The Villain's Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God's Sidekick-Chapter 177 - 178: The Loser Has to Bear the Winner’s Child?

The adventurers from the Beast Guild, carrying their great swords and battle axes, trudged forward through the purple, writhing flesh deeper into the dungeon.

They were currently inside the Dark Field of Pain.

Hela walked at the front of the group, holding a folding fan and humming a tune, appearing completely at ease.

For these top-tier adventurers, the first ten levels of the Monster Rift were as familiar as their own backyard pastures.

Completely unthreatening.

As they walked, Hela suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes scanning the surroundings as if sensing something.

Behind her, some adventurers gripped their swords, staffs, and bows more tightly, also growing alert.

The warriors’ silver longswords gleamed with a faint light, the mages’ bodies began to emit glowing auras, and the archers nocked three arrows to their bowstrings, ready to fire.

A muscular giant carrying a huge axe squeezed his way out from the group and asked Hela in a deep, muffled voice: "Boss, why’d we stop?"

"Shh."

Hela gradually closed her fan and held it vertically to her lips in a gesture of silence.

Her eyes glanced sideways, and behind the fan, her mouth curved into an eerily excited smile.

"I can smell it - human scent. Mmm, such a pure fragrance."

She lightly waved her fan in one direction.

"That way."

Hela started walking in the direction she had indicated, while the adventurers behind her looked confused.

The muscular man scratched his head but said nothing, just waving at the group to follow along.

......

Meanwhile, in that alternate space, the scenery had completely transformed from before.

The stone walls of the entire space were shattered, with many bluestone slabs having fallen from the walls and ceiling.

Stirred-up dust rose from the ground, making the whole space appear hazy and gray.

Purple-black blood flowed between the stone slabs, forming bizarre patterns.

Countless monster limbs were piled on the broken stone slabs, making it impossible to distinguish which body parts belonged to which monsters.

Though the monster corpses were gathered in one place, their flesh seemed to continuously split apart in mid-air, turning to ash and gradually floating away.

Under Viktor’s extremely wide-ranging magical attack, the so-called monster tide had been completely obliterated.

Viktor stood silently in place, his coat no longer fluttering.

The red patterns receded from his neck until they completely disappeared.

His palm relaxed, and the staff instantly vanished from his hand.

Even among war magic, there were different levels.

For such large-scale one-time clearing magic, with the help of the staff [Ulust], he could cast it completely without Vega’s assistance.

Similarly, casting such terrifying war magic alone would put tremendous pressure on him, but fortunately, the power of Calamity was enough to support him in casting such magic.

Viktor stood calmly in place, feeling the surrounding temperature gradually cool as the space began to twist and tear.

Soon, that massive room lost its shape and space, transforming into pure void.

Viktor stood in this pitch-black void, as an echoing voice gradually rose from the rolling nothingness.

[Challenger - Viktor Kravina]

[Time: 1:11:11]

[Challenge Successful - Dispensing Reward]

As the voice faded, a light began to flicker before him.

The golden light pulsed rhythmically like breathing, slowly floating toward Viktor.

Then, it settled before him.

Feeling warmth in his palm, the golden light gradually faded, revealing the true form of the crown-like magical item.

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Two golden branches seemed to continuously intertwine, forming an extremely large crown.

In the center of the crown, a strange gem that resembled a monster’s heart kept trembling.

In the center of that heart, a tiny eye surveyed the surrounding void.

Purple and two golden streams twisted together, creating an extremely bizarre sight.

[Imperial Artifact: Pain-Loathing Beast Remnant]

[Skill: Sharp Howl from the Void - After the user enters combat, if they do not receive damage from any effects within a certain time period, this artifact will remove its restrictions.]

[Five seconds after restrictions are removed, it will create a void portal, from which countless powerful void creatures will descend into the world, tearing apart and devouring everything they see.]

[During the void creatures’ descent, if the user receives any damage, the summoning will immediately terminate, and the void creatures will be pulled back into nothingness by mysterious forces.]

Imperial Artifacts were equipment without any attributes.

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Additionally, using them would not occupy other equipment slots, and each Imperial Artifact’s skills would be related to the challenge task.

The effects of Imperial Artifacts were extremely powerful, but similarly, their restrictions were also astonishing.

How to properly use them was a complex and serious topic.

Having obtained the Imperial Artifact, Viktor’s expression showed little change.

His palm relaxed, and the crown automatically entered his inventory.

He raised his head, looking at the newly generated door before him.

"Let’s go."

......

A group of adventurers walked through the purple fleshy cavern, constantly probing the dark surroundings.

The path was extremely complex; even for a team entering it, finding the correct route would be difficult.

Hela narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully examining the several branching paths before her.

She remained silent.

’...’

