I play a Evil God in Otome Game

A loud rumble continued as tents were torn apart, and the roar of a giant Dragon only terrified them further. As the entire dungeon began to collapse, terrifying beams scattered through the sky like a natural disaster, rocks falling like meteors, shattering the ground, and the dungeon was on the brink of destruction.

As the runes that held the dungeon solid flickered, the rest of the dungeon was close to caving in. Meanwhile, Frank and the others had already escaped from the dungeon, barely managing to save themselves in the nick of time.

The purple and red colors illuminating the sky were painfully bright, scorching their eyes, as the ground cracked and collapsed, creating a massive sinkhole.

"Oh my God..." George’s eyes widened as the flames in the sky spread out, creating a chaotic scene. Every two seconds, two dark silhouettes collided in the air.

"What’s going on over there?!" Emily shouted, her voice drowned out by the noise. As she tried to escape quickly, her dirty clothes showed how much trouble they were in.

As they moved quickly, George struggled to leave, drenched in sweat. Fortunately, they were far from the site of the explosion. The occurrence of such a disaster just as they exited the dungeon made them uneasy.

"Graaa!!"

Fenris emerged from the ruins with a roar, as a six-winged shadow figure in the sky unleashed purple beams that shredded the Dragon’s bone and flesh-filled body, tearing up the ground.

"Boommm!"

The figure wrapped in fiery red beams in the sky suddenly crashed like a meteor into the dark figure, causing both beings to hit the ground with a loud crash.

"Damn it!" George lost his balance and fell. The Dragon slowly began to heal, its glowing green eyes making it even more terrifying.

Then, as it opened its mouth, a massive green gas erupted from it, quickly tearing through the already doomed forest.

"Wraaa!!" As the Dragon rose in anger, the figure wrapped in green Mana from the sky punched its face, causing the Dragon to crash to the ground.

"Grandpa!?"

Emily shouted in shock, looking at the muscular figure. Frank ignored her. He held Simon’s sword. The sword shone with a supernatural hum, and Frank’s eyes narrowed.

"Get up, you scum! Is this all the power of Dragons?!" Frank roared, and the sword glowed in support.

"Graaa!" The Dragon quickly regained itself, swiping its claws at Frank, but Frank disappeared from sight and suddenly reappeared in the air, startling the Dragon.

With a stern expression, Frank swung the sword. A green light shot from the sword, obliterating the Dragon’s arm and shoulder.

The green Mana that hit the ground left a huge gash in the earth.

As everything was covered in dust, a joyful roar escaped George’s mouth, and he shouted excitedly upon seeing his grandfather like that. "That’s it, old stallion!!! Hahahha!"

But suddenly, a punch coming from the dust struck Frank’s body, causing him to crash hard to the ground.

George’s voice was cut off, and as Frank groaned on the ground, the Dragon took advantage of this opportunity, targeting the still dazed Frank with its sharp claws.

"Graa!"

The Dragon let out a wild roar, shaking the entire area. Frank tried to escape, but it was too late. But a suddenly appearing shadow grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

As the Dragon’s claw struck the ground, destroying the earth, Frank looked around in confusion.

"Are you okay, old man?!" Simon’s hand was lightly wrapped in Dark Mana. The sky seemed to go crazy due to chaotic Mana, swirling and burning, while Simon breathed heavily and looked at Frank.

"I’m fine, but how did you do that?" Frank looked at him seriously. Simon sighed, stuttering as he spoke. As heavy rain began to pour and lightning flashed, he said, "I just did it; I don’t know—"

Suddenly, the lightning struck more violently, cutting off Simon’s speech. His attention was drawn to the figures still clashing in the sky. They were moving so fast that it was impossible to follow them.

As chaotic Mana intensified in the sky, it seemed as if the apocalypse was coming, with random purple and red spells illuminating the ground and destroying everything.

