HTLCCBFT Chapter 238

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 238

Cameron was unaware of Oliver’s conversation with the God of Wealth.

His face remained ashen from the other’s earlier offensive remarks, lips pressed into a tight line, his entire body radiating a fierce and violent aura.

After waiting in silence for a while, he finally caught the covert hand signal from Ahmi—the knight captain who had remained loyal to him for years, even storming the palace to fatally stab the unprepared old king.

Realizing the other had completed the deployment and Oliver had no possible escape, Cameron’s foul mood instantly lifted. A malicious smile curled his lips: “Is this all you’re capable of? Don’t think you can rely on these trembling commoners—like a flock of sheep—to oppose my army. Ha, and those ridiculous deserters! I’m also curious—how long do you plan to hide those hunting dogs your doting father left you? Fosse, Loyel, and Noel?”

The golden-haired duke, who had ignored the king since asking those three questions, finally looked at him.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Oliver did not draw the azure cat god’s sword, nor did he wear more than one ring of the cat god. Instead, he calmly produced a palm-sized wooden slingshot—the crude sort street children might craft for play.

Everyone was stunned, including Cameron.

By any measure, it was an utterly ordinary, laughably fragile little slingshot.

One could imagine that even with the rubber band pulled taut, its pitifully small stone projectiles might at most injure a bird perched on a nearby tree—but could never harm the king standing atop the high walls nearly a hundred meters away.

Holding this seemingly absurd weapon, Oliver gazed at the deity gradually solidifying into a large cat form—his divine lover who had lightly landed before the king—and playfully winked before breaking into a radiant smile.

His eyelids lowered slightly, like a devotee praying to their wholeheartedly believed deity, oblivious to the peril around him. Bathed in golden sunlight, his jade-white features and slender, elegant form appeared soft and sacred.

Eyes brimming with tenderness, he murmured softly: “bless me, my dear beloved.”

Yes.

Delighted by the first-time endearing prefix and plea, the golden cat happily bounced upward. Remembering its task, it restrained the urge to eagerly dash over, merely giving a gentle “paw wave.”

A small golden mist coalesced beneath its paw wrapped in golden haze, drifting slowly toward Oliver. Like fresh snow melting in sunlight, it soon merged completely into the abundant divine power generously enveloping the deity’s young lover.

Finally, the golden mist dispersed into fragments resembling spring drizzle or early winter snowflakes—glistening specks reflecting brilliant sunlight enveloped the tiny slingshot, swiftly transforming it into an unusual pale gold.

Upon closer inspection, one could discern faint ripples of light flowing across its surface, symbolizing the abundant divine power now saturating it.

Oliver gripped the small, delicate handle of the slingshot, and after a short while, he unexpectedly received a belated notification from the increasingly sluggish game system.

【Cat God’s Slingshot】.

He mused with interest that if the system had any humanity, it would surely be utterly perplexed by this unfamiliar object.

After a considerable length of time, perhaps influenced by divine power, it actually managed to identify this brand-new weapon.

Description One: “A somewhat whimsical weapon, yet its lethality is astonishingly powerful—depending entirely on the ammunition you choose to load.”

Just as Oliver unconsciously smiled and prepared to look away, more descriptions slowly emerged.

Description Two: “It can only be wielded by the Cat God’s one and only beloved.

Undoubtedly, the joy and love the God holds for their sole beloved are as vast and boundless as the power bestowed upon this seemingly farcical little slingshot.”

Oliver’s smile deepened at the corners of his lips.

He averted his gaze, though his peripheral vision caught the belated Description Three, causing only a slight pause.

“Description Three: Your wrath is the God’s wrath, your will, the God’s will.”

Watching Oliver truly intend to confront him with that flimsy, seemingly fragile little slingshot, Cameron raised an eyebrow and burst into exaggerated laughter on the spot.

The sycophantic ministers and attendants behind him joined in, roaring with laughter.

What they failed to notice was that amidst the uproarious laughter, the expressions on the faces of the commoners who had first gathered around Oliver remained as calm as ever.

They gazed quietly at Oliver, much like fervent believers devoutly gazing upon their God—showing no sign of finding the small slingshot in his hand absurd, nor any fear that he would lead them to ruin.

As Oliver seemed lost in thought, Cameron finally stopped laughing.

He slowly wiped away a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye and feigned pity, saying, “Oh, my poor brother Oliver, surely you don’t mean to attack the King—your magnanimous elder brother to whom you owe allegiance—with that ridiculous ‘weapon,’ do you? Why hasn’t Fosse shown up yet? That damned vicious dog, which that senile old fool once tied with a ribbon and gifted to you, should be rushing out to shield you by now, shouldn’t he? With his desperate protection, I had thought the armory of Gregor City wouldn’t be reduced to such dire straits—”

“Cameron.”

Oliver suddenly spoke, cutting off his frenzied rambling.

After rummaging through his game backpack, he casually retrieved a piece of gold ore.

Then, nonchalantly, he placed the fist-sized gold ore into the slingshot and slowly drew it taut.

With a faint smile, he closed one eye and squinted the other, aiming at him with effortless ease.

His relaxed demeanor was as if he were playing a joke that was bound to be met with enthusiastic applause.

“You don’t even deserve the chance to repent.”

Having effortlessly aimed at the dismissive King, he calmly uttered his final words to his blood-related elder brother.

