Chapter 446

"Broly, how do you plan to practice swordsmanship? Do you need me to help you find a swordsmanship teacher?"

After coming out of the blacksmith shop, the little God floated in front of Broly's eyes and asked.

"Why find a teacher? I just want to make my own strength become weak, not become strong."

Regarding this, Broly instead expressed that he didn't need a teacher.

"But wouldn't that be very dangerous?"

The little God was somewhat worried that Broly, this reincarnation bodyguard he had delivered to his own door, might die in this loop's Orsted's hands.

"Rest assured, although I haven't used a sword much, this thing, to put it bluntly, is just composed of some basic movements like swinging, chopping, stabbing, lifting, and cleaving.

Before re-encountering Orsted who doesn't know when he'll pop out, I'll practice these movements until they're familiar, guaranteeing I won't let myself look like a dangerous person who could instantly kill the opponent at any time."

Human God: "..."

He was referring to the matter of Broly possibly encountering danger, but the Saiyan boy before his eyes seemed to have misunderstood his meaning.

The little God wanted to say something, but seeing Broly's small face full of a confident appearance, he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

At worst, if the other party really gets killed by the Dragon God, he'll just find other Apostles to help him do things; it's nothing more than a pity for this powerful chess piece.

"Broly, next you should go exchange the money on your body into the Magic Continent's ore coins. Walk this way, there's a pretty good shop this way."

One must say, this Navigation Officer Human God is still quite conscientious; before Broly was about to head to the Magic Continent, he would remind him to go exchange for the Magic Continent's universal currency.

Following the Human God's guidance, Broly exchanged for a big bag of ore coins in a shop. After coming out, he was targeted by thieves dispatched by the black shop owner.

After luring these people into an alleyway and beating this group up, Broly returned to the black shop and, using their own methods against them, took back his money.

"Robbery, robbery..."

After the Saiyan boy left, the black-and-blue black shop owner ran out onto the street shouting. By the time the Zante Gang city guards related to him were summoned, Broly had already left Zante Gang City and arrived at the Magic Continent's only port — Winport.

"So many strange-looking fellows."

Broly looked at the lizardmen with horns on their heads walking upright passing by his side, and couldn't help but say in his consciousness to the little God.

"The Magic Continent is like this. Although the outside world collectively calls the people here the Demon Race, they can actually be subdivided into many more races. And the unions between different races, even unions between the Demon Race and magic beasts, make the number of races here very difficult to count."

"Feels like when hunting prey on this side, I'll have to pay a bit more attention."

Broly looked at a large humanoid frog walking past that looked like it would taste pretty good boiled in water. After confirming the other party was also a demon race member, he couldn't help but say.

"If it's in the wild, not paying attention doesn't really matter either, because the Magic Continent's wilderness is a very cruel place. There are always some dangerous magic beasts active here. Demon race members dying in the wild after leaving towns is also a very normal thing."

The little God's meaning was very obvious: if Broly wanted to eat that humanoid giant frog, he just had to make his move in the wild.

"Forget it then."

Broly shook his head. Intelligent races would occasionally end up on his ingredient list, but they weren't the optimal choice.

"Is there an Adventurer's Guild here?"

"There is."

"Where?"

"What are you looking for the Adventurer's Guild for?"

"To issue a meet-person commission."

The Magic Continent this side welcomed Broly this See King. And because the supplies on the Magic Continent's side are considered scarce, this kind of meet-and-get-paid commission actually attracted people more than the Miris Holy Kingdom and the Wanglong Kingdom.

However, regarding confirming the completion of meet-person commissions on the Magic Continent's side, there were more or less some problems. For example, some strange races are hermaphroditic and can switch their own gender under certain environmental conditions.

This caused some male creatures of special races coming to collect money to slam the table, saying why their selves that can become female under certain conditions couldn't collect money for free.

Fortunately, Broly was relatively rich. With a wave of his small hand indicating these special races could also come meet and collect money, a dispute was smoothly resolved.

The cost was that his behavior of being a person stupid with too much money caused him to be targeted by a group of Magic Continent native evil factions.

Fortunately, Broly's strength was sufficiently powerful. All evil forces coming to find trouble for him were casually chopped to death by him with that iron sword.

And among these, some demon race members looked like they'd be delicious, so he gutted them, put them on the grill, sprinkled seasoning, and they became the midnight snacks delivered to his door by those who actively came to find trouble for him on nights he didn't sleep.

When the Winport enforcement squad arrived at the inn side, what they saw was the Saiyan gnawing on the scene of a demon race member resembling a rooster's roasted thigh meat being cooked.

