"Ha... hahaha."
The Prison Warden suddenly laughed, still using that familiar fervent yet thoughtless tone.
A mortal challenging the "gods."
Just like in that distant realm, before the advent of the First Epoch, when humans bravely rebelled against the Old Gods.
"Do you see it?"
The Prison Warden murmured softly to the manuscript, "You said the 'hero' has appeared."
On the fifth level, a thunderous noise nearby startled all the guards. They saw a crack appear in the sealed high wall ahead, but this time, what appeared before them was neither the fourth-level nor the five-meter-tall King of Gluttony, but a familiar face.
Wielding sword and shield, using his body to break a path to the fifth level.
"The hero, it's actually the hero!"
"Why would the hero join the rebels!?"
