Although Hera and Zeus might still be in some corner of the world, Rod was too lazy to specifically go looking for them.
So, he directly used the system's ability to forcibly transfer all three of them.
Don't let the Empress's current arrogant and strong demeanor fool you; in reality, she still harbored a psychological shadow from fighting the Black Dragon.
Coupled with the fact that she basically couldn't level up in a short period, she simply took the initiative to accept the task of training new recruits.
While earning contribution points, she would also mentor the younger generation and adjust her mood.
However, for a completely healthy Chardo and Alfia to level up, it was as simple as taking a stroll in the Dungeon.
A healthy Alfia at Lv.7, Regina could barely suppress with her stats.
But once she reached Lv.8, Regina would be no match for her at all.
At this moment, Lina, with her unique thought process, suddenly asked curiously.
"Since that companion will soon become stronger than you, will we have to change instructors after that?"
"After all, the strongest can teach us better."
Hiss—
Aisha shivered at the words, quickly pulling Samira and rolling neatly to the corner, away from this fearless idiot.
Lina's five-meter radius instantly cleared.
She herself still didn't understand the situation, tilting her head.
"Why are you all so far away? Am I wrong?"
She mumbled a few words in confusion, and when she turned her head, she saw a pair of long, straight legs in front of her.
Looking further up, she saw Regina's incredibly "kind" smiling face.
"..."
So after Lina once again nearly ascended to heaven with stars in her eyes, three medical personnel hurriedly and frantically gave her emergency treatment at maximum power.
The other trembling Amazonians directly pretended not to know her.
This wasn't exactly selling out a teammate.
After all, the Empress was also an Amazon, so this counted as an internal conflict!
However, Regina eventually answered her question.
"You would still have a glimmer of hope fighting me, but if you were to face her... you would completely collapse."
Especially now, a healthy Alfia, just standing there, was enough to make a group of adventurers lose their will to progress.
The ruthless and cruel remarks plunged all the girls into silence.
Anakitty clenched her fists, asking unwillingly.
"But we have the Prayer System now, even with that, can we not fight her?"
Regina gave a self-deprecating smile, shattering the girls' last shred of hope.
"Even with the help of that extraordinary thing, you might be able to surpass me, but you will never be her."
"So, don't set her as your goal; that will only bring you pain and nothing else."
Theoretically, the Prayer System could also exchange for Alfia's ultimate talent, which had no negative effects.
But there was a problem here.
By the time you painstakingly accumulated enough points to exchange for that ability, Alfia would have already reached an unreachable pinnacle.
Even if we disregard the first-mover advantage.
A talent that can quickly master all abilities, combined with a system that can exchange for all abilities.
This could create a monster that would astound even the gods.
Today was only the first day, and Regina did not continue to torment them.
After the girls recovered, Regina had them practice their combat techniques in front of her, then pointed out their shortcomings one by one using her extensive combat experience.
"Overall, your foundations are too weak! From today onwards, all of you will undergo hellish training according to my arrangements!"
The girls made bitter faces, but no one complained.
However, the elf Xifen's eyes darted around, and she suddenly raised her hand high.
"Report, Instructor, actually, besides us, there's another group of girls approved by Lord Rod."
"Although they are not members of our Familia, they are reliable allies, possess righteous and noble hearts, and their talent is even above ours!"
The girls immediately understood Xifen's intention.
She felt her own life was too hard and decided to drag others down with her.
Although the girls all secretly complained in their hearts, they all secretly gave her a thumbs-up.
—You did well!
Regina couldn't hide the thoughts of these little girls, but she did indeed feel a hint of curiosity.
"Which Familia are they from?"
Xifen forcefully suppressed the corners of her mouth, which were harder to hold back than when casting an ultra-long incantation, and said impatiently.
"They are the Star Maidens of Astrea Familia!"
Regina narrowed her eyes slightly.
"A Familia of justice, huh."
Soon, a curve appeared on her lips, revealing a dangerous smile.
"Good. Then let them come over tomorrow."
The girls almost cheered at the news.
After the morning's martial arts training, it was the theoretical course on professional knowledge.
And all the girls had to attend this course.
The red-haired wolfkin Rose held a stack of booklets in her hands, her fluffy tail wrapped around the lesson plan, as she stood on the podium.
Looking at the girls sitting upright and attentively watching her, she felt a moment of nervousness but then a sense of excitement.
Being a teacher to these lovely girls... wasn't so bad after all...
She (acdi) cleared her throat, her fiery red tail wrapped around the lesson plan, and slapped it on the table with a "thwack."
"Ahem! We've already introduced ourselves, so I won't say more."