Simon couldn’t remember ever experiencing anything so terrifying in his life. Everything had been ordinary just moments ago, but now? Now it felt like he was witnessing a scene of apocalypse.

"Something so horrifying..." Frank murmured. His eyes were seriously fixed on the sky. For a moment, Simon felt Frank’s eyes glow green.

"This much chaos and violence. This place can’t take it." There was a thin thread of concern in Frank’s voice. Noticing this, Simon interjected, trembling, "We need to get out of here immediately. We must find Emily and George!"

Frank snapped out of his daze and nodded. His eyes narrowed as he saw the Dragon trying to reach the sky. He turned to Simon. "You go and find them."

Simon shook his head. Then, quickly moving on, he felt Emily’s mana and swiftly left the area.

As the rain soaked Frank’s body, the only thing he did was reactivate his Mana, but this time his eyes shone with a mysterious symbol that represented ancient Elven heritage.

Slowly, as his muscles tensed, he pressed his feet firmly against the ground, as if to crack it, and his body seemed to rejuvenate, healing his wounds.

Suddenly, he jumped and dashed towards the Dragon.

Meanwhile, Mordred laughed madly as he swung his sword towards Seth. Flames spilled from his sword, while Seth’s shadow sword countered it, blocking Mordred.

The Dark Mana pouring from Seth’s sword served as a barrier against the fire emanating from the blade. Seth gritted his teeth. As he resisted Mordred’s sword, lightning burst from his hand, launching an attack towards Mordred.

Mordred suddenly distanced himself, evading the lightning. The cracks in his skin had become more pronounced, making him look almost ready to shatter, yet he laughed wildly.

"I haven’t had this much fun in ages! Dark Mage!"

As Mana fatigue hit Seth, six wings burst from his back but stabilized quickly. A tired yet mocking smile appeared on his lips. "You look like a wreck."

"This is temporary," Mordred said with a grin. Flames cascaded from him, giving him a dangerous aura. His gaze shifted to the Druid fighting his Dragon. "This Druid can truly battle my Dragon..."

Mordred’s eyes were filled with admiration. "It’s a strange feeling to discover that Druids are still this powerful."

Seth raised an eyebrow and looked at Frank. A moment of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by curiosity. He would observe him later, especially that strange symbol in his eyes.

"If you are curious about the symbol in their eyes, it’s a cleverly designed rune," Mordred explained calmly. There was a brief ceasefire between the two. He continued smoothly, "One gains more power by sacrificing their life energy. Simple but effective power."

Seth frowned at what Mordred said. It would be good for Frank to stop. He had only about 20 years left to live. Losing a subordinate as powerful as Frank would be a great loss.

Seth’s eyes showed urgency. As his Mana flared again, he looked at Mordred with a murderous intent. While Mordred chuckled, Seth fired a Dark Ray at him with a serious attack.

Easily dodging this, Mordred was surprised when Seth’s figure suddenly vanished, causing his eyes to widen as he couldn’t understand where Seth had gone.

"Is this an illusion?"

As Mordred failed to see Seth’s figure anymore, he became more convinced. This Dark Mage could use illusions.

Without waiting any longer, a fist enveloped in lightning struck Mordred’s face, sending him flying backward.

Then a swift kick hit him in the stomach. Mordred groaned in pain. Just as he was about to react, short shadow daggers erupted from Seth’s hand, piercing Mordred’s arm, shoulder, legs, and forehead.

The flames bursting from Mordred’s body destroyed the shadow daggers, and they attacked Seth as if nothing had happened.

"Fool!" Seth grinned, then with a snap of his fingers, the darkness bursting from Mordred’s body caused him to drop to the ground as if he had suddenly tensed up.

"What have you done!" Mordred roared angrily as his body hit the ground with a bang. His whole body was stiff, and his eyes looked like they were going to explode from the pain.

As he wandered through the darkness, almost engulfing his entire body, his organs were pierced by dark thorns in agony. Although his immortal body kept him alive, the pain was still present.

