I Became the Patron of Villains

Chapter 110

110. The God Created by Acceptance. (5)

Alon used every possible method to strike a blow at the receiver, Basiliora.

There was nothing more he could do after that.

He had already exhausted everything he had prepared, and his pitifully small magic hole was completely empty.

But even so.

[Ingaaan-!!!!]

■■■■■■■■-!!!

The receiver, Basiliora, was still alive.

“…….”

Basiliora, who was twisting his body somehow on the collapsed altar, let out a grotesque scream.

Seeing him, Alon clicked his tongue behind his expressionless face.

Of course, he didn’t think Basiliora would die easily.

Thanks to the faith he had received from the Thunder Serpent tribe, he had the status of a guardian deity.

‘If I didn’t have divinity myself, I wouldn’t have even thought of doing this in the first place.’

From the beginning, there was one reason Alon could carry out this plan.

It was because Alon himself had ‘status.’

He judged that he could inflict meaningful damage on gods, whose damage from attacks without status was halved.

Of course, he didn’t know why he had divinity himself.

Anyway, that meant he could inflict meaningful damage on Basiliora, so Alon made this plan and succeeded.

As intended, Basiliora was subdued without dying.

‘The important part starts now.’

Thud- Rumble-!

Seeing the receiver, Basiliora, who was twisting his body madly in front of him, Alon carefully took out a ring from his bosom.

The red glowing ring he had received from the former great mage, Heinkel.

Without hesitation, Alon put it on his middle finger and soon opened his mouth towards Basiliora.

“Receiver Basiliora, you now have two choices.”

[Kill- I will kill you!!]

Basiliora twisted his body madly.

Due to that, the surrounding debris fell, but Alon continued speaking with an expressionless face.

“The first option is to become my servant. The second is to die here and now. What will you choose?”

A calm question.

However, Basiliora convulsed violently.

[Ha! Do you think I would dare become your servant!? You may be arrogant thanks to those who protect you, but I will never become a mere human’s servant!]

“Then the only choice left for you is death.”

[Kill me! Do you think my honor will disappear just because I was defeated by a mere human? Nonsense!!]

The negotiation broke down immediately, but it didn’t matter. No, it actually went according to plan.

“Let me tell you something interesting.”

[What is it?]

“In fact, your opinion doesn’t matter much. Whether you refuse or agree. You must become my subordinate.”

With those words, Alon, as if he had been waiting, held out a red ring.

“In accordance with the great covenant of Kalgunias – I will enslave the defeated loser of the duel.”

He uttered those words.

Then, from the ring Alon was wearing, a fierce red light burst forth.

[Wha- What is this-!!!!]

Basiliora’s body, the recipient, began to be sucked into his ring.

Boom- Crackle- Crackle- Crackle-!!!

As the gigantic body was slowly sucked into the ring, the altar that had been pressing down on him collapsed even deeper.

Alon smiled with satisfaction beyond his indifferent expression.

‘I’m glad it went as expected.’

The reason Alon had given Basiliora a choice.

It was not to give him a choice or to negotiate, but to hear a declaration of defeat.

From the beginning, the ‘Covenant Ring of Kalgunias’ he received from Heinkel could enslave the defeated in battle and use them like a familiar.

‘…Actually, originally, I should have gone to the area Heinkel told me about and captured a young dragon to use as a familiar instead of Basiliora.’

Since this was not a game, Alon was searching for a familiar to put into the Covenant Ring of Kalgunias, and upon hearing that Basiliora had divinity, he ultimately chose him.

“Hoo.”

Alon looked at the ring that had completely absorbed the gigantic body of Basiliora in just a few seconds.

On the ring, which had no pattern and only emitted a red light, a snake’s pattern was now engraved.

Looking at that pattern, Alon smiled slightly, satisfied, so small that no one would notice.

“Whew-”

He let go of all his tension and lay down.

In the sky, once filled only with ashen clouds, stars had begun to appear.

“Success.”

He celebrated the success of his plan.

His entire body was drenched, but the feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

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Three days had passed since he absorbed the receiver Basiliora into the ‘Ring of the Covenant of Calgunias’ and made it his familiar.

“Thank you so much.”

Alon lightly shook his head as he received the bow of Ashgul, the wise chieftain of the Thunder Serpent tribe.

“I had my own reasons, so there’s no need to thank me so much.”

“No, we must. Thanks to you, our Thunder Serpent tribe has found freedom from Basiliora.”

For a moment, he conversed with Ashgul, whose wrinkled eyes crinkled with genuine joy.

