Chapter 111 Super Evolved Salted Fish
"Xiu, what is this?"

Fors pointed at the round eyeball on the back of her hand. She was confused as to why this thing appeared on the back of her right hand when she woke up in Tingen City.

"What?" Xio, who was holding the newspaper, turned her head and saw Fors fiddling with the pupil symbol on the back of her hand. She looked like a lively cat.

"This is the Society of Knowledge!"

"Yes, not only that, I also have a lot of knowledge about the extraordinary world in my mind." Fors said lazily.

“I don’t know whether these contents are true or not.”

"Well, maybe you can ask... I suggest you go to church." Xio thought for a long time and gave his suggestion.

“No need to go to church.”

This caused the sound of Fors' PTSD syndrome to emanate, waking her up immediately.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Miss Amon appeared in front of the two with a smile on her face.

“Yes, yes, yes, it’s you!” The stuttering Fors woke up from his daze like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Who are you?!" Xio looked at Amon with a serious expression.

Miss Amon tapped her chin with her finger and chuckled, "I am Amon, don't worry, I am just the referee of this Stigmata War and explain the rules to Fors."

"What is the Stigmata War?" Xio asked directly the core question.

"The Stigmata War, this is a ritual, a... great ritual magic."

Amon's tone was not quick. She explained to the two what the Stigmata War was in her capacity as a referee.

The cause of the Stigmata War was simple. It was just that Medea, the emissary of the Society of Knowledge, drew a ritual magic - the Stigmata War in order to gain the attention of the Lord of Knowledge.

Participants in the Stigmata War need to defeat the other six contestants in the city of Tingen using the stigmata, the mystical symbol mark of the Master of Knowledge, and obtain the stigmata in their hands.

After collecting all seven holy scars, Master Boshi lowered his gaze...

"The rule of the Stigmata War is that there are no rules, no matter what method you use."

"Okay, now that the rules have been introduced, it's time to get down to business."

"What's the matter?" Xio looked at Amon suspiciously and warily.

Amon held his chin in his hand, looked Fors up and down, and spoke when she was about to speak.

"Your enemies are strong. Compared to them, you have no hope of winning."

"Ah?" Fors opened her big eyes in confusion.

What does it mean to have no hope?

"A true god's follower who can attract angels or gods, maybe you should call him the Son of God."

"A creature that has the offspring of an evil god, divine qualities, and very good luck."

“One who can get direct help from a Sequence One angel.”

“…Can I surrender?” Fors asked seriously.

I'm just an ordinary low-sequence Beyonder. You let me compete with these monsters and demons. Aren't you thinking too highly of me?
Xio clenched his fists and spoke bluntly: "We will lose."

"No, no, no." Miss Amon kept shaking her head.

She opened her palm, and in the palm was a scarlet gem.

"You have a chance to win."

"what??"

Didn't you just say that I had no chance of winning?

Why is there such a contradiction now?

Amon patiently explained: "I have taken away the Red Moon Curse from you, so you naturally have no chance of winning."

"But now, the stigmata can suppress the red moon curse, and you have a chance of winning."

After that, Amon threw the scarlet gem to Fors.

"Wait." After taking the gem, Fors called out to Amon who was about to leave, and asked with a troubled look in her eyes.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Let me make it clear that I'm not helping you." Miss Amon tapped her palm lightly with her fingers.

"The Red Moon Curse is because I am curious about this power. I am giving it to you now because if you have no hope, then the Stigmata War will be boring."

"I want to see what kind of extraordinary battle will be produced by the seven participants who have the potential to win the Stigmata War."

“Thank you.” Fors finally thanked Amon.

Judge a person by his deeds, not his heart.

From Fors's perspective, Amon was really helping her during their several meetings.

Leaving the house, Amon pushed up the monocle on his right eye.

"Is this what humans mean by 'thank you'?"

"It's amazing."

"I have always been achieving my goals, but she thanked me for it. She thanked me from the bottom of her heart... Why?"

Shaking her head, Miss Amon gave up thinking about this question. "Humans are really incomprehensible creatures."

Inside the house, Fors sat obediently on the sofa, facing the interrogation of the 1.5-meter-tall man.

"Fors, what's the curse?"

“Xiu, I…” Fors’s eyes wandered left and right, thinking in his heart how to deceive her.

Regarding the curse, Hugh had actually always had some guesses.

But Fors got away with it every time, causing Xio to believe that it was just a common negative effect of the seal.

Now, however, this curse allows Fors to defeat these...perverted enemies.

How could she still believe Fors's lies?

"Tell me the truth."

"What on earth is your Red Moon Curse? Why can it fight against these... monsters!?"

If you continue like this, I will use my extraordinary power!

Hearing this subtext, Fors lowered his head and said nothing.

Curse, the curse of the red moon. Fors didn't dare, couldn't, and didn't want to let Xio be involved.

This is very unfair.

Xio also has to clear her father's name, so...she shouldn't die under the curse.

"Fors, I can share the responsibility with you." Xio held Fors's hand, his eyes particularly firm.

"Tell me, I want to know the truth. Don't bear it alone. I can help you!"

"Fors, don't carry it all by yourself. We are a family."

bear?

Curse of the Red Moon...

For some unknown reason, the stigma suddenly let Fors know the reason.

A powerful god, an extraordinary being who is just one step away from becoming a god, the king among the strongest angels. His whispering calls come from his curse.

Fors suppressed the words that he wanted to say and clenched his fingers.

Can’t tell, can’t tell Hugh!
Hugh must go!

Fors had only one idea - to keep Xio out of it.

So…sorry.

"Sorry, Hugh."

"Fors...why?"

Before Xio could say anything else, Fors used his extraordinary power.

[Scarlet]

【Sleeping】

【Forgotten】

Under the power of the intellectual destiny opened up by the mystical language of several different extraordinary powers, Xu fell straight to the ground and fell asleep.

With the extraordinary power leveraged through Mr. Men's personality, Fors achieved an instant kill.

"So, am I that strong?" Fors thought to herself with self-mockery.

Is it strong?
Yes, a person from the top of the sequence, the strongest among the Angel Kings who is only one step away from becoming a god, what level is the mumbling that he has filtered out? !
Fors didn't know how to calculate it, but with this personal power, plus his own identity as the owner of the holy marks, and the geographical advantages of Tingen City... he could kill a person in an instant without even feeling the spiritual consumption.

"Amon."

——The occult language within the knowledge of the stigmata.

"Welcome to your most pious messenger, Amon." A black-gray crow appeared in front of Fors.

Its feathers are glossy and gorgeous, and it looks like a deathbird holding death in its beak, containing mystical elements such as death.

The crow wears a monocle on its right eye, looking like an innocent magical animal.

"Get Hugh to safety."

"Oh, dear Miss Fors, your messenger Amon will carry out your orders."

The crow cawed once, and then Xio was teleported away by Amon to a safe location.

Fors took off Amon's eyes, squeezed the scarlet gem and glasses together, and then pressed them on her right eye.

Pain, madness, mumbling... Fors didn't know what it was. She shed blood-red tears and gritted her teeth to merge them with her eyes.

The right eye shone as brightly as a solidified gem, a looming figure flashed in the scarlet luster, and a door stood proudly above the galaxy.

Fors opened his hands and chanted softly.

The great power that was enough to pry the natural world formed a black robe on her body. This was an isolating ritual magic that was enough to block divination, spiritual guidance, and the like.

Invisible waves of wind swirled at will, and the holy scar opened the door that Fors longed for.

The little crow Amon flapped its wings and landed on Fors's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)