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Chapter 507: The Bug in the Evil God's Arena
🕑 Added 2025-06-16 15:07:01 +0000 UTCCharlot Mecklenburg rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought. The forty-second labyrinth level wasn’t too difficult—it was too simple.
Though he was alone, Charlot believed that with his eighteenth-tier strength, sweeping through all eighteen towns in Mosuli wouldn’t be a challenge.
Still, Charlot couldn’t shake the feeling that Agmirlas was playing tricks on him, and something about this Evil God’s Arena was far from normal. Although he wasn’t entirely familiar with the arena, he was aware of one peculiar detail: whether it was the preliminary selection for Evil Gods or the candidates themselves, Agmirlas was not the sole selector. All Evil Gods had their respective candidates. Yet in Mosuli, only Agmirlas had a candidate...
Wasn’t that just too strange?
Charlot didn’t have enough information to discern Agmirlas’ true intentions toward him. Nonetheless, he decided to take action.
Two Evil God candidates were currently locked in a bitter struggle, leaving their cities vulnerable. Charlot resolved to seize one for himself.
If he could claim a city, Charlot was confident he could endlessly expand his forces until he dominated all of Mosuli.
When Charlot attempted to summon a Demonflame Horse, he succeeded with surprising ease. However, the creature that appeared was not the same one he had tamed previously. Charlot shrugged off the detail, mounted the Demonflame Horse, and headed toward the nearest town.
The settlement closest to the battlefield was nearly devoid of inhabitants. Charlot had expected some resistance, but upon entering the town, he found it desolate and decayed. The streets were eerily quiet, more barren than even Machubi Fortress Labyrinth—which at least had crows and rats for company.
Dismounting from the Demonflame Horse, Charlot pressed his hand to the ground, activating Labyrinth Magic. To his surprise, there was almost no resistance. In just half an hour, he had transformed the town into part of his labyrinth. During the process, he discovered it housed a mere twenty-odd Labyrinth Guards.
When Charlot summoned these guards to his side, he couldn’t help but feel disheartened. Nearly all of them were crippled in some way. The only healthy individual was a months-old child whose mother had a missing eye and multiple scars.
These guards resembled walking corpses, apathetic and mechanical. Although Labyrinth Guards were inherently sinister entities, Charlot had never seen such lifelessness in his own guards, who were usually far more spirited.
Now, Charlot began to understand: the Evil God candidates of Mosuli had drained every last ounce of potential from this tiny landmass in their battle for ultimate victory.
Without Charlot’s intervention, there might eventually have been a winner here—but only at the cost of wiping out the population entirely.
Sighing, Charlot dismissed the twenty or so Labyrinth Guards, deciding they weren’t worth relying on for combat. Instead, he turned his attention to his own abilities...
That’s when Charlot discovered a bug!
He couldn’t bring extraordinary weapons into the Evil God’s Arena, but his personal abilities were unaffected.
It was then that Charlot remembered an ability called Demon of the Mirror—and, to his astonishment, he could still use it!
Without hesitation, he summoned Yishemierlen.
Yishemierlen still appeared dazed, wooden, and entirely unremarkable aside from the trident that faintly preserved a shred of Evil God dignity. From any angle, Yishemierlen looked no different from an ordinary Saint rank—and a severely brain-damaged one at that.
While Gareth Mecklenburg had also suffered soul and memory damage, he at least looked normal. Someone unaware of his background wouldn’t guess he was incomplete.
Yishemierlen, however, didn’t even appear remotely normal.
Charlot patted the once-fearsome Evil God on the shoulder and said, “I know a wonderful technique called Beast God Transformation. I’ll teach it to you now, so you can transform into human form and avoid scaring people.”
Yishemierlen offered no reaction, but after Charlot passed on the technique, the creature quickly spun in place and transformed into a middle-aged man resembling Jackie Chan—calm, approachable, and dignified.
Charlot extended a finger and tapped Yishemierlen on the forehead, subtly altering the Evil God’s memories.
According to the revised backstory, Yishemierlen was a lifelong servant of the Mecklenburg family. He had watched Gareth Mecklenburg, Amon Mecklenburg, and Emilia Mecklenburg grow up and was fiercely loyal to their parents. Skilled in necromancy, painting, and mathematics, he was also close colleagues with Golden Ram Herolf, Black Dragon, Viggo, and others—often playing cards together in his free time.
To round out this persona, Charlot crammed Yishemierlen’s mind with the complete set of mathematics knowledge, from elementary school to postgraduate studies. Whether the creature could comprehend it was another matter entirely.
After absorbing this deluge of memories, Yishemierlen’s eyes grew noticeably brighter, and a modest, courteous smile appeared on his face. He even managed to stammer, “Charlot Mecklenburg, Master, what are your orders?”
Charlot smiled faintly. “There’s a battle coming up. Help me capture everyone alive.”
Yishemierlen bowed deeply in the imperial manner, boosting Charlot’s spirits immensely. It had been a gamble to test whether Emilia had truly conquered Yishemierlen in Yishemierlen Palace, but the results had exceeded his expectations.
With Yishemierlen at his side, which of these Evil God candidates could possibly stand against him?
…
By dusk, a tattered troop staggered back into town.
Charlot issued a command, and Yishemierlen raised his trident, pointing it skyward. The soldiers below lost control of their movements, compelled to march, step by step, into Charlot’s labyrinth.
Charlot was dumbfounded. He had known Yishemierlen was an Evil God but hadn’t anticipated that even in his diminished Saint rank state, the creature could effortlessly execute such a large-scale control spell.
While most of the soldiers were ordinary humans and only the Evil God candidate among them possessed extraordinary abilities—and even that was of a low rank—the sheer scope of Yishemierlen’s power was undeniable.
Charlot converted them all, including the Evil God candidate, into Labyrinth Guards.
With that, Charlot secured his first town. Though its decimated population filled him with sorrow, Charlot couldn’t help but contrast his own governance style. In his cities, people lived in peace and prosperity, with booming commerce and no taxes to pay—ensuring consistently high satisfaction among the populace.
He couldn’t fathom how these Evil God candidates had managed to turn their cities into such wretched ruins.
Unbeknownst to Charlot, his conversion of an Evil God candidate into a Labyrinth Guard had sent shockwaves through the remaining candidates. Each of them received a notification and was seized by terror...
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