Hero? Are You Worthy?

The blemishes formed by the corruption of the Evil God did not detract from Atreus’s beauty, adding instead a certain alluring temptation.

With her tall, sexy, and fiery figure, complemented by a pair of black wings on her back, her beauty was breathtaking.

Especially in the battle just before, Atreus’s gown was torn, particularly around the hem—now ragged with but a few threads remaining—revealing those pale, long legs that were utterly soul-stirring.

The proportion between bust, waist, hips, and legs was almost exaggerated.

It seemed that all the corruption was concentrated near the corner of her eye, without a hint of spreading pervasively across her entire body.

Even if Qin Chu had dealt with the corruption of the Evil God many times, he found it difficult to judge this situation at a glance, but for Atreus, just surviving was a colossal stroke of luck, leaving her with no right to fuss over anything more.

Once she felt that her life was secure and that there was no immediate worry of death, a trace of excitement inevitably appeared on Atreus’s face, an excitement that quickly turned to hatred.

The Hero, although once an enemy, had kept his promise.

Besides, this Mr. Brave was now the master to whom she must swear her allegiance.

Taking a deep breath, Atreus knelt on one knee before Qin Chu, head bowed, letting her black hair fall to the ground, "Thank you, Master, for your salvation."

"I will forever remember this debt of life," Atreus said.