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Even if a materialized soul is damaged, it will gradually recover.
There is no situation where soul damage is instantly fatal.
Only damage that is irrecoverable-strong enough on a causal level-can permanently destroy a soul and prevent recovery.
As for the side effect of increased charm, something that hovered between advantage and drawback, Hiro chose to remain silent.
The immortality most desired by humans.
The eternal youth most desired by women.
They were obtained far too easily.
As this thought surfaced in Lucrezia's mind-
Boom!
Accompanied by a massive roar, the floor and the bed beneath her shook violently twice, like the onset of an earthquake.
"It seems it's time for me to make an appearance."
Glancing at the torrential rain outside the window, Hiro silently stood up, put on his clothes, picked up the Prometheus' Secret Tome from the side, and walked toward the room's main door.
Seeing this, Lucrezia hurriedly spoke.
"My Lord, are you going to slay the God and become a Campione?"
"Yes, I'm going to kill the God," Hiro replied calmly as he turned back to look at her.
"But I have no intention of becoming a Campione."
"Then, my Lord, the knowledge in my mind should be useful to you. Please use it."
As she said this, Lucrezia opened her arms toward him, her meaning unmistakable.
I'm not a Campione.
Even without physical contact, the form of 'instruction' should still work.
Besides, if I really needed it, doing it myself would be faster.
Hiro didn't say anything that would ruin the atmosphere. He simply nodded and quietly stepped back a few paces.
"Lord Hiro, breakfast is ready."
The moment he stepped out of the room, he saw the silver-haired maid who had been waiting near the door for an unknown length of time.
"Breakfast can wait."
Listening to the increasingly distant rumbling footsteps, Hiro glanced at Grayfia's calm, unmoving face and felt a flicker of curiosity.
"Grayfia, a Heretic God just passed by. As a Campione, didn't you feel anything unusual?"
If the system-produced item truly eliminated the side effect of mental influence, then perhaps becoming a Campione could be placed on his agenda.
"Yes, but it wasn't serious."
Grayfia's answer immediately dispelled the thought.
"...Forget it."
"Grayfia, stay here and wait for me. Take care of Lucrezia-she's temporarily unwell."
"Yes."
Lucrezia Zola. A human witch.
Although she's the first one I've encountered... which number mistress does that make her for me?
Grayfia quietly pondered this as she watched Hiro's figure disappear.
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Flying through the storm, Hiro caught up to the girl knight standing atop the car in less than a minute.
"Yo, Erica. Want to slay a God?"
Using Magecraft to keep pace on the car's right side, Hiro isolated himself from the rain and greeted the visibly startled Erica.
"Slay a God?"
"I'm not that foolish. I only want to persuade those two Gods."
Catching the implication in his words, Erica glanced at him and offered some sincere advice.
"If you really want to slay a God, I suggest you give up now."
"They're not opponents humans can defeat."
"Don't think you're some lucky exception among seven billion people. Everyone who's had that idea is already dead."
"If your maid-who is a Lord-were to come, maybe there'd be a chance."
Only Gods and Campiones can defeat Heretic Gods.
This was common knowledge in the hidden world.
As for those "humans" who slay Gods, in a sense, they can no longer be considered human.
Because of yesterday's chaos, Erica knew nothing about the Prometheus' Secret Tome.
In her eyes, Hiro was simply an overconfident fool trying to imitate his maid and become a Campione.
He already had a Maou willing to serve him as a maid, yet he was still dissatisfied and wanted to abandon her to kill a God himself?
Did he really think a Heretic God was easy prey?
There has to be a limit to arrogance.
Though she didn't voice it, in Erica's view, Hiro's actions were nothing more than suicide.
"Believe it or not."
Hiro shrugged indifferently, listening to her thoughts, and landed steadily beside her.
"You don't mind giving me a ride, do you?"
The blonde knight glanced at him and didn't refuse.
"Be my guest."
Hiro wasn't hitching a ride out of laziness or to save magic power.
It was deliberate.
He was already infiltrating Melqart's consciousness-the Heretic God-while still unable to see or directly sense him.
To avoid detection by a God-King-level existence like Melqart, and to subtly guide the flow of his thoughts, there was no such thing as being too cautious.
For that, he needed full concentration.
Even with his current power, and with the Lucifer Divine Attribute, Mental Out Lv5 was countless times stronger than Shokuhou Misaki's original ability.
Still, applying it to a God was anything but easy.
If manipulating human thoughts before was like browsing an A4 sheet of paper with a multifunctional pen-able to edit or delete freely-
Then manipulating Melqart now was like carving on a clay tablet.
Any change required first filling the blanks, then engraving his will.
Of course, once a complete overwrite of Melqart's consciousness was achieved, the process would become as simple as dealing with an ordinary person.
If Hiro wanted, he could even make Melqart kill himself with his own weapon.
From behind the scenes, Hiro could sense that the greatest resistance didn't come from Melqart himself.
It came from something far more distant.
A vast spatial collective connected to his consciousness.
Is this the pantheon Melqart belongs to?
Or the collective of all mythologies in this world?
Hiro sensed the resistance, his tea-colored eyes showing none of Shokuhou Misaki's star patterns, and silently pondered.
As the vehicle advanced, Verethragna and Melqart-confronting each other in the distance-entered the trio's field of vision.
At the same moment-
Hiro completed the full manipulation of the God-King Melqart's will.
"Excellent."
"Although it's too late for Verethragna, at least this proves my method works."
Looking at the scene ahead, Hiro slightly curled his lips, his mood exceptionally good.
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