"Aggg!!" Mordred growled like a beast. As the darkness horrifically tore his organs apart, he could only moan.

As Mordred’s body cracked further, Seth didn’t stop and struck Mordred’s face with a swift punch. Then another punch, and another...

After dozens of blows, the cracks in Mordred’s body deepened, and the darkness within him surged towards his brain, targeting it.

Seth didn’t hesitate, and his shadowy hands passed through Mordred’s eyes, mouth, and ears, erasing his sight first.

They mercilessly shredded his vocal cords, eardrums, heart, and jugular vein. Not stopping there, with quick movements, Seth grasped and pulled Mordred’s arms.

Grinning as he pierced through Mordred’s soul, Seth smirked and then began to tear Mordred’s body apart piece by piece.

"How much longer can you heal? It might take you another 400 years to renew your body."

As Seth pulled back wearily, Mordred couldn’t speak. The trembling of his entire body indicated he was still alive.

This made Seth narrow his eyes, a wicked smile forming on his face. Then, with one last snap of his fingers, the darkness within Mordred suddenly solidified, causing his body to explode.

As Mordred’s body parts scattered, Seth stood there as if nothing had happened. A cool breeze tousled his hair, and his eyes were cold.

"Well, now it’s time for his pet."

"{Congratulations, your level is now 50.} Discover hidden content at m,v l’e|m-p| y r

The skill ’The Body of the God of Darkness’ has reached level 20.

’God Aura’ has increased to level 10.

The skill ’Lightning Manipulation’ has reached level 20.}

Along with this, Seth’s divinity also increased, and he felt pleased when he saw the harvest. His Dark Divinity was at 5%, while his Lightning Divinity rose to 7%. His Illusion Divinity climbed to 10%.

The harvest had gone well. At least Seth was satisfied. His eyes were drawn greedily towards the Dragon until a sudden light appeared in the sky, freezing his body.

A heavy feeling of disgust, revulsion, and the urge to vomit enveloped him. Seth froze, not understanding what was happening, as his eyes were drawn to the stormy sky.

The light pierced through the sky, and it was increasing at such an alarming rate that it looked as if the sun had risen.

Everyone was frozen in shock. Even the Dragon was immobilized. At that moment, a gradually ringing horn echoed through the area.

The sound, heard not only in Gwyndor but throughout the Kingdom, shocked everyone for a moment. The sacred aura was felt everywhere, and Seth’s eyes narrowed.

He sensed a sudden change in the sky. Something enormous was coming. Something that urged him with a feeling of disgust and the urge to vomit...

"Is that a... angel???" Simon raised his head, his eyes widening in astonishment. Not just Simon, everyone froze in place when they saw the Angel.

With three pairs of wings shining on its back, the holy golden-silver armored Angel looked divine and sacred. Blue energy constantly swirled around the armor.

With every flap of its wings, chaotic mana dissipated, and the sky returned to its former state.

The three pairs of wings, symbolizing its status in the heavenly realm, displayed its power. Everyone, including Seth, watched as the Angel raised its arm, and from the portals that opened behind it, hundreds of Angels emerged.

"What the hell is this???" George exclaimed in horror. Only a single word could escape Emily’s lips. "We’re doomed..."

As hundreds of Angels stood like stone behind the three-paired winged Angel, Seth’s eyes narrowed. He sensed the gaze of the Angel that seemed to be the leader. This was different from his confrontation with Mordred.

Mordred had been injured and lost his power in a way that could explain why he had hidden for centuries.

But these were Angels; they still shone with power. This feeling of weakness ignited anger within Seth as he bit his lip, and his red eyes trembled.

Then the three-paired winged Angel drew its sword, pointing it to the ground. Its aura expanded suddenly, disturbing all beings around.

"Attack."

With a single voice, the Angels flapped their wings and attacked in an emotionless and synchronized manner.