And to the side were some humanoid demon race corpses, as well as some not resembling humans, more like wild beasts, demon race members' bones gnawed clean.

The Winport enforcement squad immediately had some demon race members vomit, faces showing fear looking at the Saiyan boy.

Although in the end, through the innkeeper's proof, they knew Broly was the one who had been night-raided by the local evil factions, Broly's behavior of cooking the demon race members who attacked him in public and gnawing and eating some beast-like demon race members still caused him, two days after arriving at the Magic Continent, to have a "Magic Eater" title.

And as he left Winport town, heading to other Magic Continent towns, issuing those meet-person commissions that made him look like a fool with money coming to be robbed, this title spread wider and wider.

No way around it, the Magic Continent's folk customs are fierce. Killing a person or robbing in the wild doesn't count as anything; anyway, it can all be pushed onto dangerous magic beasts active in the wild. This leads to there always being people wanting to do a zero-cost deal against him.

The result: humanoid demon race members would be chopped into pieces by him, beast-type demon race members on this basis also had to enter Broly's five viscera temple.

Broly just happened to lack self-awareness. Sometimes after killing demon race bandits who wanted to rob him, encountering other demon race adventurers, he would enthusiastically invite them to dine together.

And the food included but was not limited to magic beast meat, and the meat of beast-like demon race bandits who attacked him. Can you imagine a scene where a cannibal is roasting your kindred and then issues a dining invitation to you?

For the demon race, this is pretty much the situation. So, in less than a month's time, Broly's Magic Eater reputation spread throughout the Magic Continent's southern region's towns with an infamy almost rivaling the Spearude Tribe.

If one must say the difference between Broly and the Spearude Tribe, it's probably that the real Spearude Tribe eating children stories are just fairy tales some adults tell to scare disobedient kids, while Broly really will eat those beast-like demon race people who come to attack him.

"I'm here to issue a meet-person commission..."

When the black-cloaked Broly stepped into the new town's Adventurer's Guild and issued his meet-person commission at the demon race young lady at the front desk, the originally noisy Adventurer's Guild quieted down at an extremely fast speed.

"Gulp~"

Could clearly hear some demon race adventurers swallowing saliva sounds. Humanoid demon race members were fine, but beast-type demon race members really couldn't take it; their calves were trembling.

But wanting to leave, who dares leave at this time? Are they afraid they won't be targeted by the Magic Eater?

The entire Adventurer's Guild was shrouded in a bone-chilling atmosphere until Broly left, then some demon race adventurers slumped down limp.

"The Magic Eater Lord must be hungry again, wanting to use that weird meet-person commission to lure some greedy demon race members..."

Well-informed demon race adventurers discussed with lingering fear, which unobservant idiot demon race member would provoke him this time and become food in his mouth.

Because Broly only strikes at demon race members who attack him, his reputation, although very bad in the Magic Continent's southern region, most demon race towns still wouldn't refuse his entry.

After all, as long as one isn't stupid enough to deliver themselves to his door, just meeting once and getting money — this kind of good thing is still quite fragrant.

Besides money, the Mana Eater was also rumored to be a formidable water mage, and clean water was scarce on the Magic Continent; if one didn't pay money, the people who went to see him could instead have that terrifying Mana Eater give them some clear water.

There were benefits to be had, but also the Mana Eater's evil reputation; this made the demons of the Magic Continent's southern region feel both reverence and dread toward Broly.

"Say, Broly, you're heading to Kalos, right?"

In a demon grilled meat restaurant, paying the bill with a bucket of water, Broly was enjoying the Magic Continent's specialty spicy meat skewers when the little Human God asked.

"Right."

Broly nodded.

"Is someone you're looking for there? Your purpose is surprisingly clear."

"I'm going to see the Immortal Demon King, Atophi Latophi."

"Eh, so that's your type?!"

Hearing this, the little Human God exclaimed in surprise.

"It's fine, this restaurant's spicy meat skewers taste better than what Randolph makes."

Broly nodded.

"I'm not talking about food, I'm talking about the matter of the Immortal Demon King Atophi Latophi."

"Eh, what do you mean?"

Broly looked at the little Human God in confusion.

"I mean, you actually have designs on your friend's grandmother."

"Friend? Grandmother?"

"Broly, don't you know? Your friend Death God Randolph's grandmother is the Immortal Demon King Atophi Latophi Raybak; she is the wife of a generation's North God, and Randolph is the son of her son Karlman and Death God Marian."

