Two guards stood in front of the door.


    Avinash whispered from behind the wall, "There are two guards standing there."


    One of the guards noticed the sound and hurled a spear with tremendous speed, breaking through the wall. Avinash narrowly avoided getting hit.


    Seeing the guards approaching, Sayra quickly wrapped chloroform in a blood bubble and hurled it toward the guards'' faces. The bubbles hit the guards directly and burst.


    The effect of the chloroform caused both guards to faint on the spot.


    Sayra turned to Avinash and said, "Next time, keep your mouth shut. Now hurry before someone else shows up."


    Fake God, slapping his forehead, said, "Of course someone''s going to come after hearing that noise! One danger wasn''t enough, and now they''re inviting another. We need to do something."


    Pig Bank said, "Don''t worry. I don''t think anyone would have paid much attention to the noise since most of the guards are near the treasury, and this place is a bit far from there."


    Fake God nodded. "Hurry up. We still need to follow them."


    Avinash and Sayra opened the door and entered. In front of them were numerous books and scrolls arranged on shelves.


    Avinash asked, "Are you sure about this?"


    Sayra closed her eyes and pointed downward. "There. There''s something down there. Definitely something important."


    Avinash said, "Wait. I remember now—this is the same place where we were teleported. There must be a camera here, or at least a magical circle."


    Ignoring him, Sayra walked ahead and said, "I thought you were about to say something useful." She began picking up books and flipping through them.


    Avinash remarked, "It''ll take forever to check all these books. Do you think we have that kind of time?" He placed his hand on the table, causing it to shift slightly.


    A mechanical sound followed, and a hidden passage opened behind the wall.


    Sayra noticed the table and the slightly protruding brick behind it, which had been pressed due to the table''s movement.


    Without wasting any time, she moved forward. Avinash followed her silently.


    As they descended the stairs, Sayra suddenly stopped and stared upward.


    Avinash asked, "What happened?"


    As usual, there was no response from her. Her gaze remained fixed upward.


    After a moment, someone descended the stairs. The figure waved and said, "Hello."


    The newcomer was dressed entirely in black, with their face hidden.


    "I''m not surprised that you two were waiting for me," the figure in black said calmly.


    Sayra asked sharply, "Who are you? And why are you following us? You''re not from the royal family. Could you be a thief?"


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    Fake God interrupted, "Look, I don''t think you two are planning to go against me. All we need is the Black Blood, and you just need to figure out what these people are doing with your blood."


    Sayra, maintaining her composure, said, "How do you know about this? Who are you?"


    Fake God smirked. "You can call me Fake God. As for how I know all this, well, let''s just say I know plenty. And don''t even think about using your Blood Control abilities on me. Sure, I might get caught, but so will you. And trust me, you wouldn''t want that."


    Avinash asked, "What do you want from us? Are you..."


    Fake God cut him off. "Enough with the guessing. Look, you need my help because neither of you knows how to activate the teleportation circle. But I do. And no, I''m not your enemy."


    Sayra said skeptically, "I still don''t trust you."


    Fake God shrugged. "Fine, you''ll believe me soon enough." He pointed toward a rat and asked, "Doesn''t it strike you as odd that there are rats here? These aren''t ordinary rats—they''re demon spies. Don''t you think your cover has already been blown?"


    There was no response from the shadows.


    Fake God spoke again, calmly but firmly, "Alright, then. It''s time to kill the gutter rats and flush them down the drain."


    As he moved forward, the four rats suddenly transformed into shadowy humanoid figures. Their horns and lizard-like tails were barely hidden by their cloaks.


    The four advanced rapidly, aiming to attack Fake God. But before they could strike, they felt their bodies freeze, completely paralyzed.


    Fake God said mockingly, "I bet you''re wondering what''s happened to you. Well, it''s simple—you''ve been poisoned. When and how? That, I''m not telling."


    He turned to Sayra and Avinash. "And you two must understand by now that I can kill you in an instant. So trust me, because you really don''t have another choice."


    Avinash asked, "Who are these people?"


    Fake God walked over to the demon spies and began searching them. "They''re demon spies. They''ve been watching everything for quite some time. The people here think their activities have gone unnoticed, but the truth is far from it."


