The Max Level Hero Has Returned!-Chapter 1062

The more bizarre her behavior became, the more frustrated Davey felt. There was still no way to figure out her actions or her intentions, but he knew one thing for certain: once she accomplished whatever it was she was aiming for, that’d be the moment when he could confirm the foundational structure of the sealing magic that used divine power. He knew it’d take a bit of patience, and for the moment, he had no other choice but to trust her.

“So, what do we do next?”

She had been quietly chewing on the steamed potato like it was a completely new experience. After swallowing it slowly, she nodded before writing in her notebook. Her face was expressionless, but he could sense that she was satisfied.

[Move.]

Seeing her words, Davey didn’t ask any further questions and simply moved on. “Honestly, I’m kinda surprised. I definitely didn’t expect you to communicate like this.”

All he could do was silently follow her and do whatever she asked.

[That.] This time, what she pointed to was none other than an ongoing outdoor play.

‘I swear on my mama that watching the play still won’t stir up any emotion in her.’

The content seemed to be praising the Arbute royal family, but the script was so cheaply written that it could only be described as propaganda. Still, even if it was that bad, he figured it might hit differently for Goddess Freyja, so Davey kept his eyes on her throughout the play just in case. Her expression didn’t change one bit, staying blank, though it somehow gave off a strange sense of pity.

“Goddess Freyja, no offense, but I really don’t understand your intentions. I don’t even know how you, a god from the past, knows me so well in the first place. Why are you doing this?”

[Aria.]

“What? That was just a disguise that you—” he began.

She cut him off and once again held out her notebook, underlining the name Aria. He waited for her to continue, since she probably knew what was going on with Perserque better than anyone else. Stopping in her tracks, she looked at Davey and scribbled in her notebook again.

[Twenty four hours.]

“Just one day?”

[Grace through faith. That which the Saint desires.]

That phrasing was from the very prayers Davey used to say.

Her answer was simple: if he followed her without complaint for an entire day, she would present him with a solution. Though he figured a day wasn’t too much to give, it still felt like it could be a waste of time. Even so, he knew he wouldn’t really have any other options left if he turned her offer down.

Her power was at best that of a 5th Circle mage with a bit of divine power. In a world where 5th Circle mages were relatively common, that was nothing special. There was no way anyone would believe she was the God of Creation, practically an eternal transcendent being that couldn’t be harmed by anything in existence.

“Phew.” In the end, Davey gave up and decided to just do whatever she wanted until she was satisfied.

Swoosh.

She suddenly disappeared in a flurry, though it wasn’t long before she returned with a snack from god-knows-where and held it out to him.

“What is this?”

The way she presented it was like telling him to open his mouth. When he did, she awkwardly shoved the entire snack in.

“Mmgh! Mmph!”

Even after his muffled protests, she curiously tilted her head and kept feeding him more. Only after he managed to force it all down did she then nod in satisfaction.

“Is this payback for me being rude or something?”

She tilted her head again.

[The union of immature life.]

A date between a man and a woman.

[Communication between two lives is necessary.]

So basically, since they were on a date, feeding each other was a natural act. At least, that seemed to be the point she was trying to make.

‘Sure. Why not.’

She was a transcendent being, yet her actions and perspective felt surprisingly naive. Davey seriously doubted whether the divine will of the God of Creation could truly connect with a mere living being in broad daylight, or why they bothered at all. Her inexplicable behavior didn’t stop there, either. She silently dragged Davey around to watch various street performances and sat with him to share a meal, all the while maintaining her blank face.

Feeling more and more irritated inside, Davey finally looked at her and asked carefully, “Was it impossible to completely control Per’s memories and trauma without using your special power?”

She looked at Davey while munching on a piece of cake. After cutely swallowing it, she nodded quietly. If it weren’t for her, Per would’ve been lost to the past already. Of course, considering she had tried to keep Perserque intact as the Demon King, maybe the miracle behind it had something to do with that too.

She pointed somewhere.

“What’s going on?” He saw a group of men and women dressed in ragged clothes, their hands bound as soldiers dragged them somewhere. “Soldiers? Who are those people?”

She didn’t answer his question. He wondered if she was holding back from speaking to prevent her power from leaking out.

“Why aren’t you talking? You could speak just fine when we first met.”

She finally responded, writing something down in her notebook.

