Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

As the supervisor of the War Game, Ganesha could only sigh helplessly. 

"While I also find this behavior distasteful... according to the rules of the War Game, Apollo hasn't technically violated any regulations." 

No violations? Of course, there weren't any—Apollo was merely exploiting the loopholes in the rules! 

"Isn't Apollo way too despicable?" 

"Exactly! Such vile behavior. It's embarrassing to even call him a god." 

"Who invited him here? Get him out of here!" 

One after another, the gods began mocking Apollo's actions. Many, however, also expressed concern for Hestia. After all, her Familia was now facing a Level 5 adventurer. 

To their surprise, Hestia didn't seem worried in the slightest. With her arms folded, she calmly remarked, "Cheating? Is it useful?" 

Is it useful? Big sister, could you at least pretend to be nervous? This is a War Game! 

Why! 

The onlookers collectively sighed before turning their attention back to the 12 projections. Within one of the images, Alexander stood just as calmly, mirroring Hestia's posture. 

"Cheating? Is it useful?" he said, his tone indifferent. 

Huh? Why does that sound so familiar? Hestia, are you sure you're not teaching him these lines? You're definitely from the same Familia! 

The gods rolled their eyes. Even in the face of a Level 5 opponent, Alexander remained composed. How could he be so unbothered? 

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Unlike the gods enjoying the spectacle, Phryne was seething with anger. 

"You arrogant brat! Fine! When Master Ishtar is done with you, I'll make sure you experience true hell!" 

"Don't bother. Just looking at you feels like I'm already in hell. Let me guess—Ishtar handed you this mission because she couldn't stand your ugly face either?" Alexander retorted without missing a beat. 

"You!!! Argh!! That's it—I've had enough! I'll kill you right here!" 

Phryne leaped into the fray, wielding a massive axe. With a deafening roar, she swung it down toward Alexander's head. 

Seeing her charge, Alexander sighed lightly. 

"Idiot." 

With those words, an ice-blue blade materialized in Alexander's hand. 

'Clang!' 

With a crisp metallic sound, Alexander effortlessly blocked Phryne's strike. 

"This... this can't be..." Phryne stammered. But then she remembered something. "Ah, that's right! I almost forgot—you're Lvl 6! Ugly fox, what are you waiting for? Buff me, now!" 

Phryne recalled Ishtar's warning: Alexander might actually be a Level 6 combatant. Facing him with brute strength alone was pointless. 

"Oh, y-yes!" Haruhime stammered nervously as she hurriedly began casting buffs on Phryne. 

Meanwhile, Yamato, watching the War Game from afar, suddenly stood up in shock. 

"That's Haruhime! It's Miss Haruhime!" 

Yamato instantly recognized the figure on the projection. Haruhime was her dear friend who had mysteriously disappeared one day. No matter how much Yamato and her companions searched, they couldn't find her—until now. 

"But... how can I rescue her?" 

Deep in thought, Yamato clenched her fists, silently resolving to save Haruhime at all costs. 

——

On the battlefield, Alexander assessed the now-buffed Phryne standing before him. The enhancements had raised her strength to Level 6, finally earning a hint of seriousness from him. 

"Not bad. This level of power... it's enough to make me take you seriously," Alexander admitted. 

"Die! There's no way you're escaping this time!" 

Phryne charged once more, her aura completely transformed. As she swung her weapon, the very air seemed to split apart. 

In response, Alexander opened his mouth, and an immense, terrifying energy began to build within. 

The Roar of the Dragon King! 

'BOOM!' 

A torrent of red flames erupted from Alexander's mouth, engulfing Phryne completely. The inferno roared like a sea of fire, accompanied by the sound of crackling flames and anguished screams. 

"Ahhh! Help me! My flawless skin! My delicate hands! Nooo!" 

Phryne's cries echoed through the battlefield. Meanwhile, Alexander silently intensified the flames. To him, this was no different from providing her with an unintentional "cosmetic surgery." 

'Crash!' 

As the flames subsided, Phryne's charred body fell lifelessly to the ground. Her form was so unrecognizable that if someone hadn't known in advance, they'd never believe this blackened mass was once Phryne. 

Seeing this, Apollo's composure crumbled entirely. 

No—this wasn't just panic. It was sheer despair. 

Phryne was supposed to be his trump card! She was a Level 6 combatant—how could she be defeated so easily? And by a single strike, no less! 

Apollo sat on the ground, his expression blank. He knew it was over. Everything was over. 

Hestia, watching Apollo's pathetic state, couldn't resist rubbing salt in the wound. 

"There, there, Apollo. Don't feel too bad. What's one ruined Familia in the grand scheme of eternity? You can always start over in a few millennia. Oh, by the way, I have some good news for you—your mansion? It's gone! Hahahaha!"