Collapse, survive

He didn't know why Kiana was able to get here. It's no exaggeration to say that among all the heroes, he was special, the strongest one. The fact that Kiana was matched with him shows her excellence and pursuit of 'strength'.

Perhaps Kaslana was also a factor, but Kiana didn't even activate her Stigmata, or rather, the Kaslana Stigmata on her body was suppressed, only exhibiting a passive effect, namely, strength.

Kiana snapped out of her daze, gasping in surprise at her sudden fright: "Savior? What a cool title! I challenge you!"

She made up her mind: let's have a fight.

This trial is clearly going to be a fight; the expression and eyes of the person in front of me clearly indicate that.

"..."

This reason caused Kevin to fall silent again. To be honest, while he didn't mind Kiana's reasoning, but...

Kevin knew the truth about her, why she looked like that, and why she was valued by those extraterrestrials.

Does it possess the inherent abilities of a Herrscher of the End?

But this child doesn't seem very bright, and doesn't have a sufficiently bright friend by his side, though he does have a rather strong one...

Okay, sometimes intelligence isn't a necessary quality; having good partners is.

Kevin was silent and thoughtful. He was so close to me, why didn't he avoid me?

Kiana also felt that this guy, who wasn't a young pretty boy but rather an older man, didn't seem very smart.

However, Fang Jie seems to have said that there are many terrifying old men in the world...

"Show me your talent, and I will bestow upon you the inscription of [Salvation]."

"Hehe, that's pretty straightforward, let's go then."

Kiana felt that although he wasn't very smart, he was simple and straightforward enough.

"Let me show you how terrifying Kaslana is, then defeat her."

Without holding back, Kiana unleashed her Godslayer Armor, her wings unfurling like an angel's, and the Valkyrie charged forth.

Biu～Biu～Biu～!

Hahaha, you got suppressed, didn't you? How does it feel? How does it feel?

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Chapter 176 I'm going to write the word "misery" on your thigh.

"I have returned from the Land of Bliss."

Kiana collapsed to the ground, her strength and abilities completely gone, as if she were falling into nothingness...

It's not about coming back.

The confident smile from before vanished, replaced by a look of pure joy.

She collapsed on the portable lab bench that resembled a cat cart, having been picked up from Kevin's territory, her destination unknown.

It didn't matter anymore. Kiana stretched out one hand, her fingertips touching the back of the small, green-haired figure.

Poke, poke.

"What's wrong, visitor?"

Klein's tone was flat, calm, even numb, and even though Kiana had increased her workload and she had to repair the damaged areas, she didn't find the white fluffy cat bug displeasing.

They didn't even mention it, nor did they thoughtfully inquire about her needs.

"I...I can't take it anymore. Tell Auntie, my sister, and my stinky dad that I love them..."

"As for your last words, visitor, you can convey them yourself."

"Is there any hope for me? But I can't feel my body anymore, and I can't move."

"No, what I mean is that the Land of the Dead has its own rules. There is no punishment for failing the trial. At most, you will die. This is not a heavy experience for you. Even ordinary visitors can die several times. You, you have not even experienced death yet."

"Then I'll die in front of you?"

Kiana gasped as she heard Klein's extremely calm voice. "How could your cute little mouth utter such cold words? You'll die a few more times."

"Hmph, so you're saying I'm pretty amazing? Even that kind of monster couldn't kill me."

Kiana cheered up again, looking very pleased with herself.

Klein could tell that she didn't want to talk about life and death, and... it was really impressive that she hadn't been killed by Kevin during the trial.

So let's talk about last words later; it's too early to leave any now.

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, 'I'm so miserable,' you see? I'm so miserable."

Kiana was walking along, seemingly lost in thought on the portable experimental platform, not knowing where she was headed.

"That monster is Ying Jie. Can anyone really pass the trials of this Paradise of the Past? I fought Chi You and everyone else side by side until they knelt down. Why can't I even withstand a few punches and kicks from this old stinky uncle?"

Kiana suspects she has switched maps.

Is this right?

indeed.

It's worth noting that even Raiden Mei, who beat her to her knees and caused her to fall from the rooftop, transformed into a red electric dragon and grew through trials in the Land of the Dead, still had to face her 'destined death'.

"I need to regroup my teammates. What's your name? Can you take me to them?"

Kiana rallied, strengthened her resolve, and reached out her large hand.

You are the one!

Klein, who was grabbed, tilted his head and could probably understand the pain of her 'shattered Dao Heart'. That was Kevin, after all, which was why Kiana had been wailing so miserably before, like a Tom.

That's how it is—

"Awooo↗Awooo↘Awooo→Awooo↑Awooo↓Awooo～"

It is deeply moving and melodious.

It's clear that Kevin held back; Kiana's screams successfully softened his heart.

