Roy's figure swiftly vanished into the night.
He headed toward Daedalus Street, bursting forth with the speed of a Level 3 adventurer as he darted through shadowy alleyways.
Traveling from the North District to the Southeast District took even Roy two full hours—proof of just how vast Orario was.
He arrived at the maze-like slum district.
Slap! Slap!
Roy patted his cheeks. It was time to act. This time, he would play the role of a berserker driven mad by his infatuation with Goddess Freya.
Daedalus Street, due to its unique location and environment, was home mostly to Orario's lower-class citizens, the impoverished, and adventurers with malicious hearts.
Many people were still sleeping rough along the streets.
When Roy stepped out of an alley wearing the Phantom Mask, his distorted silhouette immediately drew attention. People rubbed their eyes to make sure they weren't seeing things and instinctively swallowed.
What a creepy guy.
The timid adventurers and vagrants shrank back, but those with a ruthless streak in their hearts approached the eerie black figure with greedy expressions.
The figure hunched over as though grieving.
"Where is the tavern of 'The Hostess of Fertility'?"
Roy asked the adventurers who had surrounded him.
The Phantom Mask twisted his voice into something rough, savage, and unnaturally deep—like a mentally unstable man muttering to himself.
The surrounding crowd exchanged glances. The tavern of The Hostess of Fertility was in the Northwest District. This was the Southeast District—several districts away.
Coming here to look for that tavern? This guy was definitely not sane.
One person asked curiously, "Why are you looking for 'The Hostess of Fertility'?"
At the mention of it, the "madman" before them suddenly became agitated, shouting in a frenzied voice:
"The Goddess! Goddess Freya is there!"
The sudden outburst startled everyone, forcing them to retreat several steps.
After a while, they recovered.
"Definitely a lunatic."
"Forget it. Pin him down. He must have some kind of special equipment or magic item on him!"
Over a dozen adventurers rushed at Roy with greedy eyes.
Facing this group of Level 1 small fry, Roy swiftly knocked them all down in a matter of moments.
More than a dozen men lay in the middle of the street, wailing in pain. Those who hadn't attacked felt immense relief. This guy was at least a Level 2 adventurer!
"'The Hostess of Fertility,' Goddess Freya, 'The Hostess of Fertility,' Goddess Freya—"
Like a broken record, Roy wandered through Daedalus Street repeating those two phrases.
He would only return to Stardust Garden late at night.
Rest during the day. Spread rumors at night—expose Freya. Roy's objective was crystal clear.
Still want to play the "city girl" game? Dream on.
After just one day of brewing, word of a berserker appearing on Daedalus Street began circulating within small circles, gradually evolving into something like an urban legend.
It started spreading throughout Orario.
For three consecutive days, Roy went to Daedalus Street to put on his act. After defeating over a hundred Level 1 adventurers—and even two or three Level 2s—people's attention toward him skyrocketed.
By public estimation, this berserker was at least Level 3. That was terrifying.
Any Level 3 adventurer in Orario was well-known. For example, Hyakinthos had been able to serve as captain of the Apollo Familia at Level 3, commanding over a hundred adventurers. That alone showed the weight of such a level.
The same words spoken by different people carried entirely different meaning.
If a random vagrant said, "Goddess Freya is at 'The Hostess of Fertility,'" no one would believe it.
But if a Level 3 adventurer said it?
It couldn't possibly be baseless.
The effects of Roy's rumor campaign gradually began to show.
Quite a few vagrants and adventurers rushed to The Hostess of Fertility, hoping to catch a glimpse of Goddess Freya.
The supreme Goddess of Beauty was normally unattainable. If they could get close to her even once, they would die without regret!
Of course, they couldn't even get through the door.
The tavern owner, Mia Grand, former captain of Freya Familia, was a top-tier Level 6 adventurer.
The staff member Anya Fromel, known as "Chariot's Alter Ego," had once been a Level 4 adventurer of Freya Familia.
In addition, there were more than a dozen other waitresses, all between Level 2 and Level 3.
The small tavern did not keep useless people.
With just these vagrants and Level 1 adventurers? They would be beaten half to death and thrown out in minutes.
But Roy's true target was not them.
It was the gods.
Finally, the city-wide rumors caught the attention of the deities. The gods began taking notice of this small tavern.
More than half of Orario's male gods were Freya's devoted admirers. Yet since descending to the lower world, under various unspoken rules, Freya had appeared publicly only a handful of times each year.
She rarely even attended divine meetings or banquets.
Leaving the gods longing for her obsessively.
Forcing their way in was impossible—the overwhelming strength of Freya Familia made them hesitate.
If there were even a chance to see Freya, countless male gods would go mad pursuing it.
In the changing room of The Hostess of Fertility—
The waitresses were changing after work. A glance around revealed nothing but young and beautiful girls.
"This is so ridiculous! They're actually saying Lady Freya works at our shop—how is that even possible, nya!" said the brown-haired catgirl, Anya Fromel, recalling the group she had just driven away. She looked like a cat with its fur bristling.
Even after leaving Freya Familia, she still maintained her respect for Goddess Freya.
"Right, Syr, nya?" Anya looked toward her friend Syr Flova.
The gray-haired girl had delicate and cute features, one of the tavern's poster girls.
The gray-haired girl, who had been lost in thought, only snapped back after being called several times.
"Yes… of course. That's impossible."
"Don't worry, Syr! If those people come again, I'll chase them off, nya!" Anya laughed before energetically leaving the changing room to take a bath.
Soon, the other waitresses left as well. Only the gray-haired girl remained, standing quietly while holding her clothes.
A towering figure appeared at the doorway—it was the tavern owner, Mia Grand.
Mia sighed helplessly. "Have you stirred up trouble with someone again? They're clearly targeting you."
The gray-haired girl smiled brightly. "Mama Mia, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"They're clearly serious this time. There's no need to keep pretending," Mia said with a sigh.
The gray-haired girl's calm smile gradually darkened. A strange purple glint flashed through her gray eyes, and her aura changed completely.
"I'll have Allen and Hedin handle it."
Freya gritted her teeth, an extreme chill radiating from her entire body.
Whoever dared try to expose this identity of hers—
No matter who that bastard was, she would make sure they died without a burial.
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