He had sensed the presence of a third party—back when he was still playing the role of the assassin.
At the ti, the reason he could slay a god was due to obtaining three three-minute unlock cards.
As for what followed, the Assassin Order had a traitor, and the beheading of that traitor wasn't carried out by the assassin role—because that role was already long dead by then.
He had rely used another identity to make it seem as though the assassin was still alive.
That other identity was none other than the artificial human, Xiang Yu.
By then, he had also developed the ans to send this body into the main world.
Coincidentally, it also aligned with his new role, existing in the sa era as the new generation leader of the Assassin Order.
Though they were quite far apart.
Now, infiltrating that side wasn't sothing he did personally.
Correction—he did go personally, but only by summoning his past self through the Akashic System, leaving a ssage for that version to act.
This way, if anything unexpected happened, he could simply switch to the next role.
Moreover, during that period, there had been a peeping Tom—soone he had to put in considerable effort to eliminate.
Through years of magical research and the Akashic summoning, he studied spaceti, luring the target into a magic circle and forcibly extracting their soul, manifesting it in this era.
Then, he used the second reward he had earned after playing his role to a certain extent—a one-ti, guaranteed instant death.
This ensured that no one would dare carelessly spy on him during this period again.
The Final Battle Arena Between Humanity and the Gods.
This ti, who would represent the gods?
The figure hadn't stepped forward yet, so no one knew. But according to Heimdall's introduction, they hailed from the underworld?
The ntion of the underworld made many gulp nervously, their hearts swelling with anticipation.
Could it be... that person?
If so, the divine spectators were certain—this ti, victory was assured.
"The underworld?"
Among the Valkyries, the youngest sister, Göll, sounded particularly tense.
With the gods having suffered three consecutive losses, the fourth round would undoubtedly feature an unimaginable powerhouse to turn the tide.
And this figure was from the underworld?
Her mind couldn't help but drift toward a terrifying possibility—no way, no way, no way.
It couldn't actually be him, could it?
Co to think of it, Sister Brunhilde seed to know the opponent's fourth-round candidate but simply hadn't told them.
Glancing at her sister, she didn't appear nervous—no, wait. Tiny beads of sweat were forming on her seemingly calm face, revealing that she was tense inside.
Suddenly, a terrifying wave of death made Göll's body tremble.
From the gods' entrance, the embodint of death itself was erging.
"Ah…"
"Aah…"
"This overwhelming aura of the underworld, the pinnacle of death's presence…"
"There's no mistaking it."
"It's that lord!!!"
The divine spectators grew increasingly excited, their gazes filled with boundless anticipation as they stared at the entrance.
"Indeed, as all the gods have hoped, this champion is none other than—this man!!!"
Heimdall's voice rose to its peak as the so-called "man" finally stepped into view.
His figure was now fully exposed to everyone's sight.
"With every step this god takes, the world shivers in fear. Wherever his gaze falls, gods bow and beg for rcy!"
For this god was the King of the Underworld, the incarnation of death itself.
"He is the eldest of the three strongest brothers in the Greek pantheon—"
Heimdall, brimming with passion, took a deep breath here.
"HADES!!!"
The proclamation of this god's na nearly emptied his lungs of air.
As the announcent echoed, the divine side erupted into earth-shaking roars.
"It's actually Hades, the King of the Underworld!"
"Can we really win this ti?"
"Even such a figure has finally taken the stage…"
The human side wavered.
After all, this god of death was far too renowned, his deeds all earth-shattering legends.
Especially since he was a deity who governed death itself—wouldn't it be even harder for such a god to be killed?
"This round is as good as won!!!"
Ares, the God of War from the Greek side, clenched his fist and punched the air.
His idol had taken the stage—he would absolutely secure the first victory for the gods.
He couldn't even fathom Lord Hades losing. He knew all too well of Hades' might.
During the greatest crisis in Greek mythology—the Gigantomachy—Lord Hades had single-handedly annihilated an entire terrifying army.
That was a Titan army capable of obliterating countless pantheons, yet he alone had held them back.
Thus, Ares simply couldn't imagine this lord ever suffering defeat.
So, the gods believed this round would undoubtedly end in Hades' victory.
Then, could the Valkyrie Brunhilde remain so arrogant?
Rembering his previous encounter with Brunhilde—her seemingly polite words laced with biting sarcasm—made Ares gnash his teeth in fury.
What had she ant by that?
"Hmph!"
Ares let out a sowhat tsundere snort.
"That Brunhilde, could she possibly—"
Beside him, Loki's expression darkened.
Brunhilde might have never intended to win this round from the start. In other words, she might just send so random human as a sacrifice.
All to deliberately waste a figure like Hades.
"Then, representing humanity against such a heavyweight, the chosen warrior is—"
The announcent for humanity's representative began, but Heimdall seed oddly hesitant.
"Huh? What? You want to summon right now, without any preparation?"
The words ca out strangely.
This made Loki even more convinced that Brunhilde's intention was exactly what he had suspected.
Summoning soone on the spot without any preparation—wasn't that just treating them as a disposable pawn?
"Oh? Sister Brunhilde, are you giving up on this match?"
Zeus slightly furrowed his brows.
"Hah? So, I'm lucky then?"
Shiva also laughed. He had almost been the one to step into this match, but if the human side just sent soone randomly to deal with it, he would have been furious.
So how did he and Hades decide who would fight?
Simple—they played rock-paper-scissors, and he lost.
"The human representative is also a legendary figure, one who lurks in the shadows to sever evil... The assassination order he founded has endured to this very day!"
Heimdall proclaid, as light began to gather on the arena—this was the summoning.
"He is the most mysterious assassin, the first to bear the title passed down through generations under the na of the 'Old Man of the Mountain'—Hassan-i-Sabbah!"
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