"As you all know, I used to be a Guild staff member. So I will use my knowledge to help you deal with the monsters in the Dungeon more accurately."
For adventurers, the difference between having and not having information is simply too great.
Originally, the Astrea Familia was wiped out by Zaganaut's group because they completely misunderstood the enemy's characteristics.
If they had had information, it wouldn't have been a problem to at least take down the enemy, even if they couldn't guarantee no casualties.
Rose thought of the Empress who had somehow been 'kidnapped' by her boss, and her expression was subtle.
Perhaps the Dungeon information that the current Guild Advisor Miss possesses isn't even as much as what we, the Hestia Familia, have.
If it weren't for the fact that the rest of the Hera Familia seemed to be temporarily unable to wake up for some reason, they would probably dare to call themselves Orario's largest Familia right now.
In a secret room in an artificial labyrinth.
"I don't understand why everyone is talking about Vira's downfall, as if the impending war will be disastrous for us."
Erebus, with his fingertips intertwined, sat on his throne, narrowing his eyes.
"Five years ago, I embarked on a journey from the shadows of Orario, beginning the plan to overthrow the Labyrinth City, uniting the Dark Faction."
"Wherever our cadres went, Familia members welcomed us with open arms. It truly was the right time; that vibrant, thriving atmosphere is still vivid in my mind."
"In just a few short days, has Orario really become our burial ground?"
Seeing the eyes that seemed to peer into the depths of his own—the Abyss's Darkness—Olivarus was overwhelmed by the Evil God's aura, as if being devoured.
The white-haired demon secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead and lowered his head, saying,
"But those two great individuals suddenly announced their withdrawal from the plan yesterday, and we haven't been able to contact them since."
"There are even rumors that... someone saw them near the Hestia Familia."
"Without them... how can we contend with the Loki Familia and the Freya Familia? Let alone turn against them..."
Erebus appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly, he was also somewhat shaken.
The two heroes' breach of contract was absolutely not part of his calculations.
In fact, the Great Conflict plan itself was born only on the premise of their agreement to participate!
At this moment, he genuinely felt like cursing.
Now that the arrow was on the string, it had to be fired. Even if they broke their promise, he himself had no way out.
Jara, the Cat Person, trembled before the awe-inspiring divine power, but also couldn't help but say,
"If those two great individuals aren't there to hold the line, my Lord God Rudra would probably consider withdrawing from the alliance."
Erebus narrowed his eyes at the words.
"Then what are the thoughts of your Familia members?"
Jara clenched his fists with a pained expression, saying angrily,
"Those guys are fair-weather friends... they all claim loyalty, but when there's trouble, they're too busy!"
Erebus's lips curved into a sadistic smile at the words, and he looked at the two beautiful elves, each draped in a black and white cloak, beside him.
"Rudra's Beast Tamers are essential to our plan. I trouble you to make them face reality, the Dis Sisters."
The Dis Sisters were a pair of seemingly innocent young elves, yet their appearance carried an irresistible allure.
The older sister, Dina, was a White Elf, with soft, fair skin, as flawless as carved ivory, exuding a natural sense of purity, and golden hair like wheat waves under the morning sun.
The younger sister, Vina, was a Dark Elf, with beautiful brown skin, possessing a forbidden beauty that was impossible to refuse, and long silver hair like thin frost scattered across the night sky by moonlight.
The sisters were well-proportioned and petite, standing about 150 centimeters tall, with childlike innocence in their figures and faces, yet their eyes and movements were full of mature female allure.
They wore elaborate long dresses, as if they were noblewomen attending a banquet, with metal ornaments and tassels gently swaying at their waists.
Their long hair was tied into two playful pigtails, adding a touch of childlike innocence.
On their cheeks, each had a teardrop-shaped tattoo: Dina's tattoo was on the left, and Vina's was on the right.
"Those deserters should just have their limbs chopped off and fed to monsters, Big Sister Dina~"
The two held hands, giggling with voices like pure fairies.
"Well, that's a good idea, Vina~"
Erebus declared unilaterally with an overbearing attitude.
"Not yet. I said they must live until the plan is completed."
The Dis Sisters intertwined their fingers, dancing like children, revealing innocent smiles.
"It can't be helped, the Great Evil God said so."
"But it'll be fine after the plan is completed, Big Sister Dina~"
"Hehehe, that's assuming we live until then."
"Before that, I want to turn that guy I hate (love most) into a cute doll and bury him with me."
"I also fancy that guy I love, love, love (want to mess up and kill) to the extent of being buried in a sea of fire with him~"
"Hehe, Big Sister, really! You always have to snatch my toys."