They were lost.

The caves here were unusually strange; she had never seen such a bizarre and complex place before.

The space within the Monster Rift was capable of changing at any time.

Perhaps today’s path had two forks, but tomorrow, they might appear in different locations.

Moreover, within the Monster Rift,

No one could reach its end.

Once, a fourth-tier adventurer attempted to find the end of this world in the safest Dark Field of Pain, from levels one to ten.

But the path seemed to generate endlessly, never allowing him to find its edge.

No one could guarantee 100% exploration here.

Fortunately, Hela herself was following the scent left by that person.

The branching paths before her had disrupted her walking route.

But even if they were lost, it didn’t matter.

The terrain within the Abyss could be broken.

Even if the terrain was broken, it would automatically repair itself the next day.

It was just that the constantly extending path before her eyes made her feel that there might be some secret in its depths.

But... she couldn’t see through it.

Nor did she want to explore it.

Such matters only needed to be left to those lower-tier adventurers.

Hela was just here to find someone, nothing more.

Suddenly, some sounds came from the dark caves in the depths.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

She raised her head, looking towards the front.

Carefully listening to the echoing footsteps coming from inside, she finally clearly distinguished them.

Those were human footsteps.

The adventurers behind her also became alert again.

Swords were raised, bows were drawn, and giant axes were shouldered.

Hela opened her fan, covering her mouth.

Everyone’s gaze focused on the depths of the cave where the footsteps were coming from.

Finally, a figure slowly appeared.

The person wore a set of jet-black coat, with what seemed to be some runes engraved above the collar.

On his shoulder stood a crow.

The man’s eyes were cold, and in the darkness, his eyes were like two sharp blades stabbing towards them.

The crow’s deep, dark single eye also flickered with a faint light.

A heavy, oppressive feeling slowly pressed down on the adventurers.

They stood on guard, feeling their muscles stiffen.

Although he was just a human, the feeling he gave everyone was like facing an insurmountable monster.

The man’s voice rang out coldly.

"I remember notifying that this place was booked for today."

Looking at these people, Viktor’s eyes were as cold as ice, his tone not at all polite.

"Do you all enjoy coming uninvited?"

The tense atmosphere seemed about to explode, and the adventurers gripped their weapons tightly.

However, Hela raised her hand backwards, signaling the adventurers behind her to stop their actions.

Her strange gaze bloomed like a flower, silently watching Viktor with an eerie smile.

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gradually extended, with thorns protruding in all directions.

"Let me introduce myself, I’m Hela, the leader of the [Beast] guild."

"But I’ve never seen you before, you’re not from the South, are you?"

Before Viktor could respond, Hela suddenly laughed and continued:

"Look at me asking, you probably don’t want to answer me."

"However, I’m quite interested in you~"

Hela covered her face with her fan, seemingly unable to control herself as she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent, with only one voice remaining, as if resuming after a pause.

"Excuse me."

With an explosive burst of air, Hela’s figure disappeared from her spot.

The next second, she appeared in front of Viktor.

Her hand transformed into claws, and behind her, five bone spears suddenly thrust out.

Following her hand, they rapidly stabbed towards Viktor.

An incredibly terrifying cold and sharp aura rushed towards Viktor.

Those adventurers instantly broke out in cold sweat.

The speed was so fast that no one could react in time.

At this critical moment, Viktor raised his right arm.

A round shield emanating an evil aura instantly blocked all the bone spikes.

Hela’s eyes suddenly widened, the flower-like patterns at the corners of her eyes also trembled a few times, curling up together.

A sudden dizziness filled her brain, making her instinctively retract the bone spears and leap back more than 30 feet.

A dangerous feeling...

Was that reaction speed something a human could achieve?

And that round shield...

It actually made her feel inexplicably dizzy.

What on earth was that thing?

Perhaps the man before her wasn’t the mage she was looking for.

Was he a knight? Or... a warrior?

But if the man in front of her wasn’t mistaken, he was a very powerful expert.

In the extremely brief moment of dizziness just now, he absolutely could have counterattacked her.

But he didn’t...

Hela just raised her head, the patterns at the corners of her eyes slowly stretching out again, twisting like two vines.

Looking at Viktor, her gaze held several more degrees of excitement.

"Are you pitying me?"

Then, Viktor’s voice rang out calmly.

"I just don’t need to take advantage of someone’s weakness."

Hearing such an answer, Hela was slightly taken aback.

An extremely dangerous light flashed in her eyes.

Those vine-like patterns actually began to wave incessantly, and their ends suddenly burst into black flower buds.

Sharp bone spikes rapidly erupted one after another behind her.

"Very well~"

Hela extended one hand to caress her face, her gaze filled with excitement and enchantment.

"I can’t wait to have you now."