Roy's silhouette vanished rapidly into the night. He headed toward Daedalus Street, moving at the full speed of a Level 3, darting through dark alleyways. It took him two hours to travel from the North District to the Southeast District—a testament to Orario's sheer size.
Upon reaching the maze-like slums, Roy patted his cheeks. Showtime. This time, he was playing the role of a "Berserker" driven mad by his unrequited love for Goddess Freya.
Because of its unique environment, Daedalus Street was home to the dregs of Orario—the poor, the desperate, and adventurers with malicious hearts. When Roy stepped out of an alley wearing the Phantom Mask, his distorted, blurring form immediately caught people's attention. They rubbed their eyes, and upon realizing they weren't seeing things, they swallowed hard. What a creepy guy.
The cowardly adventurers and vagrants shrank back, but those with a ruthless streak approached the strange shadow with greed in their eyes. The figure was hunched over as if in despair.
"Where is the Benevolent Mistress pub?" Roy asked the surrounding adventurers.
Through the distortion of the mask, his voice sounded coarse, savage, and incredibly low, like the muttering of a madman. The bystanders exchanged looks. The pub was in the Northwest District, and they were in the Southeast—several districts apart. This man was definitely unhinged.
One man asked curiously, "What do you want with the Benevolent Mistress?"
At the mention of the pub, the "madman" became agitated. He screamed manically, "The Goddess! Goddess Freya is there!"
The sudden, high-pitched roar startled everyone, causing them to recoil several steps. It took them a moment to recover.
"He really is a lunatic." "Forget it. Pin him down! He must have special gear or a magic item on him!"
A dozen adventurers charged at Roy with greedy eyes. Against these Level 1 fodder, Roy made short work of them, leaving them groaning on the ground. Those who hadn't stepped in felt a wave of relief; this man was at least a Level 2!
"The Benevolent Mistress... Goddess Freya... The Benevolent Mistress... Goddess Freya..." Roy acted like a broken record, wandering through Daedalus Street while repeating those words. He didn't return to the Starry Garden until late at night.
Rest by day, spread rumors by night. Roy's goal was clear: expose Freya. You want to play at being a "City Girl"? Keep dreaming.
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After just one day of fermentation, the news of a "Berserker" on Daedalus Street began to circulate in small circles, eventually evolving into an urban legend. It spread across all of Orario. For three consecutive nights, Roy performed his act. After he defeated over a hundred Level 1s and even a few Level 2s, the city began to take him seriously.
People estimated this Berserker was at least Level 3. That was terrifying. Any Level 3 was a famous figure in Orario—Hyakinthos, a Level 3, was the captain of the Apollo Familia. The weight of the message changed based on who said it. If a vagrant said "Goddess Freya is at the Benevolent Mistress," no one would care. But if a Level 3 said it, it couldn't be without merit.
The effects of Roy's rumors began to manifest. Vagrants and adventurers started flocking to the Benevolent Mistress, hoping for a glimpse of the supreme Goddess of Beauty. They were willing to die just for a close encounter.
Of course, they couldn't even get through the door. The shopkeeper, Mia Grand, was the former captain of the Freya Familia and a top-tier Level 6. The waitress Anya Fromel was a former Level 4. Even the other waitresses were between Level 2 and 3. The pub didn't employ weaklings. These Level 1s were beaten half to death and tossed out instantly.
But Roy's target wasn't the mortals. It was the Gods!
Finally, the city-wide rumors caught the attention of the deities. More than half of the male gods in Orario were Freya's loyal "simps." Since descending to the lower world, Freya rarely appeared in public, and even her attendance at the Denatus or banquets was rare. The Gods were heartsick with longing. They couldn't use force against the Freya Familia, but if there was a chance to see her, they would pursue it like madmen.
In the dressing room of the Benevolent Mistress, the waitresses were changing after their shift.
"These people are so annoying, saying Lady Freya works here. How is that possible, nya?" Anya, the brown-haired cat-girl, was fuming like a bristling cat. Even after leaving the Familia, she still held deep respect for Freya. "Right, Syr-nya?"
Anya looked at her friend, Syr Flova, a grey-haired girl with cute, delicate features. The girl was dazed and had to be called several times before she snapped out of it. "Right... how could that be possible?"
"Don't worry, Syr! If they come back, I'll chase them away, nya!" Anya laughed and hurried out to bathe.
Once alone, Syr stood still, staring at the clothes in her hand. A massive, giant-like figure appeared at the door: Mia Grand.
"Have you pissed someone off lately? They're really coming for you," Mia said.
Syr flashed a bright smile. "Mama Mia, I don't know what you're talking about."
"They're playing for keeps. No need to hide it now," Mia sighed.
Syr's peaceful smile darkened. A sinister purple light flickered in her grey eyes, and her aura underwent a earth-shattering transformation. "I'll have Allen and Hedin handle it!"
Freya bit her lip, radiating a bone-chilling coldness. Someone was trying to expose her identity. Whoever that bastard was, she would make sure they suffered a fate worse than death!