    He pried open the mouth of one of the spies, extracting something hidden in its teeth. The sight was revolting.


    Turning to Sayra and Avinash, he said, "What are you staring at? Start removing the poison capsules hidden under their teeth. Don''t worry—they''ll remain paralyzed for at least half an hour."


    After some time, Fake God angrily said, "Poor fools. Didn''t find anything special. Shameless people, next time make sure to keep something valuable!"


    He turned to Sayra and Avinash. "You both searched the others, right? Alright, now follow me."


    As they followed him, Avinash whispered, "This guy is way too strange. Do you really trust him? I don''t think he''s trustworthy at all. Who knows when he''ll betray us?"


    Sayra snapped, "Keep your mouth shut. We don''t have a choice but to trust him because, if he wants, he could kill us anytime."


    A magic circle activated.


    Fake God stood inside it and said, "If I''ve done everything correctly, teleportation will start in about three seconds. And you—who''s thinking of jumping out of the circle—stand still in the center!"


    With that, he motioned for Sayra and Avinash to move to the middle of the circle.


    They all felt a sharp pain in their stomachs, and in the next moment, they were somewhere else. A large crowd of people stood there, staring at them.


    Fake God smiled wickedly and said, "Didn''t I tell you? You''d need my help. Let''s go."


    He started walking away casually, but suddenly one of the people in the crowd charged at him.


    The attacker collapsed in the next moment, vomiting blood. Soon, everyone standing there started vomiting blood one after the other.


    Avinash was stunned, unable to understand what was happening. He thought, Maybe they were poisoned too.


    Fake God noticed Avinash looking at the people and said, "Don''t worry. There are more corpses to come. Right now, we''re in the Great Lake Prison—one of the most secret places in this kingdom."


    After following Fake God for a while, they entered a large room filled with countless bottles of blood.


    Sayra and Avinash''s attention was drawn to the bottles. Avinash was shocked to see so much blood. A single question echoed in his mind: What are they doing with so much blood?


    As if reading his thoughts, Fake God said, "Hero blood can enhance anyone''s potential. Suppose a hero''s potential is at gold level, and someone consumes their blood in a limited quantity—it can raise their potential to silver level.


    Or, if a vampire keeps consuming hero blood, there''s a high chance of them evolving. In short, hero blood is extremely valuable to these people.


    The higher the potential of the hero, the more beneficial their blood becomes. But I don''t think this is all they''re up to."


    Sayra said in a calm voice, "You mean to say that our blood is nothing less than a power tonic for these people."


    Fake God replied, "Yes, you can say that, but I don''t think those people just want to do this much."


    Sayra felt something and looked in a particular direction, saying, "Over there..."


    Avinash''s attention turned to Sayra. He asked, "What''s over there?"


    But Sayra didn''t respond and moved ahead.


    Behind them, Fake God was mixing something in the jar of blood.


    Sayra stopped in front of a door as she walked, and Avinash came up to her from behind. Sayra tried to push the door open, but it wouldn''t budge.


    Seeing this, Avinash stepped forward to help her.


    Despite their efforts, the door didn''t open. There wasn''t anything significant around, nor was there any place on the door to insert a key.


    Frustrated, Sayra punched the door, but it didn''t make any impact.


    A voice came from behind, "If I were you, I wouldn''t make such a mistake. You''re just trying to break your hand."


    Fake God approached calmly from behind and said, "I don''t think this door can be opened. It''s sealed with magic. Only someone from the royal family can open it. Forcing it is pointless, as it''s made from a very strong material."


    Avinash asked Sayra, "What''s inside?"


    Sayra replied, "My blood. Why have they kept it separate?"


    Fake God said, "Let''s find out by going inside. Isn''t it funny? These fools made the door so strong, but the walls are still the old stone ones. They''re strong but not that strong."


    He stepped forward, touched the wall, and placed a crystal against it. Counting down from ten, he moved back:


    "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one... zero!"


    There was a loud explosion behind them. The rubble fell to the ground, and the wall was completely destroyed, but the door remained intact.


    Fake God said from behind, "I have to go meet some old friends, so you go ahead." Then he left.


    Watching him leave, Avinash didn''t feel good about it.