Klein rushed over to retrieve it, to prevent the agonizing screams, like those of a cat being killed, from echoing further in the Land of the Dead.

but now……

Kevin went way too far.

"Ah, please let me go."

Klein didn't struggle, but her overly polite tone and visible exhaustion made Kiana feel that she wasn't speaking softly, but rather weakly.

So she wouldn't let go at all, and even hugged him and rubbed against him.

"So cute, so cute, just as cute as Ling. But Ling is so fierce, she's not as cute as you. Tell me, what's your name? Are you also Yingjie? What is your trial? You can't be as powerful as that Uncle Kevin, can you? Let's have a battle of wits."

Kiana suddenly remembered that she was a student.

Klein was left unrescued and fell into Kiana's clutches.

Not bad at all.

"I am not Yingjie, but Klein, Dr. Möbius's assistant, responsible for caring for visitors and maintaining the facilities of the Land of the Dead. If you are looking for your companions, other visitors, I can help you."

But there is one person I cannot help with: Dr. Möbius, who unusually decided to share some of my workload, though that was probably because she was interested in the visitors.

"Who is it? Let me guess. Our previous visitor, um... it was the shrine maiden, right? You don't need to answer me, let's skip this topic."

Kiana really likes Yae Sakura, after all, she's beautiful and she saved her period.

Although it was within that narrative that felt like a revelation of an illusion.

But she knew that Yae Sakura was probably not that special. When Kevin punched and kicked her before, Kiana had thought to herself, "If I pray to the world, who will respond to me?"

She made quite a few pleasant surprises.

Yay!

But will everyone who comes at the call be beaten to their knees by Kevin?

This is a problem, so Kiana herself insists, and it's the same now, that there's no need to use cheats.

She held Klein as they wandered through this paradise of the past: "Such a huge facility is maintained entirely by a little guy like you, Klein, you are so powerful."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Klein didn't seem proud of it. "It's all thanks to Dr. Mebius, and the many tanks that Velvet opened up to assist me."

"Mebius, Vervière, and the other heroes?"

Kiana saw this as a good opportunity to gather intelligence: "Klein, Klein, tell me, who is the most talkative hero?"

Magic mirror on the wall, who is the strongest woman in the world?

Klein shook his head, shaking off that unfounded fantasy, and said in a serious tone that even Kiana could hear: "Everyone is easy to talk to, but if you want to pass the trial, more importantly, you need to come up with your own 'answer'."

"You actually said that? Doesn't that count as leaking the question?"

Kiana was shocked.

"So, you think I'll refuse to answer? Why?"

"Well, a refusal is a refusal. Look, I just arrived, you're the one from paradise, and I've already gotten into a fight..."

"I don't understand why you can refuse other people's requests? Shouldn't you fulfill all requests?"

Klein spoke in a calm tone, yet he uttered something terrifying.

Kiana was so frightened that she recovered somewhat.

"Are you living in hell? Is the paradise of the past really such a terrifying place?"

She jolted awake, staring into those deep green and pale pink pupils, seeing the question "What's wrong with you?" within them. She realized she shouldn't keep asking, otherwise it would seem like she was the one with the problem.

And, knowing too much might turn me into someone like Klein, unable to refuse the heroes.

No!

too fast!

Luckily, it was a great success. Kiana scratched her head with her other hand, regaining some of her senses from the shock: "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore. So what's the answer?"

You didn't understand at all!

“Think carefully. If you truly want to explore the Pure Land of the Past, then the Pure Land of the Past will respond to you.”

Klein was very persuasive, and although it wasn't very clear from his tone, Kiana seemed very happy chatting with him.

And so, Kiana finally 'remembered'.

……

……

"I can't stand this paintbrush; it reminds me of bad things."

Deep within the paradise of the past, in an imaginative building, Xing is playing with her new friends.

This new friend is a little kid, and so cute.

Greta liked her too: "Your color is beautiful, it's the color of the stars."

"Of course, I am a star."

With her hands on her hips, Xing was also doodling with a paintbrush. Greta didn't dislike her doing this at all, because Xing's drawings were quite beautiful. Although they were just doodles, the colors they expressed were very rich.

"It's beautiful."

Star has been praised so much by Gretchen that she's practically an embryo.

Heaven knows how this seemingly ordinary girl could be so good at praising people?

However, she still couldn't stand the paintbrush, remembering the shameful memory of Fang Jie drawing all over her face... about the sorrowful wind.

We must get revenge.

"Gresh, can I borrow your paintbrush? I need it to deal with that guy."

"This is for you. If you like, my studio is always open to you, and you can use any of my paintbrushes."

Greta was very poised and not shy at all.

Today's beautiful jellyfish appeared on her canvas, drifting among the stars, full of indescribable, memorable, and instantly captivating 'expressions'.