“Then I will stay for just one more day.”

“No matter how long you stay, our Thunder Serpent tribe will serve you with all our hearts. Do not worry.”

He then stepped outside.

‘Honestly, I want to leave the jungle immediately.’

The reason Alon, who had nothing more to do here after subjugating the receiver Basiliora, decided to rest for one more day was because of Reinhardt and Deus.

…More precisely, because of Reinhardt.

‘It’s only natural, considering he took Basiliora’s attack head-on.’

Deus seemed to be struggling, but he had no issues moving around.

However, Reinhardt had been in a completely groggy state since yesterday.

‘…Did I push him too hard?’

As Alon was lost in his thoughts.

“Hel- Hello!”

A voice from the front broke his reverie.

When he looked up, there was a girl bowing her head.

“I. I am-”

The girl awkwardly tried to introduce herself.

But it didn’t take long for Alon to realize who she was.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes…!?”

“You got soaked in the rain.”

Alon’s question.

At that moment, she couldn’t answer, stammering.

“My sister is fine.”

The one who answered was the quick-witted Circal, who walked out from behind her, Jenira.

With a face full of a smile that was unimaginable when they first met, she looked at her younger sister and then bowed deeply to Alon.

“Thank you very much.”

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“Didn’t you bow yesterday as well?”

Alon recalled her bowing frequently on the way back to the Thunder Serpent tribe yesterday.

However.

“Considering what you have done for us, I know it’s not enough no matter how many times I bow. Thank you very much.”

She bowed deeply once again, and Alon was momentarily troubled.

“If you ever find yourself in trouble, please come to me. No matter what happens, I will definitely step forward to help you.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh, and there will be a banquet tonight, so please attend. It’s essentially a banquet for you.”

The quick-witted Circal conveyed her message and then took her still-stammering sister and left.

Even as they walked away, it was clear.

The faces of the sisters looking at each other with the happiest expressions in the world.

Alon smiled inwardly.

Because he felt an immense sense of pride.

‘…Moreover, I have gained the trust of the Thunder Serpent chieftain… I might be able to ask for a favor later.’

With such thoughts, Alon returned to his lodging.

The sky, which had been overcast since he first arrived, was revealing the sun today.

The experimental subjects created by Duke Comalon were each strong individuals.

That was only natural.

The numerous experimental subjects created by Duke Comalon for his research on abyssal entities…

They, or rather, those things, were once renowned strongmen in the United Kingdom, except for Carmine.

Moreover, only those who withstood the abyssal entity could be called “test subjects” by Duke Komalon.

In other words, as strong individuals who had fully absorbed the abyssal entity, the test subjects were confident in their own strength.

But arrogance was forbidden.

Upon receiving the order to “assassinate Marquis Palatio,” they arrived in the jungle and soon found the marquis in the area of the Thunder Serpent tribe, but they did not attack rashly.

Instead, they hid themselves thoroughly and waited coldly for the perfect moment to come.

The perfect moment to assassinate Marquis Palatio, as ordered by Duke Komalon.

Until tonight, that is.

“Ugh-!”

Test Subject No. 1 vomited blood and looked ahead.

An expression of disbelief was etched on its face.

The sight that filled its vision.

The corpses of over fifteen test subjects, just like itself, were brutally torn apart.

‘What the…’

Even as blood poured from its abdomen, Test Subject No. 1 racked its brain to understand the current situation.

However, its mind could not produce the desired information.

No matter how many times it replayed its memories, only two scenes remained in its mind.

The first scene was the sudden explosion of No. 3’s head, who had declared they would carry out the assassination tonight.

The second scene was the ‘despair’ it was witnessing now, with all the test subjects dead.

Thus, the test subject, who was blankly vomiting blood, soon saw a girl walking calmly through the sea of blood.

With a long horn on her forehead and a confident smile on her lips.

…The girl who had dealt with all the test subjects here looked at the dazed man as if she couldn’t understand, then kicked his face without any interest.

Splat-! With a fountain of blood scattering in an instant, the head was completely crushed and fell.

The girl, as if she had finished all her tasks here, turned and walked away.

A man appeared beside her.

“Boss, why did you step in? The underlings could have easily killed them all.”

With skin as blue as the moon in the sky, the man, who was about twice the size of the girl, asked as the black-haired girl continued walking.

“Just because.”

“…Just because?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm-“

The man with blue skin turned his gaze towards the Thunder Serpent Tribe.

More precisely, he stared intently at the man among the tribe members enjoying the feast.

“Chief.”