[There is a price for everything someone does.]

“A price? You’re saying there’s a cost to having a conversation?”

[Avatar. Possession form. A shell unaware of the truth.]

‘Ah.’

She was saying that while she could speak in that form, doing so would make her unable to help Davey directly. It left a strange feeling in his chest.

“Okay, so who are they?”

She pointed directly at them, as if telling him to figure it out himself.

Davey tossed one of the local coins he’d received from Ares to a nearby street vendor and asked, “Who are those people?”

“Huh? You don’t know?”

“No, I’m a traveler and this is my first time here.”

“Hmmm. I see. Tsk. They’re just a bunch of rebels, part of a criminal group in this country.”

‘They’re supposed to be a criminal group? They don’t seem at all like broken or defeated to be criminals, though. Their expressions and the way they’re carrying themselves look too resolute and passionate. Hm.’

“Traitors? Are you saying they tried to start a rebellion or something?”

“They call themselves the Resistance Army, and they’ve caused quite a bit of harm to this country. I even heard they killed a whole bunch of nobles, though I don’t really know the details. Ah, but see that redhead in the middle?” the vendor pointed out.

Davey shifted his gaze and saw a young man standing out in the group. He had striking red hair with a sturdy, muscular build covered in scars. His hair was disheveled, but his eyes burned with intensity.

“He’s Red Scorpion, someone pretty well-known around here. Word is, those hands of his have reaped dozens of lives. The rest of that rabble are his followers, or at least what's left of them. It was recently announced that they’re getting publicly executed in three days at the square.”

“A public execution, huh? That’s just brutal and needlessly macabre.”

The vendor jumped like he’d seen a ghost and scanned his surroundings nervously before sighing deeply. “Shh! Don’t go around saying things like that. You’ll be in serious trouble if someone from the government hears you.”

A rebel of the city-state Arbute, nicknamed the Red Scorpion. Judging by his presence alone, Davey guessed his skill level to be at least Master-level. Seeing someone that powerful rendered into such a helpless state, it was clear that the restraints on his wrists were exceptional.

“He’s pretty skilled, that one.” After Davey silently watched the group be dragged away, he turned to ask Goddess Freyja again, “Why did you want me to see them specifically?”

In his current state, Davey didn’t have access to any of his powers like the authority of the Abyss. He couldn’t sense the current statuses or emotions of people directly, restricted to simply inferring from their expressions and behavior.

Considering his question, she stared into his eyes for a while before finally writing something.

[Do you want to save them?]

Davey could tell her question carried a lot of weight, especially after learning how much effort it took to do anything.

“No. Do I have any reason to save a bunch of rebels from another country? Even the smallest action here in the past could trigger a huge butterfly effect.”

Every human action altered the future. As long as he didn’t disrupt the major course of events, the impact might stay minimal. However, just one wrong move could lead to unimaginable consequences.

After a moment of silence, she slowly wrote something else.

[I respect your choice.]

Then she quietly continued walking. After that? She truly did nothing else, simply strolling through the streets as Davey followed silently at her side. They walked like that for a while until, eventually, she gently reached out and held his hand. To anyone watching, they would’ve looked like a quiet, awkward couple on a first date. Davey couldn't bring himself to believe that a transcendent being like Goddess Freyja could ever develop romantic feelings for a mere mortal.

Then, as they were walking in silence, a trumpet suddenly blared through the air before the people crowding the streets immediately parted to both sides, dropping to their knees. Some of the more overbearing royals of various kingdoms liked to stage this kind of spectacle during their processions. To be frank, it wasn’t even that rare a sight. Still, there was no way Davey was going to bow to someone he didn’t even know, so he quietly slipped into a nearby alleyway to avoid the scene.

Goddess Freyja, on the other hand, slowly bowed her head with the rest of the crowd, just as if she were just an ordinary person. She was the Primordial God of Creation, a being whose very existence was noble. No royals—or demigods for that matter—were worthy of even looking at the ground she walked on.

Knowing her true identity made his instincts flare up, so he wanted to rush out and pull her to her feet right that instant. Watching her was like watching a loved one being humiliated. Davey hoped it wasn’t the stigmata that made him feel that way, but he couldn’t say for sure.

