How a Realist Hero Rebuilt The Kingdom - Vol 3 Chapter 0: Holy Maiden of The Empire

After being reborn, Bella Green is determined to punish the scum, slap faces, and sing her way to the pinnacle of life. However, she is accidentally picked up by the person she least wants to see and taken home as a cheap 'brother.'Faced with the naughty yet particularly disobedient little Demon King, Mason Bennett sternly instructs: “No fighting, no skipping class, no dating!”One day, the little Demon King shows up on television in a stunning long dress, and Mason Bennett is furious, immediately tying her up and bringing her home for an in-depth lesson!!Looking at her suitors who were beaten up and unable to take care of themselves, Bella's eye twitches, what about the promise of no fighting?Being forcibly dragged out of the classroom and carried home by a certain jealous king while attending class, what about the promise of no skipping classes?Finally coaxed and deceived into the civil affairs bureau, Bella teared up, damn it, what about the promise of no dating!!!

I just shut the door, why should I kill the devil.

No, I need a demon hunter, Dante, it’s up to you.

Cultists, demons, traitors, and even fanatics, it seems that there are too many things to cut. This world needs justice, and now justice is angry.

(Mainly the PF system, and then the Pathfinder Wrath of Righteous mod. Note that mods are not games.)

(In the end, all the dice in this novel use real dice, not dice girls, nor set by myself.)

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Rhian Locke only wanted strength.To face the monster that slaughtered his parents while he watched, helpless.“I never asked to be your savior. So why should I care?”All he hoped for was to reach a decent rank, hunt that beast down, maybe become a monster hunter, and retire in peace.“I’m not a slave to the gods. I don’t exist to do their bidding.”But the world had made its decision long before he was born.“Patterns are meant to be broken.”------“Boy, I’ve bathed in the blood of your kind. I’ve crushed those stronger than you.”Lightning cracked across the sky. A hammer flew to the hand of a god.“I won’t let a deceiver’s spawn and a whore’s bastard son, stand before me and declare my end.”Rhian stepped forward, blood trailing from his mouth, eyes locked.“I’m not here to declare your end,” he said coldly. “I’m here to fulfill it.”....

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…