“It’s nice to see you still have energy.”

“Well, there is no reason to be depressed.”

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, blesses you.]

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, blesses you.]

[The God of Justice, Hetuse, blesses you.]

Still, in the eyes of the Gods, I seemed to have no energy, thus everyone gave me a blessing.

I leaned closer to Kyle and asked.

“Ah, did you take care of the things I had?”

Kyle pointed to the box next to the bed.

Opening the box and checking the items, I smiled lightly.

This was Camilla’s greatest weakness, and a weapon that could reveal her true self and defeat her.

Suddenly, a new status window popped up in front of me.

[The hidden mission has been activated.]

[Hidden Mission: Prevent Camilla from becoming a saintess and undo her prophecy.]

[Hidden Mission Reward: Increased Oracle Level.]

This time, unlike before, the compensation was clearly written.

‘By the way, who the hell is making these hidden missions?’

I don’t think it’s Ren and Van.

‘If the oracle level rises, will a new god enter?’

I didn’t know, but I was ready to accept this hidden mission.

Kyle looked down at me and clicked her tongue briefly.

“I thought only the power struggle in the Imperial Palace was fierce, yet the temple is no less.”

I sighed with a bitter expression.

“I really hate complicated and troublesome things.”

Reihausd’s last appearance shimmered. I came out in such a hurry that Daisy didn’t even notice what had happened.

‘How is she?’

I hated being involved in a conflict situation, but a person who has a lot to lose can’t wait.

What I got from Ren and Van this time was the absolute oracle connection ability. It’s also the ability of the radar role that Ren and Van use to monitor the Gods and humans.

Now the Gods could stay in touch with me wherever I was, even in the Demon’s Realm. Unless I disable the oracle.

Of course, Ren and Van were crying because they took their parts so they couldn’t keep an eye on the Gods.

“By the way, how did you get information about that item?”

Looking at the box, I answered Kyle with a small sigh.

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