The Max Level Hero Has Returned!

Chapter 351: Dear Guest, It’s Time for You to Leave.

Baaaaaaang!!!

Davey contorted his body, struggling to regain his balance after being carelessly thrown back into the world. He swiftly reached out and caught Illyna, who had also been tossed alongside him, ensuring a safe landing. With a flick of his hand, he brushed away the bothersome hair that obscured his face and instinctively groped his chest.

‘Ack! Aaaaaah...’

A brief sigh escaped his mouth when he touched his muscular chest.

“Phew...”

A brief silence enveloped the surroundings as Davey absentmindedly assessed Illyna's condition. She remained unconscious due to the lingering effects of divine possession. After confirming that she had no major injuries, he decided to leave her undisturbed.

Furrowing his brow, Davey leaned against his hand, supporting his forehead. Without hesitation, he tapped into his mana and gathered moisture from the air. Unlike the dream world, the Tionis Continent did not impose any restrictions on his ability to access water through his powers.

[Water.]

Splash!!!

"Kyaaaack!!!" Illyna exclaimed, startled by the sudden splash of cold and icy water. Her eyes widened as she frantically looked around, and then her gaze settled on Davey. Quickly composing herself, she sat down and stared at him, her head tilted in confusion. "Who are you?"

Davey's eyebrows furrowed in response. "What? Who are you?"

Illyna clenched her teeth in frustration. "Who? I'm asking you who you are?!"

Crack!!!

"Kyaaack!!!" Illyna screamed, tears welling up in her eyes as Davey forcefully cracked her joints. "Kyaaack!!! Hurts! That hurts! It hurts!"

Despite being at the level of a Sword Master, a status considered a strategic weapon by the public, Davey paid no heed to her pain.

"Aaaaack!" Illyna shrieked as her body twisted from the struggle and the pain when Davey pressed his fists against her temples and spun them.

"Are you out of your mind, princess?"

As if recalling the sensation of Davey’s painful massages, Illyna pleaded desperately for mercy. "Kyaaack! Davey! So, you're Davey! Alright, alright! Just let me go first, please!"

However, Davey didn't release his grip. He only stopped after determining that the girl had genuinely reflected on her actions.

Completely exhausted, Illyna lay silently on Davey's back as he carried her along. "That... You're Davey...right?"

"That's right."

"Then, why do you look like that...?"

Davey halted in his tracks, then said, "Get down."

He patted Illyna’s legs before setting her down. Then, he stretched his arms.

Illyna immediately recoiled, her eyes shifting nervously as if she expected Davey to do something to her. However, Davey wasn’t paying attention to her at all.

"Davey?"

"How long were we there?"

"About five days, I think?"

Davey silently nodded.

"By the way... What happened to you?" Illyna asked earnestly, finally able to get a proper look at Davey's appearance. "You..."

She gazed at Davey intently, her voice tinged with nervousness. "You have an enviable appearance right now... Hmm.”

"..."

That was true.

"What's going on? Did you suddenly develop an interest in cross-dressing or something?"

"I beg you. If you could just shut up for once, the world would be at peace."

"Hmph. What? Are you saying disaster strikes every time I open my mouth, huh?"

Davey was already content that his body hadn't changed much. However, he wasn't certain about how he would look in two weeks, which was when the next transformation would occur.

"Maybe I should try voodoo?"

His target? Goddess Freyja. He felt that his anger would only subside after creating a straw doll and piercing it with hundreds of nails.

There were various methods to change one's body, such as Body Alteration Dark Magic or the Bone Shifting Arts of the Dark Arts. Illusion magic could even create the appearance of a different body.

There were plenty of options, but Goddess Freyja, with her grudges, had altered Davey's appearance without considering the consequences.

"Wow... Wow... Your muscles have vanished. You... What on earth? Have you turned into a lady or something? Goodness... A prince has become a princess. This is quite shocking..."

Davey simply grabbed Illyna's hands and placed them on his chest.

"Kyaaack! What the... Aaah..." Illyna exclaimed, taken aback by Davey's sudden action. She appeared somewhat embarrassed, but her expression quickly shifted to one of disappointment.

"What the hell... Is this a washboard...?" Illyna commented, forcing her eyes wide open as she closely examined Davey's body. "So, the only things that have changed about you are your height, build, and face?"

"The gender has changed."

"What? So, you're a woman with those washboard abs?"

"You gather mantis legs and carp eyeballs, dry them for twenty days, and grind them into powder."

This was none other than the ingredient created by the eccentric gourmand elf, Yuria Helishana.

***

Davey had no idea where they had been thrown in the Tionis Continent. They spent the night quietly in this unfamiliar forest, and only as dawn began to break did Davey rise to his feet, leaving the sleeping Illyna behind.

Due to his current short stature, his range of vision and movements had changed slightly. However, there wasn't a significant difference between Davey's previous appearance and his current appearance, which resembled that of a ten-year-old. Thus, it didn't cause him much inconvenience.

It was said that a sexless body was the most suitable for battle among all genders, as there were no inherent limitations. Reflecting on this, Davey believed that Goddess Freyja had given him this appearance because she had a predetermined plan.

