The Fake Sin Of Fallen God
Chapters 68. Perverted worshipper

It seems like his reputation will make it easier for me.

“Let me meet the leader.”

“Eh? Guild master?”

“Can't it.?” – Dyze intimidates it subtly.

“Ti-no, that's not what it means. Wh-well! I'll arrange a meeting soon!”

“Good.”

Dyze walked to the long chair and sat in it, followed by Chloe and Claire beside him, Argus, Livia, Alpha, and friends also sat when allowed.

“Hard and firm, indeed that's your style.”

Dyze replied to Chloe while saying ‘Heh’.

“I don't care about the status, age, or gender of a person. If he pisses me off, I'll kill him. As simple as that.”

Although it sounded cruel, they did not look afraid of him, on the contrary, their admiration added up.

And after waiting for a while, Dyze was finally called up.

“Mr Andrius! Grand Master is waiting for you in his room!” – the receptionist called out to Dyze by waving her hand.

Dyze got up from his chair and nodded without saying anything, followed by those who followed behind him.

As he walked into the room, Dyze opened the door, a heavy male voice welcoming his arrival.

“Yo Andrius! It's good to see you're okay. How's mission? Is it going well?”

The mission?

What is he talking about exactly?

“…”

Not wanting to be wrong in answering him, Dyze decided to keep quiet.

“Hey hey why are you quiet?”

“Already. Hasn't Andrius always been?”

The man next to her grabbed the man's hand.

“Hahaha you were right too.”

“By the way who are they behind you?”

“... I prefer not to tell him.” – Dyze looks at the man seriously.

“Oh~” – his gaze was reciprocated by the man, lightning sparks as if created from the tension that occurred.

“Already Grand Master..”

The man beside her stopped the man, and in the end he became soft again.

“Haha you shouldn't have to stop me, Eric!”

“There's no way I'll let you do as you please.!”

Whatisthis?

That bearded man is a Grand Master?

And also what plans did he have with her?

“Already. Let Andrius talk about his interests.”

The grand master and the man beside him looked at Dyze, waiting for her to give an answer.

Dyze's heart started pounding.

What's this..

My adrenaline's triggered?

Interesting though..

Dyze can hear the sound of sword friction with her scabbard, she knows that Chloe is preparing to slash them if the situation makes her desperate.

Therefore Dyze hinted in the form of a voice ‘Ehem’ to him to undo his intentions.

“Before discussing about it, let me talk about the mission first.”

“Oh? Can you find the Relic you ordered?”

Relic's?

What'd he say?

What is Relic in question..?

Looking at the pensive Dyze, Chloe took the initiative to replace him.

“What does it mean?”

“Hm? Have you never been told by Andrius before?”

They all shake their heads.

“So so. Do you mind me telling them everything, Andrius?”

Dyze breathed a sigh of relief and replied:

“Of course.”

“You need to know if people generally worship the Goddess of light or Goddess of luck, then we are different. We made Typhon a God to worship.”

Typhon?!

Dyze tried to hide his shock as best he could, whereas they were able to freely express his entanglement.

The Grand Master continued:

“The reason we worship Typhon as a God is based on personal experience which is fairly bitter.”

The Grand Master began to tell her past.

***

The villagers were kind to us, but it was all just a false kindness. But there was at least one person who really gave us his sincerity.

She is Anna, my little sister. Anna was like the sun that warmed our bleak days, but..

It all ended when that day happened..

--

Decades ago.

“Anna! Where's you!”

I was with Andrius through the woods looking for Anna who ran away from me for some reason.

“Anna!”

We keep looking.

Seek.

And seeking.

Till..

“Ashtern! Take a look here!”

Andrius called out to me, and I went to the source of the voice, and found him at the mouth of the cave which was in the middle of the two mountains that were pressing down on him.

We tried to enter it too..

“Anna!?”

The sight of Anna being sucked into something and looking at me with a helpless look really affected my mentality.

“Hold!”

It should have been a brother who was willing to sacrifice his own life for the sake of his beloved sister, but I don't know what I was thinking at the time, I just looked at the moments of his death.

Andrius was the one who swiftly reached him and tried to release his hand that grasped ‘something’ in the form of a black sword.

“Ashtern! Do something!”

His screams woke me to a painful reality, and as I tried to do something with my magic a voice appeared in my head.

[ Human! Do you want power? Or power? ]

“Who is it?!”

I looked around, and found no one, only Andrius and Anna were with him.

[ Human! Answer my call! If you can do the conditions I give you then I will guarantee your life will always be a success! ]

I continued searching for the source of the voice, and realized that it was the black sword that was talking to me.

“Tell me your name!”

[I am the weapon of Typhon, the tyrant who ruled Arbeltha long ago. ]

“Typhon you said.?!”

[ Say! You just need to give me a container and a mash that can fill my energy. With that you have qualified! ]

When someone has a dear sister and a loyal friend, of course, this choice is nonsense to him, right?

But..

I don't know what I was thinking at the time..

I smiled at Andrius and Anna who were in need of my help.

“Abang.”

“Ashtern.?”

“I comply with your terms and call.”

[The right choice, man! ]

“ABAAAAAAAAAAAANG!”

The sword then sucked out Anna and Andrius grimaced in pain.

After a while, Andrius stopped making a sound, I tried to approach him..

“Ashtern, good work on your choice.”

Andrius's expression that was previously quite cheerful and jolly had now turned stiff.

***

And just as Grand Master Ashtern wanted to continue the story, Dyze suddenly cut off the conversation in a heavy voice.

“Did the man beside you also experience something similar?”

Dyze's expression confused Ashtern, and he answered his question:

“Yes, but not so similar to us. The other higher-ups are like that too, they have their own ambitions and dare to sacrifice others for their purposes.”

“Begukah.”

Dyze let out a long sigh then plucked his finger.

“I hate traitors like you.”

Slash

“Eh?”

Ashtern and the man beside him were astonished to see Dyze in the viewpoint below and twisted.

It was only then that Ashtern realized what had happened when he saw his own body sitting, stretched stiff in his chair.

After Ashtern's head rolled and touched the wall, Dyze got up from her seat.