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Sixty-seventh person of luck? God of Chaos!

"Hum...hahahahahaha..."

With heartbreaking laughter, Ozma slowly woke up.

"My friend, wake up. Haha... It seems that this is the fateful ending, haha..."

Kazan in front of Ozma's feet were tightly tied, and his hands were weakly drooping. He, who is covered with blood, can really be called a ghost in human skin.

"What's wrong with your hand!"

"They seem to be very afraid of my hands and want to break my tendons."

"What...what!"

Ozma recalled. Everything is clear. Kazan's rebellion, the empire's suppression orders, and the soldiers who suddenly surged after the two met... Although they were in different costumes, they were all imperial soldiers. ...Also, the reason for entrusting the task of suppressing to a mage instead of the generals. From the beginning, it was a conspiracy... to remove the conspiracy between me and Kazan at the same time!

"Ha..."

Looking at the meditative Ozma, he sighed softly, and Kazan said lightly:

"It seems that you have figured it all out. Yes, that's it..."

Kazan looked at his still immorphous body and muttered:

"As a human being, this is the end. I have become like this, so my family must be safe and sound. The family lineage ended in my generation... I'm reluctant to do this."

"Family...yes, it's impossible to be safe and sound...so...my Liz...!?"

Just then, through the crack of the iron cage, a stick flew in and hit Ozma in the face.

"What did the dead rebels say? Don't insult His Majesty's harem with your dirty mouth!"

Hearing this, Ozma stood up in surprise, grabbed the iron railing and shouted, "What's going on? Make it clear to me!"

Suddenly, the iron gate of the cell was opened, and the soldiers who rushed in punched and kicked Ozma and dragged him out of the cell.

"Hey!! What's going on with Liz? Hello! Make it clear to me!"

Ozma's gradually moving away cry was entangled in the damp stench of the dungeon and lasted for a long time...

......

"Ozma...Ozma."

I heard the voice calling for myself... Kazan... I reflexively wanted to open my eyes, but... So it is, they have taken my light... Darkness... It turned out to be so uneasy...

"Ah... Kazan..."

"Hey... are you all right?"

“......”

I stopped talking, and Kazan closed his lips tightly. For us, we don't even have the strength to motivate each other.

Ozma fell into thinking--

Impossible... Is this the result of our lack of vigilance against their jealousy?

Kazan, my family, my poor Liz... Liz... What on earth are they guilty of? They all have to be punished like this...?

Is my life going to die like this... The two best people in the world were framed and executed because of the jealousy of despicable people... It will only leave a record in history. No, it's not. They can't make us have a good reputation...

"Is the human race... really such a hopeless existence?"

Ozma couldn't help muttering. Kazan listened quietly and didn't move.

Suddenly, Ozma's thinking turned in another direction -

It's just a race that destroys the world, and it's not a big deal. Anyway, the human race only thinks that it is the most important existence in the universe. Ideas like this will only lead the world to extinction...

Yes, revenge! What I want is revenge! Revenge on such an unfair world! This is the real purification to eliminate all these human beings who have harmed the world! But why do you do it!? ......

"How about my proposal?" I don't know when it suddenly appeared and said.

"Disappear in front of me, an evil existence. I don't have enough dirty soul to receive your ugly proposal.

Ozma's eyes flashed with fire, and a blazing flame rose in her hand.

"Sell your soul in exchange for the power to destroy the world. Such a good deal can't be encountered by everyone. You are a man of luck, huhu..."

Ozma couldn't stand the unpleasant laughter, so she threw the fireball in her hand at it. However, the burning flame passed through the dark existence in front of him, leaving a big pit on the wall behind him.

"Wow, you don't need to be so angry. I will naturally leave. But remember that one day, you will take the initiative to look for me. Whoo..."

The figure in front of him gradually faded away, and only its last sentence was in Ozma's mind for a long time.

"One day, you will take the initiative to find me..."

......

Did it have long expected all this to happen? Ah...human! Because of the desire for power and jealousy, you have to fight against the most terrible demons in history...

"Hahahaha..."

"Ozma...?"

"Kazan. Listen to me carefully. We can be called the best people in the world, can't we?

“......”

"I don't want such two people to die like this."

"Do you have any plans?"

"Wow... You become the ghost god of destruction. And I will become the ghost god of chaos.

"What the hell is going on?"

At this moment, the cage suddenly opened, and several guards who rushed in tried to take Kazan away. Ozma hurriedly shouted:

"Kazan! My friend! Remember! It's not over yet! Must live! I will definitely come to you!"

Kazan was taken away by the soldiers, and in the process, he kept smiling at Ozma. Is this trust in Ozma's words or a mockery of sad farewell to friends? Ozma is no longer visible, and we have no way to understand it after 800 years.

......

After that, Kazan was exiled to the Rustru Mountains, and Ozma was abandoned to the southern coast. There, Ozma readily accepted the proposal to find his death again, sold his soul for evil power, and turned Kazan, who survived, into a god of destruction. However, Kazan did not agree with Ozma's plan. It turns into a ghost and wanders in the world. Since then, patients with Kazan syndrome possessed by Kazan have appeared all over the mainland.

Archbishop Majlo Rochebach, the elder of the famous knight's family, recalled and lovingly told an ancient story to his granddaughter Obes, who pillowed on his lap.

"Have you learned the next thing in school? Ozma turned human beings into pretenders, which is historically called the curse of blood. As a result, human beings doubt each other and chaos continues to breed. In such a dilemma, Michel, the ancestor who received the divine enlightenment, was sent to the mortal world. Under his organization, clergy were born, and we have the ability to fight against pretenders.

Majello's warm hands stroked his granddaughter's hair.

Finally, under the leadership of our ancestor Michelle, our clergy fought a war with the Legion of Pretenders in the Black Earth. There, we humans finally succeeded in expelling Ozma to other time and space. What's the name of that battle, Obes?

"Dark Jihad!"

"Yes. It's the 'Dark Jihad'. However, although Ozma has been sealed to other time and space, he must still be alive. We don't know when he will attack the world again. And there are still many disguisers hidden in the world, so our clergy still have meaning. Got it, Obes?"

"Yes. But, Grandpa?"

The young girl stared at Margello with watery eyes.

"Wasn't Ozma also a good person?"

"Yes. Ozma was the strongest magician who saved the world with Kazan.

"Well... If he knew that the bad guys who bullied him in those years were dead, and now the rest of the world are gentle and good people like his grandparents, won't he regain his conscience?"

"Hahaha... What a strange child. Yes, as the saying goes: 'At the beginning of a man, nature is good'? My lovely granddaughter is more profound than those stubborn clergy! If I have a day to meet Ozma, I will definitely talk to him in person.

But grandpa, be careful. He may also refuse to listen to you.

"Yes, that's right. You are so smart. That's smart. It seems that I don't have to worry about you in my life."

However, does the lovely granddaughter really realize the difficulties of her future? Margello can't always relax without safety to show his smile. If only this era of peace could last forever. I hope that before I close my eyes forever, the world can usher in real peace and no longer need our clergy. I hope my smart and beautiful Obes can live in such a world and experience ordinary and precious happiness...

------Dividing Line----

In a different space, there were bursts of wild laughter.

"Ozma, the god of chaos, entered Arad again today! No one can stop me!"

The space suddenly began to collapse... He is coming!

The man who used to be lucky has become a man of God!

Ozma......