"Aina, I remember, then, let's say goodbye tonight." Yang Cong waved his hand and left the hall of the Tower of Babylon with a smile.

"Yeah, go slowly." Aina nodded and waved goodbye.

"Yang Cong..."

Aina was sorting out the documents and thinking about other things in her mind. If possible, could I become his exclusive consultant?

It is necessary for newbies in dungeons to have a consultant, of course, this personal charm and money link.

But being proactive is not too proactive?

A blush appeared at the top of Aina's tender little ears.

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The guild is the tallest building in the city of Orali in the maze city - the Tower of Babylon. It is used to monitor the abnormalities of the maze and the facilities of the guild management, public facilities, sales offices, commercial facilities, etc. The upper floor is the residence of the gods.

Yang Cong seemed very helpless when he left the guild because he was still worried about what he would eat next.

However, my God should prepare something delicious by myself.

Although Yang Cong thought so, he felt that the rain boots were unrealistic in his heart.

At this time, the sky had begun to dim, and the street lights on the street emitted a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire street. The surrounding stalls were not closed, as lively as during the day.

No, it is more lively than during the day. After all, most adventurers go to the dungeon to adventure.

At this time, we should sigh, night is the time for adventurers to come out for free!

Yang Cong seemed to have seen nothing and left the busy streets and walked towards the ruins outside.

The originally noisy and noisy surroundings gradually became quieter, and the distance between street lights gradually increased. Until a section of the road ahead, the street lights had disappeared.

This means that Yang Cong has reached the end of the road.

Yang Cong currently lives in a small chapel among the ruins.

There is no way. My goddess is too poor. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the poorest God in the world.

Not to mention the Tower of Babylon, even the surrounding areas can’t afford to live in. I can only find such a place that costs money to take with me. If the goddess looks like this, she really lives to the point of being a dog.

There is no way. After all, Hestia cannot use any divine power after coming to the lower realm. Even in the heavenly realm, she owes the debt to the forging goddess Hephaestus, and she doesn't know when she can pay it off.

Therefore, the dignified female god can only fall into a place where only wanderers can live.

Just like the church in front of me, which was originally built to express my worship of God, has almost become ruins.

From the appearance, there are traces of broken and peeling stone everywhere. It gives people the feeling that it disappears from people's memories and even the long river of history after years of years.

Entering the dilapidated church, the house has a semi-destructive degree that is not inferior to the outside.

Weeds grew densely between the cracks of the broken floor.

Most of the ceiling above the head has fallen off, basically it is equivalent to nothing.

Yang Cong continued to walk in. There was an altar in front of him. He did not stop, but went directly to a small room in front of the altar and walked in.

There is a row of bookshelf inside, and behind the innermost bookshelf is a staircase extending to the ground.

When he reached the end of the stairs, he pushed open the wooden door and Yang Cong greeted: "Tia, I'm back."

"Oh! OK, welcome back!" Hestia lay on the purple sofa, holding an open book in her hand in a lying back.

Hearing Yang Cong's voice, he immediately stood up, looked at Yang Cong's whole body carefully, and then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and greeted Yang Cong with a relaxed smile.

After all, he is such a poor, such a dish, and such a weak god. He finally had a family, and Hestia held all her expectations for Yang Cong.

But to put it bluntly, I am worried that Yang Cong will abandon him.

After all, his fame and strength in the lower world are not as good as any other god.

As the sky gradually faded, Yang Cong returned without seeing her, and Hestia's heart gradually sank.

However, hearing this unique voice and title, Hestia seemed to have a new light.

Hestia is undoubtedly an extremely beautiful goddess. Her appearance and physique are just like the name of "Luoli God", but she has a plump upper circumference and is known as "***luoli". She passes through her chest and tied to her arms.

"I went to register for adventurers today and I can go to the dungeon tomorrow." Yang Cong walked into the door and sat down in front of the sofa and said.

Hestia then brought out a plate of potato balls. When she heard Yang Cong's words, she couldn't help but worry: "The dungeon is very dangerous...it's better..."

However, before Hestia finished speaking, Yang Cong was soon interrupted.