To the creator of the world, Davey's existence was nothing more than a bothersome and repulsive being. The tricks he employed must have appeared ridiculous and childish in her eyes. Yet, she was still ensnared in his web and deceived. Perhaps that was why she still existed.

Shwa!!! Shwa!!!

Davey snapped off a branch and swung it through the air without hesitation.

The blessings, curses, and divine punishments wielded by Goddess Freyja were akin to natural disasters. Could humans truly defy natural disasters and emerge victorious? Davey would wager that it was absolutely impossible. And that was precisely why Goddess Freyja acted the way she did.

No matter how skilled he believed himself to be or how remarkable the heroes of the Hall were, everything within this land and sky would be powerless against the existence that created it all.

Davey propelled himself forward and scaled a towering tree, reaching heights of tens of meters. Once he climbed around a hundred meters, he activated "Eye of the Sky," a skill bestowed by the God of Archery, Apollo. His eyes widened as his vision expanded from several kilometers to tens of kilometers, inundating his mind with vast amounts of information.

Indeed, since he had entered the dream world using the power of a god, he could also employ this power to discern their location. There must have been a reason why Goddess Freyja hastily augmented Davey's strength and bolstered his powers. It was possible that the Abyss erosion was progressing more rapidly and extensively than she had anticipated.

So, why did Goddess Freyja cast Davey into this particular place? The answer was simple: The fissure of the Abyss lay nearby. It was also the domain where Grave, the demon who had eluded Davey, struggled to survive.

Thump... Thump...

It had been fifteen minutes since Davey had departed from the location where he and Illyna had stayed. He walked silently, suppressing his aura and minimizing any sound. As he ventured forth, he came upon a scene: a river completely shrouded in darkness, with a man standing before it.

Silently, the man stood in front of the oozing, repulsive crack. However, he appeared oblivious to Davey's presence.

The demons were unable to openly defy the commands of the Demon Lord. With Belial's demise, Davey had assumed the role of the Demon Lord. As long as he held that position, the conflict between demons and humans could be considered resolved.

Furthermore, many of the high-ranking vampires had perished. Even Gluttony, their primary instigator and leader, had been slain. If things proceeded favorably, they would eventually disperse and seek hiding places. Otherwise, they would be apprehended and taken as prisoners of war.

Once these two factions were dealt with, the forces capable of shaking the entire continent would have effectively vanished. It could be said that the threats to the continent had been eliminated.

However, the most significant adversary of the Continental Alliance remained elusive. It was those individuals whom Davey had to confront. After all, the prelude to the war was nothing more than a clash between those beings and him.

‘Just think of it like: Davey O’Rowane, [The Invisible Hand].’

“So, you’re here?”

"Hmm? Heok?! You bastard, how?!!!" The man shrieked, collapsing in surprise the instant he laid eyes on Davey.

At present, the bandage concealing Grave's face had been unraveled. The visage beneath did not resemble that of a demon or a human. It was nothing more than a black, vacant countenance.

They were the origin of Perserque's power. They resided within the Abyss. Their forms were nonexistent. Whatever they may be, their intent was resolute—to abduct Perserque and return to their own realm.

Crack!!! Swoosh!!!

Before anyone could react, the branch in Davey's hand swung swiftly, slicing through the air. Simultaneously, Grave's upper body was severed from his lower body.

"Keheok?! Who, who are you?!" Grave exclaimed in bewilderment.

"It's me. Don't you recognize me?" Davey asked casually as Grave stared silently at him for a moment.

Perhaps it was because he was an extraordinary individual? Even without recognizing his external appearance, Grave still knew who resided within the body.

"This cursed bastard!!! Why target my waist again?!"

"If their waist is their lifeline, shouldn't you pay more attention to that part?" Davey retorted.

As Grave extended his palm and released an unfamiliar black force, Davey swiftly extended his hand in response. A taboo was activated, and a cold aura emanated from his hands. However, before anyone could react, the light had already reached Davey's hands.

Light was inherently intangible. However, such simplistic rules could easily be bent within Davey's body. After all, this power originated from Hercules and was attained by Davey upon reaching this stage. The source? Their bodies.

"Dear guest, why do you still linger here? It's time for you to depart," Davey declared, crushing the hand that pierced through his own before seizing Grave's head. There was no resistance. A firm grip was all it took to crush it effortlessly.

Since Davey's soul underwent another awakening, the power at his disposal had more than doubled. At this rate, it wouldn't take much longer for him to reclaim the strength he possessed within the Hall.

‘No. I shouldn’t do that. It’s more than enough right now.’

“Get out of my place, you f*cking bastard!”

The power of taboo might have significant effects, but its range was limited and easily weakened with a mere thought. Moreover, it had a lengthy cooldown time. However, that was more than sufficient. It appeared that Goddess Freyja had purposefully sent him to this location, the very place where the Abyss crack existed, knowing this fact well.

Without hesitation, Davey cast Grave into the river, now transformed into a viscous black tar. Then, Davey extended his finger toward the struggling figure.

'Ah, I've been wanting to try this.'

"Can you perceive the disparity in our powers?"

[9th Class, Final Holy Magic.]

[God’s Middle Finger.]

“Eat god’s shit!”

Then, a flash of light pierced through the dark river.