When the plot-skips players into the game world

That was the radiance that could twist everything back to its original form, lifting the curses.

It shone upon the Guardian, though it carried no heat.

But on the two giants, golden flames suddenly erupted—it burned swiftly as if cotton soaked in alcohol was set alight.

In just an instant, their visage became blurred, and their limbs were burned until only vague frames remained.

... A dispelling spell from the Path of Devotion?

The Guardian felt the light and murmured within his heart.

He felt heavy-hearted, reflecting on his own lack of composure, while also vigilantly watching his surroundings.

To think that an illusion had frightened him...no, more accurately, enraged him.

Despite the "Eye of Avalon" revealing the truth, he still experienced a moment of irrationality upon seeing Wolfram.

Rather than worrying about him having used some means to enter Glass Island, it was more about his own subconscious hope for Wolfram's return, longing for an opportunity to avenge past humiliations. This is why he had subconsciously denied the possibility of an illusion.

To think I needed Aiwass to remind me...

I am still too young, huh.

The Guardian, who had just turned a little over forty, thought bitterly.

And when the radiance had completely faded, the phantoms of the two giants also vanished without a trace.

Even the ongoing Rite of Banishment and the Rite of Draining Energy were dispelled by the Golden Butterfly.

—Yet strangely, with the loss of the two giants as their mainstays, the men in red robes neither fled nor showed fear.

Once the Guardian appeared, they stood motionless as if disconnected, immediately stationary like puppets. Stay connected via empire

And after the giants disappeared, they merely paused for an instant before uniformly beginning to cast spells on Aiwass.

All were rituals requiring materials and a great deal of time, none exceeding third Energy Level in terms of difficulty. And yet, their lethality was not low—if they hit Aiwass directly, probably after taking two hits, he would likely be on the brink of death.

... Mind Control Demon? Puppet Curse? Or a Snare Fiend?

Aiwass mused inwardly, roughly guessing that they were being controlled by the shorter of the two giants.

No wonder they obeyed orders so uniformly... and no wonder the deaths of those two giants did not trouble them at all.

They were merely cannon fodder meant to be used as batteries and mobile arrays.

—Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Cannon fodder can also yield experience.

As a group of fragile Mages, to first send out their protective demons to die in waves, and then to stand in place and cast—their faces practically asking for death, wasn't that suicidal?

If the Guardian were not there, then it would be understandable. After all, it would be difficult to retreat with demons, so it would be better to let them die, saving the materials and mana required for casting.

Having depleted the Legal Mage's mana and with the Inspector's combat ability worn down by two rounds of demons, they could fire another two volleys, and the people inside would be nearly wiped out.

The path of Transcendence with the advantage of a preemptive strike is incredibly terrifying.

And the sole high-ranking Transcendent, Director Taya, was utterly unable to resist the two giant phantoms—even if it was just one-tenth of their strength, they were still Berserk Giants of fifth Energy Level.

"May I leave the rest to you, Mr. George?"

Aiwass softly inquired, "I am somewhat... in the mood for killing."

Three deep red butterflies began to condense around him.

He was probably seeking an outlet for his rage.

The Guardian thought.

Although Aiwass was suppressing it very well, he had caught a glimpse of anger in Aiwass's tone and expression. He could also sense the real killing intent in Aiwass's words.

However, since the crisis was already averted, it was time to let Aiwass vent. Demon Scholars deserved death anyway.

It was like a thank you for reminding him to see through the illusion.

"Do as you wish."

The Guardian then tucked his long sword back at his waist and took out his pocket watch, identical to the national emblem of Avalon, and held it in his hand as he declared solemnly, "I will protect you—no spell will touch you, not in the slightest."

As he spoke, the pocket watch emitted a white light.

Even though it was nearing noon, that white light shone brighter than the daylight.

"That will do..."

Aiwass murmured softly, closing his eyes, his expression pained, "Thank you very much, Mr. George."

Inside, however, he was excited.

—I just played the sympathy card, and the boss agreed to help me farm experience!

I won't let any of them go then—

Aiwass resolved to use up all his fire attribute mana here, killing as many as he could.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Enveloped by the Shadow Demon, Lily had also appeared silently at the door of Drost's cell after helping Aiwass to kill the Demon Scholars inside the Supervisory Bureau.

Without devilish protection, Demon Scholars were so fragile.

They hadn't even cast protective rites for themselves... Lily didn't even let the Shadow Demon act, she simply used her Shadow Stealth ability, effortlessly killing them.

The time Aiwass could fight for her was limited, so Lily had to quickly accomplish her task.

—To kill her own biological father.

Her grey eyes gazed complexly at the fat, seal-like old man before her.

But the Shadow Demon spoke directly, with its deep and raspy voice, "Long time no see... Mr. Antlers."

"...Aleister?"

Upon hearing that voice, Drost immediately woke up.

He tried to look in that direction, but he couldn't see anything.