Soon, a large open carriage began making its way through the path the crowd had cleared. It carried a large, hulking nobleman. Wearing a relaxed smile, he slowly made his way down the boulevard of eyes that gleamed. Davey narrowed his eyes at the man, briefly tempted to make every hair on his head fall out before coming back to his senses.

‘Right. I shouldn’t go around doing stuff like that. Frustrating.’

“Ahh!”

When the horses passed by, one of them kicked a stone that flew and hit a small child in the head. The child’s scream drew the crowd’s attention for a brief moment, but they quickly bowed even lower.

The noble’s attention was also drawn. “Hm?”

“We’re sorry, Chancellor!” A woman sprang to her feet and rushed out, cradling the child in her arms before she deeply bowed. “My child acted carelessly! Please, have mercy!”

She looked completely terrified.

The man addressed as chancellor only gave a hearty laugh, “Hahaha, no worries, it’s fine. Is the child hurt?”

“W-Well...” The woman hesitated, her eyes darting nervously.

One of the knights sternly barked, “Hey! The chancellor is asking you a question! Answer at once!”

“Y-Yes! Truly, everything is fine! Please show mercy.”

“Mercy? My foolish horse injured your child, so why would you be the one asking for forgiveness? That doesn’t make sense, does it?” The chancellor stepped down from his carriage, eyes gleaming.

“W-Well...”

“Hmm. That’s quite the nasty cut, isn’t it? Someone come and load this mother and child into the carriage. Since my reckless horse caused an accident, I’ll have to compensate them properly.”

“Pardon, sir?”

“I said, put them in the carriage.”

One of the knights looked confused for a moment, then nodded as if he’d just understood something, finally helping the woman and child onto the carriage.

The chancellor shifted his gaze to eventually land on the nearby Goddess Freyja. “Hm?”

She didn’t say a word, keeping her head bowed.

“You there. Raise your head.”

Out of all the people in the crowd, the chancellor just had to pick her. He approached her with a smile that seemed friendly enough and repeated himself. Only then did she slowly raise her head and meet his eyes.

“Hmm.”

“Chancellor, is something wrong?”

“No, nothing. I just thought she resembled someone I used to know.” He turned away without another word and continued on.

Once the chancellor was gone, the people began rising back to their feet.

“As expected, Chancellor is a truly benevolent man.”

“Who could disagree?”

As they chattered away, Goddess Freyja turned back to Davey and posed another question.

[Will you save me?]

Davey had no response.

* * *

As soon as night fell, Goddess Freyja stopped their sightseeing and told Davey to secure a place to stay. It wasn’t long before he’d found decent accommodation and booked a room. After that expense, he’d used up most of the money that Sword God Ares had given him, so he needed to start spending more carefully.

“Please lie down and rest. I’m going to splash myself with some cold water.”

She sat on the bed in silence, gazing up at him, and then grabbed his arm.

“What is it?”

She slowly extended her hand and pointed to the floor.

“You want me to do it here?”

Using a clean spell would be easy, but Davey had only meant to step out so he could avoid getting her wet. It would seem that the plan was meaningless.

Feeling deflated, Davey sat in the chair on the other side of the bed, where she sat quietly with her hands in her lap. “It’s been a full day now. Isn’t it time you showed me the spell structure?”

Whether she was the Freyja of the past or the future didn’t matter. A promise was a promise, and Davey had spent the entire day entertaining her.

“To be honest, I still don’t get what you want. Even as an avatar, descending like this shouldn’t be possible. You know that, don’t you?”

She quietly stared at him while sitting at the edge of the bed, then slowly leaned back and closed her eyes, seemingly about to sleep.

“Wait a minute! This is not how this was supposed to go,” he complained.

She slowly opened her eyes, pulled out her notebook, and wrote something.

[Twenty four hours.]

“Don’t tell me you meant exactly twenty four hours?”

She nodded, somehow still managing to look oddly cute.

She gazed at Davey in silence for a while, then slowly reached out again to take his arm. After gently pulling him toward her, she laid his head on her lap. Awkwardly reaching out her hand, she began to stroke his forehead.

“This could be considered adultery, you know.”

She looked down at him with her usual blank face. After a moment of silence, she raised one hand toward the air. When Davey began to lift his head in curiosity, light began to gather at her fingertips. A wave of bluish energy manifested before forming into a magical circle, its intricate patterns drawn from both elemental mana and divine power.

