Miss Sirin was very confused.
This wasn't just ordinary confusion.
A short while ago, she and her lover were in a forest, opening supply chests and teasing each other about their luck.
If nothing had gone wrong, the next step would most likely have been to pack their things, head to Los Angeles in the Lighthouse Country to find Ana, and then all go out for hot pot and karaoke together.
But—
A deviation had occurred.
Some god had popped out of nowhere.
Then, for some inexplicable reason, he had decided to bestow a "trial" upon Ah-Li.
And after that, the fight began.
Miss Sirin had originally wanted to jump in and fight alongside her lover.
However, Li Zihan chose to have her stand down.
The girl, who had absolute faith in her lover, naturally withdrew.
And then…
And then…
Miss Sirin stared at the mushroom cloud in the distance that still hadn't dispersed, her exquisite little face completely numb.
Ah-Li, what in the world did you do over there?
Just how do two people have to fight to produce a mushroom cloud?
Feeling as though a nuclear bomb had gone off in the place she had just been, Miss Sirin pursed her cherry-pink lips and decided to investigate.
With this thought, she extended her hand toward the space before her.
And then—
An orange-red, door-like void materialized.
For Sirin, the Herrscher of the Void, creating a spatial tunnel to an area she had previously visited was not difficult at all.
Just as she was about to step through it, the young man's voice sounded from behind her.
"No need, I'm here."
"Ah-Li, you're back?"
Instantly recognizing that certain someone's voice, the girl turned her head and looked over.
And then—
The young man with vibrant red eyes walked over, carrying a somewhat familiar-looking long spear and short sword.
Li Zihan was in a very good mood.
He had successfully passed the God-Slayer's rebirth ritual.
He had obtained the God-Slayer buff.
And, he had also successfully usurped a rather excellent Authority from the Heretical Big Dog's dad.
Though the Sun May Set Three Times.
Yes, the name was plagiarized from Nero.
It granted him three resurrections per day. Upon revival, all negative statuses would be cleared, and with each death, he would gain a twenty percent all-around boost.
In addition to that, there was the demonic spear Brionac and the demonic sword Fragarach.
These two Celtic treasures were not obtained through the usurpation of god-slaying.
During the battle with the Heretical Lugh, these two top-tier pieces of equipment had already been corrupted by the power of Erosion, and their ownership had been seized by Li Zihan.
Like loot dropping from a monster, these two divine artifacts were left behind after Lugh bit the dust.
He fought a monster and got a great new skill plus two pieces of divine equipment. This was clearly a fantastic outcome.
Therefore, Li Zihan's mood was quite good.
"Ah-Li, you won."
Seeing Li Zihan holding the demonic sword and spear that were clearly not his, Sirin naturally understood the outcome of the battle.
That guy who claimed to be Ah-Li's dad had even had his weapons stripped from him. It was obviously a crushing defeat.
"Yes, I won," said the young man, who had taken down that absurdly skilled god-king by relying on the Authorities of the Herrscher of Erosion and the Herrscher of Reason.
Then, his attention shifted to another matter.
"By the way, what did you get from the two chests you took earlier?"
Before the fight, Sirin had managed to grab the two unopened System apology chests.
Li Zihan was still a little curious as to what was inside them.
"Oh, you mean those two chests."
Miss Sirin, who had been greeted by two flashes of golden light the moment she opened them, casually pulled out a secret manual and something that looked like a skill book, tossing them to Li Zihan.
The first was a martial arts manual for Magnetic Field Rotation: Sea Tiger Destructive Fist. With enough practice, one could directly shatter planets with their fists.
The second was an ability, the Demonic Eyes of Distortion. It could twist everything within one's line of sight into knots without consuming any energy.
One was a martial art that was a direct path to ultimate power, and the other was an ability that, with normal development, would be no weaker than the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
At a glance, you could tell these were things that an old African Chieftain like him would never get in his lifetime.
"They're decent enough, I guess."
Li Zihan, who had pulled the Solitary Nine Keys and a love potion from his chests, suddenly felt that the Authority he had seized from slaying a god wasn't so glamorous anymore.
Dammit, why can't HE ever get the good stuff?
Nevertheless, Li Zihan maintained a calm expression as he commented.
He wasn't jealous at all.
Really.
"The Demonic Eyes of Distortion, a very suitable skill for clearing out mobs (zero cost, large-scale AoE)."
"And Sea Tiger Destructive Fist is an alright thing to have (990,000 horsepower, one punch to wipe the surface)."
The young man, who was totally not salty, tossed the skill book for the Demonic Eyes of Distortion—which, according to the System, would grant the ability as soon as it was torn—to Sirin.
Then, he tossed the Sea Tiger Destructive Fist manual into his shadow.
Sea Tiger Destructive Fist required the power of magnetic fields as a catalyst. The best candidates to learn it were naturally Mei, the Herrscher of Thunder, and himself, who could simulate the Authority of the Herrscher of Thunder.
However, practicing this technique tended to cause significant changes to one's physique.
So, he didn't plan to start learning it right away.
He planned to take Mei to the Type-Moon world, find the Holy Grail, and wish for skills like Golden Rule (Body) or Manifestation of Beauty before they started their training.
"Right, Ah-Li, since you've already defeated that strange person, are we heading to Los Angeles next?" Miss Sirin asked, hugging the gift she had just received. She stared at her lover with her unique, heterochromatic eyes, knowing full well that Li Zihan would never leave Ana on her own.
"Of course," the young man said with a shrug, making it clear he intended to go to Los Angeles to find Ana.
As the tour guide and team captain, it was his duty to look after his teammates.
But—
Did Kevin, who had picked a fight with a Heretical God at the drop of a hat and won, or the High Immortal, whose martial prowess was still top-notch even without her full memories, really need him to look after them?
Naturally, he was going to Los Angeles to find Ana, not Kevin and the High Immortal.
"Then, are we leaving now?"
The girl, who roughly knew the location of Los Angeles, reached out and swiped her hand through the air.
A Gate of Void leading directly to Los Angeles opened up.
"Give me a few minutes."
Now a member of the God-Slayers, the young man had every right to claim a region as his own territory. A slight smile played on his lips.
He had no interest in being a king or a conqueror.
But—
He was very interested in a certain country that had a Heretical God backing it.
Before the girl's slightly astonished gaze, her lover casually commanded the "Sword of Vengeance," Fragarach, to carve his declaration into the earth.
"I am the slayer of Lugh, the King of the Far East."