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None of them replied, as their whole muscles were focusing on trying to stay alive.

'This pressure!?' Carla managed to lift her face by an inch trying to take a clear look of the menacing woman who stood before anybody else. 'The wavelength is blurred, could it be!? A Soul Infusion Usurper!? THERE IS A SOUL INFUSION USURPER!?'

Ragoni had all of her front body smeared by the surface. While the other were struggling on trying to rebel, the orange haired ferrakhian had zero driving force on doing even anything.

Still conscious, she let her body get pressed into the warm tile. She was like a lizard playing dead at this point.

The same case with Guda.

Out of all of them, there was only one person who managed to stare the eye of the hellspawn.

Jojo seeped her gaze deep into the danger. Damascus felt atrociously happy knowing that there was at least one person who could withstand her presence.

Feeling challenged, Damascus increased her intent of domination, forcing everyone and even Jojo to have their whole front surface of the body to kiss the ground.

"Maggots!" Damascus declared with a booming voice. "Anybody who got unconscious will be thrown straight to the Ouranos Citadel without any care for safety!"

The disciple candidates finally believed that going into this remarkable sect without any hurdle except easy riddles was too good to be true.

So they held and clenched onto their silver lining, trying their best to stay conscious.

Though, Carla, Jaro, and Jojo were trying to resist the pressure to their utmost ability. Guda and Ragoni found the winning strategy for this event.

Ragoni's determined gaze was being pointed to the ground. 'The pressure is strong but it would only be as femicious when some of your body is far from the ground. Huhuhu, I'll become this sect's disciple! No matter what!'

Despite being far from over, Ragoni had already put on a winning smile.

She then noticed that the fox was also limp, doing the same tactic on passing this hurdle. Both of their gazes collided.

Guda tried her best on moving her arms.

'W-what is she doing!?' Ragoni was startled. 'Did she want to say something? She is also doing the same strategy as me, and seeing her competitive behavior from back then. There is only one conclusion…

'She will flip me off! Ain't no way that someone as scheming as her will be proud and happy seeing the other doing the same method. I'm sure of it! She will give me the middle finger!'

After a few seconds of struggle. Guda managed to move her right hand into her gaze.

With a laidback smile, the fox gave Ragoni a thumbs up.

'... IT'S A THUMBS UP!?'

None of them had realized that one person was missing. With their mind focused on the current task, snatching one of their friends into a divine domain was as easy as taking candy from a child.

The looks of confusion was all over Elon's face when she was transported into an unknown realm. With her knees on the floor, she unknowingly sent her prayer to the above.

As she laid her gaze onto the smirking devil.

Unlike their first encounter, the Ouroboros had a glowing halo and a menacing gauntlet on her left arms.

Ouroboros was silent, only showing her delirious expression as she leaned her head onto her fist that was supported by the elbow cushion of the chair.

Every time the halo reached into Elon's vision, her mind started to melt. At first it was the soothing, attracting, and calming kind, like how a faint light from a glowing lamp was pulling the moths from the moment they laid their gaze into the warmth.

It had only been a second that Elon gazed at the halo but it felt like eternity. As the time went on in her head, the halo started to flicker in burning red color.

The color spread through her conscience like a plague. It crept into every inch, spreading the uncomfortable feeling that mankind feared of their unbecoming.

It was madness.

Before her mind was corrupted even more. Elon shut her eyes tightly.

Without opening her system, she tried to remember the content of her current mission.

[ Current Mission: Become the disciple of Ouroboros

Reward: Soul Binding Orb | 10 Immortal Loot Box ]

Elon gulped her saliva. In the next moment, her lips muttered a word.

"Appraisal."

Yet nothing happened.

He tried again using her consciousness instead.

'Appraisal!'

Nothing happened.

The smile of the Ouroboros grew wider and wider with every frustrations that the little chimaera had shown.

Not long after, Ouroboros gave her speech.

"You can only see your own consciousness strings, this is why you're afraid, troubled, scared. Why won't I help you to clear that cloud first before we talk?"

MF connected her consciousness strings onto Elon's Soul Center. Elon felt a jab of a piercing spear on the centrepiece of her soul. She opened her eyes slowly, and noticed the countless red-coated consciousness strings all over the divine domain like a notorious spider web.

All of them were connected into the Ouroboros. Elon then shifted her vision into her own.

Her soul had been meticulously punctured with thousands or even millions of delicate yet fearsome consciousness strings. The latching blue tumor that represented her 'system' was locked in place, unmoving, unknowing of everything that Elon had seen in this place.

Elon prayed for her patron goddess, yet nothing was answered. The cloud within her view was cleared, but instead of gladness and safety, she felt a turmoil of boiling fear. She could be killed in an instant and nothing might save her like before.

'Am I abandoned?'

"You must be thinking that you're abandoned or something." The Ouroboros caressed her long strain of consciousness strings, fiddling them with her fingers. "Don't worry, Chosen One. It's just, the blessings couldn't reach the divine domain of others. Fortune could just barge in here to save you but it would be detrimental for her to deal with someone as atrocious as me~

"She thinks that I won't kill you. Hence why she felt no need to meddle with my business.. But certainly—a talon was honed and unsheathed to hurt, meaning that I'm not risking my privacy by taking a former man with a conceptual virus latching her soul onto my divine domain, for a mere purpose."