Davey instantly recognized it to be the foundational structure of the memory seal placed on Per. He focused, capturing every detail of the circle as it morphed. With newfound knowledge, he could prevent Per from mentally collapsing under the weight of her trauma.

He could improve her condition!

Yet not long before, Goddess Freyja had asked him to wait a full twenty four hours. He couldn’t understand her change of heart.

[Wanted to show you.]

It was as if she had read his thoughts, and Davey stared at her blankly.

Then the structure began to shift again—this time mingled with some power similar to the power of the Abyss—until it eventually resembled the current form of the memory-sealing magic he knew. He memorized the entire structure, though he couldn’t help but click his tongue at its out-of-the-world complexity.

“No wonder Odin couldn’t crack it.”

It wasn’t just an issue of structure. Unless certain hidden conditions were met, it was like an impregnable puzzle palace—no analysis method in the world could unravel it.

After showing him the light, she reached out and gently brushed his cheek. The strange atmosphere hung in the air. She stared at him for a long time, then slowly leaned in to place her soft lips against his cheek before pulling back.

For a moment, Davey was sure he saw something change in her expression for the first time as she blushed. It was an unmistakable sign of embarrassment! It only lasted a second, but it was more than enough to surprise him.

[Thank you.]

“This god...”

[If you choose not to get involved any furthe—]

Before she could finish writing her sentence, the room’s wooden door exploded inward, and a thick smoke-like substance began pouring into the room. Davey recognized it to be sleeping gas, so he frowned and moved to blow it all away—only for her to grab his arm to stop him.

She quickly raised her notebook. The previous sentence was erased, and new words began appearing.

[This is where you go back.]

Her divine power suddenly surged, just enough to force Davey out of the space. As soon as he came to his senses and forced his way back, he realized she was gone, leaving him unsure what she had even been trying to do.

‘You know what? I’m just going to go ask her myself.’

“There’s a limit to how much someone can tolerate.”

He wondered if she really thought he was just going to smile and get going if she simply and suddenly disappeared. Between when she ejected him from the space and when he’d returned, some considerable time had passed. In fact, it was just enough time for someone to break in and abduct her. She didn’t even bother to resist and simply went with them, as if it were a fated encounter she couldn’t possibly evade.

Since she had already shown him the fundamental structure of the memory-sealing spell, there was no longer any reason to stay there. When she sent him out, she had even given him the power to return to his original world.

Whoever kidnapped her, it was laughable to think they could do anything to her. Even so, Davey couldn’t help but feel irritated.

“These bastards really think I’m some kind of pushover, huh.”

He knew all too well that if he did anything there, it could drastically alter the future. Clearly, the smart thing to do was to walk away. Yet he didn’t.

Crash!! Boom!!

Davey vaulted up to the rooftop. Looking over the street, he spotted several figures quickly vanishing into the distance. They were carrying a human-shaped bundle over their shoulders, with no mystery as to guess who it contained. Despite being the God of Creation, she was being kidnapped like a sack of rice by her own creations. If Neltarid or Thanatos saw it, they’d probably pass out on the spot.

She really was a being Davey couldn’t understand, but one thing was crystal clear. There was no way he could leave her to be taken like that when even without using divine power or mana, his instincts screamed at him that he couldn’t let it happen. It was imperative that he stop her from being taken. Yet, he was still uncertain if it was really okay to make moves when it could alter the future in myriad ways.

That hesitation held him in place for a heartbeat before he stepped forward.

[Grace to those who believe.]

That was what she had said at the beginning. He wondered if her idea of belief was limited only to the deal they’d made over the magic cast on Per.

Ssss.

As if they had been waiting, multiple figures stepped out of the shadows to block his path.

“Leave now, and we’ll spare your life.”

“Let me ask you something,” Davey said, eyes narrowing. “The bastard behind this—is it who I think it is?”

He already knew the answer, but he asked anyway.

One of the assassins stepped forward, flashing a blade as he sneered, “Watch your mouth. You’re talking about a noble being you could never even hope to look up to in your pathetic life. I will say it again! Turn back now, and we’ll let you live.”

Davey slowly raised his middle finger. “Fuck off.”

A dark, demonic silhouette began to rise and ripple in the air behind him like smoke.

The moment the assassins laid eyes on it, their expressions hardened.

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