"Oh my, I can't help it, he's my darling too~"
Jara felt a chill down his spine, cold sweat unknowingly streaming, and subtly shifted his feet, moving away from this pair of extremely mentally abnormal sisters.
As the captains of the Alecto Familia, they were also the most famous cadres in the Dark Faction. Besides their stunning beauty, they were known for their bizarre and cruel killing methods, as well as their utterly uncommunicative mental state.
Having deviated from the noble principles of the elven race and embarked on an evil path, even their colleagues in the Dark Faction kept their distance and were disgusted by them.
In response, Erebus showed no signs of disgust. A hint of undetectable pity and sigh flashed deep in his eyes, then quickly vanished.
He turned his gaze to the burly Beastman on the other side.
"The original twelve Spirit Soldiers are far from enough. I need you to cultivate as many as possible; the number... must at least double."
The male, just entering old age, with a beard and dressed in a black and purple priestly robe, widened his cloudy crimson eyes.
"Your will does not conflict with the divine will of my Goddess Apathe. We also wish to change this corrupt world with 'Injustice'."
"But... in that case, the warriors and spirits available for experimentation would be far from enough."
The Spirit Soldiers were their trump card, painstakingly created through repeated fusion experiments and Dungeon reinforcement expeditions.
Ignoring the wailing cries of the spirits and subduing the frantically struggling warriors was how this crooked combat power was forged.
Every Spirit Soldier could reach Lv. 5!
But this was no easy feat.
The initial forty-two spirits and thirty-four warriors underwent a cruel, 'survival of the fittest' selection process, ultimately yielding twelve qualified soldiers.
Erebus was silent for a moment, then his lips curved into the smile of a cruel predator.
"I will find a way to capture the spirits; the warriors are up to you to handle."
Basram shook the tin staff in his hand, his face showing ecstasy.
"As long as there are enough spirits, we will surely be able to slay the righteous and conquer the Hero's City with the doctrines of the Unjust Apathe!"
Erebus's eyes narrowed into an arc, without a trace of joy.
If it was just this, these arrangements were still far from enough to restrain Orario's top-tier warriors.
He thought of that black desert.
Although he really didn't want to take the risk of doing so, it now seemed that in order to guide the outcome towards the ideal future, this was the only way.
"As for those two... I won't give them a chance to interfere with our plan."
The cadres all lowered their heads, showing reverence and respect.
That being said, Erebus's heart still held an lingering shadow.
Chardo, Alfia.
You, whose days were numbered, had already prepared for sacrifice. How exactly were you persuaded to turn against us?
This one point, he simply couldn't understand.
Rod... that guy who repeatedly does things even gods find hard to comprehend, truly must be eliminated.
Evening.
At the entrance of Babel.
Rod was accompanying Hestia, waiting for Metria and Alfia to return from their adventure.
However, rather than Hestia being concerned about the new members of her Familia, it was more that she wanted to use this opportunity to secretly go on a date with Rod.
Her happy expression as she ate cotton candy made that clear.
"Rod~ How wonderful it would be if every day were like this, without all those messy ladies coming to bother us!"
Hestia took a big bite of cotton candy, and though what she ate was sweet, her words were sour.
Rod found it amusing.
This goddess was intermittently broad-minded and continuously whiny and jealous.
Especially now that she wasn't burdened by huge debts like in the original story, needing to work every day, she had no chance to overthink things.
But he also had a way to handle her.
"If that's the case, then how will you win your bet with Loki?"
Sure enough, when Hestia heard this, her little face instantly drooped, and she became conflicted.
"Ah, this... I want to be alone with Rod, but I also want to win against that Flat Chest..."
Just as she was frowning and muttering softly, a slightly annoyed voice sounded from behind her.
"Hey, shorty, who are you calling Flat Chest?!"
Hestia's twin tails shot up like radar, and she instantly became full of momentum.
Without even turning to identify the direction, her body had already lunged forward.
Bang—
The foreheads of the two goddesses met with a heavy thud.
They both gritted their teeth, faces flushed, neither willing to give an inch.
Hestia sneered, taunting,
"Dead Flat Chest, have you forgotten your last defeat so quickly?"
Loki's momentum faltered, and she quickly pushed Hestia back with renewed force.
"Ugh—I was just too careless last time! And a hero doesn't boast about past glories, don't you know that?"
"I'm no hero! I'll savor your defeat for a lifetime!"
"Hmph, too bad for you, I'll win the bet very soon."
Loki immediately regained her composure.
"We've recruited a lot of new Familia members, you know. Just lament the ever-growing gap between us!"