In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics...
That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering.
That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously.
That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end.
That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill.

Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem.

The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

Ethan found himself surrounded by the Evil God's followers, each one eagerly awaiting his response.


This was a tavern themed around the Evil God, so the food service offered meats and plants of indistinguishable origin.


For the followers of the Evil God, the number of people one killed seemed to equate to the honor they carried.


As the author of "The Good People of Ximu Town", Ethan found this somewhat embarrassing.


Laughter came from behind, but with Lindong present, the patrons dared not be too obvious. They could only resort to a sarcastic tactic, with one person deliberately questioning the person opposite, "Hey, how many people did you kill last week?"


"Five, or six? Oh, if you count the guards chasing me, it should be nine."


In the eyes of the Evil God's followers, having killed only seven people was akin to being the weakest of the weak, only worthy of sitting at the children's table during a gathering.


Chapter 94 - Chapter 93: Ethan has already killed many people