Yang Cong smiled faintly and said, "It's okay, Tiya, have you kept me at home and then we starved to death here together? Besides, does Tiya have no confidence in me?"

"There is confidence, but Tiya is the only one..." Hestia was eating the food in her hands without any bites, a little sad: "Although Tiya is a mascot, everyone passing by said it is cute, but there are still no one who wants to join my 'family'. Everyone says Tiya's name Hestia has never heard of it. These people are really too realistic!"

Hestia said, looking at Yang Cong, and then said, "I'm sorry, let you sign a contract with me like an incompetent god."

Hestia has only recently come down from the upper realm. Before meeting Yang Cong, she has been staying at her friend's home and indulging in the world of books produced by the lower realm.

Without the currency, I borrowed it from my friend Hephaestus, the God of Fire.

He is simply a sloppy otakus god! Such an attitude aroused the anger of his friend Hephaestus.

She couldn't stand it and threw Hestia out. This room located in the underground of the church was the last friendship of that friend.

Therefore, although Hestia, who has just arrived and has no skill, has experienced extremely difficult times. In the lower realm, she is just a human form and will be hungry!

Until he met Yang Cong, who had just come to this world, he was still doing nothing.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you, I promise." Yang Cong looked at Hestia and said.

"That's great, Tiya is so happy." The God of Hestia was watery in her big eyes, obviously very moved by what Yang Cong said.

"So, I want to become stronger and can protect Tiya enough!" Yang Cong couldn't count the love words he said, and this kind of thing was simply easy to use.

"Well! Tiya must work hard too!" Hestia took a bite of the potato balls.

"Let's start the first update now!" Tiya retracted her hand and rubbed her eyes.

Then he ate the potato balls in his other hand randomly and looked at Yang Cong with anticipation.

Although Tiya has few family members, the gift of God is exactly the same as that of others and there will be no difference. After receiving the gift, no matter who it is, it starts from the same starting point.

What will develop into later depends on your personal situation.

Therefore, it is definitely not God's incompetence, but the incompetence of his family.

In the corner of the room, Yang Cong was naked, with his upper body facing down, and lay straight on the bed.

As for Hestiahong, she was sitting on Yang Cong's back with a face.

Hestia stretched out her hand and kept stroking Yang Cong's back.

Once, twice, repeatedly in one place, as if to give Yang Cong a relaxed massage, gently stroked her. Then, she took out a needle and pierced her hand. The overflowing blood slowly dripped on Yang Cong's back.

The red blood drops falling on the skin were like ripples spreading, completely penetrated into Yang Cong's back.

For example, to relieve her tension or to relieve Yang Cong's tension under her, Hestia pretended to chat with Yang Cong casually: "What is Cong's dream?"

Yang Cong secretly felt the ultimate softness and faint fragrance on his body, and replied: "If you dream, go to the place you want to go."

"Want to go to? Dungeon?"

Hestia shook her head and then stretched out her fingers and portrayed them on Yang Cong's back.

God used their sacred words to carve it on them with divine blood. This is a power that only God has, which can greatly improve the power of the target object.

Of course, there are also things like "experience value".

Obtaining through various events, as the text says, is something you have experienced.

Experience values ​​are invisible, and they are not created by people in the lower realm with their own hands.

What you want to say is equivalent to the history you have experienced.

Gods extracted events hidden in this history, such as "destroying the monster" and turned it into food for growth.

For gods and men, those are visible and operational. Perhaps similar to the rituals in ancient times, such as those that are praised and blessed after defeating the enemy.

The summary is to fight monsters and upgrade equipment, which is simple and violent!

However, the upgrade here must be controlled by the Supreme God.

The light flashed from behind, and the divine culture drawn by Hestia was black and engraved on Yang Cong's back.

"Okay!" Hestia clapped her little hands: "In this way, you can accept the experience value of the dungeon monster and enhance yourself!"

Everyone's initial is the same, and each attribute is level one.

The difference is just the original physical fitness and ability of the individual.

However, your original ability will not appear immediately, but will continue to integrate into your attributes as you fight.
Chapter completed!