Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

As the pressure from the hellspawn was raised phase by phase, so did the strategies made by the duo shorties of trying to compensate for their ordinary physique.

Although it had only been 4 minutes passed in real time, the stress felt like hours within the candidates' mind.

'I wonder if this is enough to gauge their mental power,' Damascus thought to herself. 'Well, Lord Ouroboros did plan for all of them to become the disciples no matter the results. The platform of the sect's ground is powerful enough to withstand a meteor or two, breaking their bones won't be that much of an issue, right?'

With an elated grin, Damascus started to use five percent of her mana to amplify gravitation intent that she emitted.

Their joints cracked and pain was distributed as it ran through their body. While the other was barely able to contain their consciousness inside their body, Ragoni had half of her soul almost passed out.

Blood was coming out of their eyes and holes. They couldn't even breathe. In the moment of last straw, Damascus retracted her intent, letting all of the disciple candidates kiss the ground with less pain and suffering.

"Guess that will do."

Numerous wisps that were on standby began to flock over the messed up mortals on the sect's ground. Slowly rejuvenating them by exposing the wound with their healing and rich energy properties, the wisps managed to save all of them from imminent and deliberate death.

By now, all of them knew that they couldn't do anything to resist or even escape willingly where there was a Soul Infusion Stage around. Let alone escaping, they didn't even dare to mutter a word before the hellspawn spoke

"All of you can stand up now!" Damascus exclaimed.

Jaro and Jojo were the first two that managed to stand without wobbling. As the rest tried to rise higher than their knees, Jaro helped them and Jojo picked Ragoni like a plastic bag on her back collar.

"Midget, how does it feel being a mashed potato?" Jojo sneered.

"Worser than two days pounding dough non-stop…"

Thankfully, all of their belongings were safe from any kind of damage.

Damascus showed her kind side by smiling genuinely, as if she was proud of them for withstanding her pressure.

When all of them reached their sane mental state, a loud step tapped rhythmically from afar, approaching them.

The green-haired tanomobi with a striking neon-pink gaze appeared in their view, wearing the usual manly aristocratic apparel and a monocle that they've seen on the heavenly banquet back in Ouranos Citadel.

"I applaud you all for still holding the hanging silver hook into the surface of this sect." Foel leaped and landed precisely in front of Kuromaki Guda. The fox flustered as the tanomobi gazed at her eyes directly. "This might be a spoiling sentence but in this sect, we are trying to produce the finest supersoldier, both in mind and body.

"The Sect Leader has something to do at the moment so I'll be resuming the introduction in this stead." Foel moved to Damascus before facing the disciple candidates. "Firstly, I want all of you to sign the contract before even trying to know what this sect is all about."

In a flick of a finger, an ethereal floating parchment with the hue of purple was suddenly conjured in front of their faces. Near it, was a floating quill, ready to be used.

The contract only mentioned that they would get the privilege of being the Lautus Tunguska's disciples in exchange of or undisputable loyalty to the sect, Ouranos Citadel, and Domeniul Ceresc.

At first they were confused about what Domeniul Ceresc was all about. Ragoni took her assumption even further by trying the connection of evil organization to the movement of the one night conquest of Gaia Citadel.

Her ill assumption was immediately revoked when she noticed a piercing killing intent at the gap of her heart. Along with the traumatizing gaze, a small cloud of flickering incendiary smoke manifested.

A skeleton arm was spewed from it, holding Ragoni's shoulder.

As if the tanomobi knew what she was thinking deep within her heart.

The rest of the candidates wondered what Ragoni had done. They decided to not push the matter any further and steeled themselves to sign the contract.

Ragoni was more exhausted than she should have been by trying to understand what was going on. She then stopped thinking and pursued the privilege benefits by signing the contract.

Just like that, the three of them were tied to the Ouroboros permanently.

The sky rumbled and the space was ripped open by two hands inside the crack, revealing an ancient-like entity with dark schelar and red piercing gaze.

The substance of tribunal blight was flowing down like a waterfall from the ripped space. All of the disciples backed down in response because of the deterrent and instinct that they felt.

Some of the particles were splashed to the Damascus and Foel direction. Foel cracked the wind using her whip bio-artifact, while slightly showing a face that said 'really?' to the deity above.

Maintaining the cold gaze, Ki was anxious if her entrance was good enough, but that anxiety was immediately replaced by the fear of punishment from her master's wife. 'I'M SORRYYY!!' she shouted in her heart.

The three of them waited for Tuli but somehow she didn't appear. Foel facepalmed herself before conjuring a spell circuit below the three disciples, forcing all of them to float in the air.

Foel and Damascus were rising even higher in the air. The erinyes created a pulsing shockwave that cleared the cloud in the sky, raining down my sunlight to the sect's ground before activating the illusionary formation.

Mother nature rumbled.

Together with the wind chime, two illusionary gargantuan serpents ascended from the feet of the mountain, surrounding the vast sect and slithered to the sky, creating a spiraling helix formation.

The symbol of the sect glowed brightly in luminescent white.. The three of the Elders positioned themselves in triangle formation just right above the first generation of disciples, letting them feast their eyes on the magnificent performance from the unorthodox heaven.