The Outer God Needs Warmth

He pushed his thick black hair back, revealing his sharp facial features, a strong jawline, broad shoulders, and immense strength—so much so that even ordinary people couldn't compare to him.

Not just in appearance, but in reality, he was a soldier who had fought several times on the frontlines against wild monsters and emerged victorious.

Gaston Marquis.

Carrying several swords, he had been hunting monsters, but there was no way he could defeat the girl standing before him.

No matter what it was, the terrifying sea that formed when it touched the ceiling would be drawn upwards, shrinking into a single point before exploding and vanishing.

Just a moment ago, it came down in the shape of a rectangular prism, like a cake being cut, and struck the guards standing beside him.

Despite wearing armor so strong that even a typical monster wouldn’t dent it, the body and metal were mashed into pieces, floating gently in the water.

How could he win against this?

Gaston stood only three seconds away from attacking, yet he couldn’t muster the courage to try.

Where had the laws of this world gone? A rectangular prism from the ceiling was swaying in the air, and even if he used magic to leap forward, could he actually win?

No, to begin with...

Was it really a human using a power that covered the sky with water?

Though there were still considerable forces left in the Marquis' army, even if he gathered all of them, the chance of winning was slim.

So, Gaston decided to sacrifice himself in order to survive right then and there.

"Pride Industry, Rocketmobil Company, Gun & Lufu Company. If these three companies erase the minor incident that happened in Vern City, they promised me a million gold. So, if you ask why, I can only say that I made a deal with them."@@novelbin@@

Gaston, speaking confidently, immediately lowered his head and prostrated on the floor when he saw the sharpness in Victoria’s eyes.