Chapter 21
“Can you keep your family drama from dragging into it?”
Luo En shoved Drian away and touched his bleeding nose.
This kind of father-son grudge—he, as a re passerby, had zero interest in getting involved.
“And you—still praying to the gods at a ti like this?” As he spoke, he shot a glare at the mayor, who was teetering on the edge of death.
After listening to the exchange between this father and son, Luo En realized the most despicable one of all was actually the mayor.
And the guy in front of him, with that smiling face, was doing things more brutal than anyone else—practically a lunatic.
Luo En thought back to his days as a holess drifter; compared to these two, every person he’d t back then seed like a saint.
Even that brat he’d tossed into the trash can—he didn’t deserve this kind of punishnt, in hindsight.
“You still don’t get what’s happening,” Drian said calmly. “You’re an accomplice. You helped that wicked fraud.”
“If you feel any sha, you should do like and implant the Evil God.” He added with a smile.
Most people in Winterless Town hadn’t implanted the Evil God willingly.
Only after the implantation did they abandon their old beliefs and turn to worshiping the Evil God.
Of course, the Evil God hadn’t brought them nothing but misery.
Take Drian, for example: his original body had been frail beyond asure, toppling over at the slightest breeze.
He’d nearly died from a simple cold once.
Without the Evil God implant, he never would have gained this healthy body.
He firmly believed his faith in the Evil God was utterly sincere—not a shred of hypocrisy, unlike his father and his endless lies.
“Ugly as hell,” Luo En muttered, glancing at the Evil God manifesting various expressions on his chest with clear disgust.
If he let that thing get implanted in him, his chance encounters with cute girls would co to a premature end.
“Is that so? What a sha. I thought I’d gain another comrade.”
With that, Drian grabbed Luo En’s head with an arm radiating unnatural heat and slamd him into the wall.
This ti, Luo En reacted quickly, but he couldn’t break free from Drian’s brute strength.
Drian’s grip was like an iron vise, clamping down on Luo En and pounding him again and again.
Just as the townsfolk had said before, the Evil God granted people flas and brute strength—strength that could effortlessly surpass years of human training.
Even soone like Luo En, whose body had grown considerably stronger under the System’s arrangents, couldn’t compare to the sheer convenience of the Evil God.
Only when Luo En’s head was a bloody ss did Drian stop—cheat abilities weren’t all created equal, after all.
“Then I’ll tear it off myself.” Keeping his smile, he snatched the scroll from Luo En’s hand and casually ripped it in half.
The mont the scroll tore, the surrounding aurora vanished in an instant.
Those ice sculptures began to tremble, the madn inside slowly reviving.
They might not burst free like Drian had in a flash, but breaking out was only a matter of ti.
As the first person in Winterless Town to receive the Evil God implant, Drian had been the most affected—and the one to gain the greatest power.
That was why he’d been able to shatter his ice prison before the scroll was even torn.
But the magic from the Mage Tower had only suppressed the Evil God’s activity; it hadn’t truly halted their growth.
So over the past century, the Evil Gods implanted in others had kept developing too. Once they broke free, they wouldn’t be pushovers.
And that was far from good news for the outside world.
One beat after another of drumming from the Evil Gods echoed out, and Drian knew the townspeople wouldn’t be gone for long.
But soon his gaze shifted to the mayor lying in a pool of blood—because while the ice seal had ended, the Ti Prison still lingered.
He tried leaving the area, only to find himself back at the starting point monts later.
He’d lived in Winterless Town for a long ti, and the ice seal hadn’t erased his mories, so he was certain he couldn’t have gotten lost.
“Why is this prison still around? Didn’t we tear up the magic scroll?” Drian crumpled the shredded scroll into a ball and hurled it to the ground in fury.
Irritation flooded him, pulling the corners of the bizarre face on his chest downward.
Sparks erupted wildly from the Evil God’s mouth, making Drian look utterly berserk.
His expression remained calm, but the fury in his eyes, the twitching at the corners of his mouth, and the bulging veins on his forehead told another story.
His Evil God wanted out of Winterless Town. And so did he.
“Father, what did you do?” Drian approached the mayor and hauled him up from the blood.
Toward his own father, Drian showed no rcy in that mont.
Though he called him “father,” every gesture treated him like a total stranger.
No—even like an enemy.
“Why did the ice seal magic lift, but we’re still trapped here? What else did you get from the Mage Tower?” As Drian spoke, the Evil God roared in tandem.
This father of his had always been the craftiest of them all. He’d lied his way into the mayor’s position, and the sa went for this scroll.
Back when the mayor had handed the scroll to Drian, he’d claid it would let people and their Evil Gods grow faster together.
“Drian...” Facing his son’s interrogation, the mayor only groaned in agony, his voice bubbling with fluid.
This was exactly the Drian he hadn’t wanted to see, which was why he’d chosen to endure endless tornt instead.
The young man before him should have been the honest, kind-hearted Drian—not this madman stripped of reason by the Evil God.
He never should have implanted the Evil God in Drian or made him believe in such ethereal power.
But who in the Bicolor Realm could resist believing in these forces?
Mingling with the bubbling sounds ca the squirrel’s plaintive cries; it even tried clawing at Drian, hoping to make him let go.
The face on Drian’s chest twisted in rage, flas bursting forth with thunderous booms that drowned out the squirrel’s wails.
“Shut up.” Drian kicked the squirrel away with one foot, then hoisted the mayor even higher. “Tell quick—how do we get out of Winterless Town?”
“It’s no use... There was never a way out of Winterless Town to begin with...” The mayor’s voice sounded like a leaking bellows, even harsher than usual.
Only soone with trendous patience could listen to the mayor's words all the way through. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have... let him co here..."
"I just... wanted to see you one last ti..." He closed his eyes as he said it.
But he never imagined their reunion would turn out like this.
In response, Drian hurled him back into the pool of blood, snarling, "You old bastard!"
And Drian didn't notice at all that over where Luo En lay—the man he'd beaten half to death—there ca a faint stir.
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