My Inner Thoughts Are Heard by the Entire Noble Academy - Chapter 167: Seating Arrangements

Adrien’s tale is a thunderous symphony of vengeance, mystery, and ascension. Awakened with no memory but wielding a shadow-forged blade, he traverses a fractured world where gods rule through fear and silence. His forgotten blood burns with the legacy of the Godslayers—beings once feared even by the divine. As he hunts corrupted gods and unearths shards of unimaginable power, Adrien evolves from a wandering enigma to a force capable of defying fate itself. Twisting through betrayal, hidden empires, and awakening legends, his journey is not just one of survival, but of reclaiming divinity to break the sky itself.

In Zoroastrianism, the mother of evil gods is the source of all evil and darkness!

Legend? Created six demons of “Malicious”, “Chaos”, “Aging”, “Defection”, “Weakness”, and “Destruction”!

Saigo, who obtained the spirit of the “Mother of Evil Gods” in Hakoten, became the “Supreme Supreme” in the overlord;

Look at the ‘ruler of death’, ‘Void Witch’, ‘Tivat’s Demon God’, ‘The Great Demon of Gensokyo’, ‘Dxd’s Demon’, ‘Creator of Demon God Pillar’ and others;

Xixiang is convinced that he has lived up to the name of the “Evil God”;

That being the case, he would shout out the phrase – God is dead!

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