As the little Human God introduced this, he crossed his arms: "I see, I see. Unexpected that a young-looking guy like you is actually a super grandmother-con!"

"I'm not a grandmother-con, thanks. It's just that someone thinks that Immortal Demon King might be my destined capture target."

"Hah, who would think that?"

Broly didn't speak, just chewed his grilled meat and looked at the little Human God.

"Uh, could it be the me from another loop who knows you?"

Broly nodded.

"Ah, haha. Although Atophi Latophi is Randolph's grandmother, as an Immortal Demon she fundamentally has no concept of aging.

Even now she still has the appearance of a beautiful young demon maiden; she's not necessarily not your destined capture target!"

The little Human God said this, then secretly sized up Broly.

Broly didn't react much, because he held no hope that that Immortal Demon King was a capture target acknowledged by the Crystal Palace.

Since coming to this world, Broly had learned one thing: to search for capture targets whose whereabouts were unknown with a mindset of not holding hope.

In other words, he had already grown used to the daily life of not finding capture targets, and had proactively adjusted his mindset in advance to cope.

As for, if at that time Randolph's grandmother, that Immortal Demon King, really was a capture target acknowledged by the Crystal Palace, what to do?

Hmm, Broly felt it wouldn't be too late to think about that problem when the time came; the Six-Faced World that could restart endlessly had made his current mindset extremely good, giving him a feeling of being at ease.

And compared to Broly's ease, Dragon God Orsted's heart was heavy, because he had once again discovered Broly's traces in this world.

The last exchange, being one-punched by Broly and having his heart shattered and instantly killed — even though for him it was already a matter of seventy-seven years past — still left Orsted with lingering fear.

Sometimes, Dragon God Orsted would dream, and dream of the scene of himself being instantly killed; upon waking in fright, his chest would even have a kind of phantom pain.

"In the end, I was too impatient. This time I will not take killing him as the goal, but rather forcing out more of his methods and trump cards as the goal, to conduct the battle."

The sixth-loop Orsted no longer thought of directly killing Broly, but planned to make gathering intelligence on this great enemy Broly his main purpose.

Dragon God Orsted stepped into the demon town where Mana Eater Broly was staying; the aura on his body triggered panic among the numerous demon residents in the town.

And when Broly discovered the little Human God go offline and walked out of the inn he was renting, standing far across the street from Orsted.

A demon adventurer's cry of "Mana Eater!" made the demon residents fleeing toward this side automatically part like water flow ten-odd meters in front of him.

As if his body, too, possessed a curse like Orsted's that could make the living beings of this world feel disgust and fear.

Acquaintances meeting, no particular hostility; Dragon God Orsted also didn't rush up to launch a fierce attack upon seeing Broly like in the previous several loops. He merely drew the Crazy Dragon Blade at his waist and stood in place, gazing at Broly across the street.

In response, Broly also drew his own sword — the finest iron sword from Zante Gang he had bought for three Milishion gold coins.

Although due to his rough use this iron sword had become somewhat damaged, as long as he learned from this world's swordsmen and poured his own Qi into the sword, it could still be used.

【He drew his sword?!】

Broly's operation differing from previous loops made Dragon God Orsted vigilant; he didn't know what other methods that terrifying Human God Apostle opposite still had that he didn't know about and hadn't used.

Thinking it over, feeling that since the other party had drawn his sword he probably wouldn't easily use that terrifying Qi technique, Orsted then deployed the domain aura of the sixth mystery 【Deprivation Sword Domain】 — a self-created art combining the two hardest-to-learn Water God Style mysteries by the current Water God Leda.

"Human God Apostle Broly, come! Let me see just what other tricks you have!"

When Orsted shouted this, he had already prepared to be instantly killed by the terrifying speed Broly had erupted with last time, launching a heavy, momentum-driven attack.

However, the Dragon God saw Broly across the street shout "Here I come!" and charge over at a speed much slower than during their battles in previous loops.

*Clang! * The other party's slashing sword was easily blocked by his own blade; this made Orsted's brows furrow, feeling something was a bit off — the other party's strength shouldn't be this weak.

【A trap?】

Dragon God Orsted thought this; the vigilant him still didn't act rashly, but continued a defensive posture. The 【Deprivation Sword Domain】 — originally extremely strong in defense and counterattack, a proud mystery created by Water God Leda — was now being used by him like a turtle shell.

The metallic clash of sword edge and blade edge rang out continuously, yet it made Dragon God Orsted's already very serious brows furrow deeper and deeper.

(Chapter End)