judging by Veronica's expression, she believed every word he said without a shred of doubt.

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