Completely disregarding his words, Cameron sneered and finally ran out of patience, waving his hand to signal the waiting knight commander, Ahmi, to end this ridiculous farce: “You—”

But faster than his movement was that small, delicate slingshot.

With just a slight release of the pale, slender index finger, accompanied by a crisp “snap,” the gold ore serving as ammunition vanished in an instant.

Only Oliver could see the damage numbers that abruptly appeared above Cameron’s head—”-150.” The lethality of gold ore, second only to magic ore, had landed a solid critical hit on the king, who was clad only in his ostentatious, impractical robes.

Without even half a scream, the king—who had been about to order the knight commander to kill this foolish brother—now had a terrifying, fist-sized hole blasted through his chest with a sickening “thump”!

The expression of the king, killed by that ridiculous slingshot, was forever frozen in arrogance.

“Your Majesty—!!!!”

Someone screamed heartrendingly.

The lifeless body slumped to the ground, and under the disbelieving, horrified gazes of all present, crimson blood gushed out like a spring.

Though his body was still warm, even burning hot, anyone could see that even if the best doctors in the entire capital—or even those barber-surgeons most skilled at dealing with severed limbs—were summoned, they could never save a king with such a massive hole in his chest.

The most terrifying part was that they couldn’t begin to comprehend how Duke Oliver had done it—with that absurd little slingshot?!

“God, oh god! This is impossible!!”

“Check on His Majesty!”

“Damn it, what just happened?!”

Some, driven by deeply ingrained loyalty or interests tied closely to the king, rushed forward without a second thought.

But after their panicked inspection, they despairingly realized: the king, who had been so arrogant moments ago, was now a breathless corpse, bleeding incessantly.

Others reacted more quickly, decisively abandoning the now-useless lump of dead flesh, loudly begging Oliver for forgiveness while scrambling to hide behind walls that could shield their bodies.

Though they didn’t know how Duke Oliver had done it, or whether their evasive actions were futile—

Everyone had seen his aiming motion, just like someone using a real slingshot!

Lost in sudden, intense fear, the chaotic crowd failed to notice that Oliver’s gaze wasn’t on them at all.

Among those present, only the cat god—and Oliver, who was completely enveloped and protected by the cat god’s divine power—could clearly see Cameron’s soul body slowly detaching from his corpse after being killed by the slingshot.

Under the dazzling sunlight, the “star” formed by his soul was actually a grayish-black color—not only devoid of the radiance symbolizing virtue and nobility, but even shrouded in a curse-like black mist.

Those who had just passed away retained most of their memories and consciousness for a very brief time.

Oliver now saw that it seemed completely disoriented, lingering over its original body, unwilling to depart like other souls.

The soul drifted upward as if by instinct.

Although it could not defy the will of the law and would soon gradually lose its memories, forced to ascend to the heavens…

The large golden cat, who had been idly squatting nearby, suddenly perked up.

This was a new task given by his dear little lover—an important one that only he could accomplish.

Though still immersed in the sweetness of happiness, the memories imparted by his divinity instinctively drove him to perform well before the one he adored.

Thus, even though it was a filthy, grimy “star” so repulsive that even Deyth, the God of Death, would pinch his nose in disgust, he mustered all his strength and focused completely—the moment its full form emerged, like a true big cat patiently hunting by a trap, he pounced with agility and ferocity.

In an instant, the shadow of the golden cat firmly pressed the grimy soul beneath his paw pad.

At the same time, he released countless strands of divine power, instantly knocking out the people secretly ambushed by Knight Ahmi, rendering them completely unable to take any action.

Of course, Cameron had no way of knowing this: the originally spherical “star” was abruptly flattened under the overwhelming force of the divine body.

It seemed to feel a terrifying pain never experienced by anyone before; even reduced to a pitiful, paper-thin existence, it struggled violently, trying to break free from the restraint of that “paw pad.”

Naturally, it was impossible to succeed.

The tips of the golden cat’s ears twitched slightly, and without a second thought, he lifted his head to look at his beloved little lover, awaiting further specific instructions.

Despite its wretched state, Oliver felt not a shred of pity.

Upon receiving a slight nod from his little partner, he wasted no more time. With a slight increase of pressure from the paw pad that had been lightly resting on the soul sphere—

The unsightly “star,” shimmering with dark energy, burst like a bubble pushed to its limit, with a sharp “pop.”

The faint black mist, so weak it was almost invisible even to Oliver, rapidly dissipated like a drop of water falling into hot oil—hissing before vanishing completely, into true and utter annihilation.

Strictly speaking, this was undoubtedly the first person Oliver had ever truly and completely “killed.”

For some reason, his mood was surprisingly calm, even to himself, and he even had the leisure to glance at the 【combat】 skill, which had finally reached 100% progress due to the earlier strike.

The progress bar, stuck at 99% for nearly three months, now shimmered with dazzling golden light, just like when his other professional skills had maxed out.

It seemed he would be forced to visit that white divine temple again.

Oliver thought, with this, all his professional skills were now maxed out, and he could completely set aside matters of the game system from now on.

For now, he needed to find a suitable person to handle the aftermath.

So, he turned easily toward the big cat, who was radiating “obedience” as he awaited the next request, and said with a faint smile, “Now, I need you to bring Abino—”

His words cut off abruptly.

Without any warning, Oliver’s vision went completely dark, and he collapsed on the spot.

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