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Chapter 64 -: 63 All of you! I will kill you all!! · Oct 28, 2026

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51 Chapter 51 -: 50 Elizabeth Augustus Hayes! 2026-10-28
52 Chapter 52 -: 51 Soul nullification barrier.[Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-28
53 Chapter 53 -: 52 Rosalina’s genius. 2026-10-28
54 Chapter 54 -: 53 The villain’s first apearence. 2026-10-28
55 Chapter 55 -: 54 A shocking change!![Bonus - ] 2026-10-28
56 Chapter 56 -: 55 Stop the trial.[1] 2026-10-28
57 Chapter 57 -: 56 Stop the trial.[2] 2026-10-28
58 Chapter 58 -: 57 Suspicious. 2026-10-28
59 Chapter 59 -: 58 We want equality! 2026-10-28
60 Chapter 60 -: 59 Julius’s mess.[1] 2026-10-28
61 Chapter 61 -: 60 Julius’s mess.[2] 2026-10-28
62 Chapter 62 -: 61 Uriel’s Identity.[1] 2026-10-28
63 Chapter 63 -: 62 Uriel’s Identity.[2] 2026-10-28
64 Chapter 64 -: 63 All of you! I will kill you all!! 2026-10-28
65 Chapter 65 -: 64 Decent of the Goddess of Death! 2026-10-28
66 Chapter 66 -: 65 Showtime! 2026-10-28
67 Chapter 67 -: 66 The Anomaly! 2026-10-28
68 Chapter 68 -: 67 Rosalina is kind? 2026-10-28
69 Chapter 69 -: 68 Rosalina’s Helplessness. 2026-10-28
70 Chapter 70 -: 69 Julius’s Pridicament![Bonus - ] 2026-10-28
71 Chapter 71 -: 70 a massanger eagle?[Bonus - ] 2026-10-28
72 Chapter 72 -: 71 A shocking change? [Bonus - ] 2026-10-28
73 Chapter 73 -: 72 Miserable Julius.[Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-28
74 Chapter 74 -: 73 Outcome.[1] 2026-10-28
75 Chapter 75 -: 74 Outcome.[2] 2026-10-28
76 Chapter 76 -: 75 Did they play me? 2026-10-28
77 Chapter 77 -: 76 A rat has appeared. 2026-10-28
78 Chapter 78 -: 77 Meeting mom again. 2026-10-28
79 Chapter 79 -: 78 Clearing out misunderstandings. 2026-10-28
80 Chapter 80 -: 79 Don’t you think it’s cool? 2026-10-28
81 Chapter 81 -: 80 Rosalina thinks about confessing?[1] 2026-10-28
82 Chapter 82 -: 81 Rosalina thinks about confessing?[2] 2026-10-28
83 Chapter 83 -: 82 The Dean’s misery! 2026-10-28
84 Chapter 84 -: 83 The Harem would be for me![Bonus - ] 2026-10-28
85 Chapter 85 -: 84 Rosalina’s anger![Bonus - ] 2026-10-28
86 Chapter 86 -: 85 Reaching the heaven with effort. 2026-10-28
87 Chapter 87 -: 86 A promise! 2026-10-28
88 Chapter 88 -: 87 Cecilia Evander. 2026-10-28
89 Chapter 89 -: 88 Even if the world is empty, I can fill the wolrd for you.[1] 2026-10-28
90 Chapter 90 -: 89 Even if the world is empty, I can fill the wolrd for you.[2] 2026-10-28
91 Chapter 91 -: 90 Even if the world is empty, I can fill the wolrd for you.[3] 2026-10-28
92 Chapter 92 -: 91 Sudden interption. 2026-10-28
93 Chapter 93 -: 92 Sudden change! 2026-10-28
94 Chapter 94 -: 93 Accept the marrige proposal! 2026-10-28
95 Chapter 95 -: 94 There is no one who is worthy of having me! 2026-10-28
96 Chapter 96 -: 95 Brainwashing spell? 2026-10-28
97 Chapter 97 -: 96 Killing Your beloved! 2026-10-28
98 Chapter 98 -: 97 It must be him! 2026-10-28
99 Chapter 99 -: 98 You must pay! 2026-10-28
100 Chapter 100 -:99 Rosalina’s confession.[1] 2026-10-28

Chapter 64: Chapter: 63 All of you! I will kill you all!!

Uriel stared silently at the small dagger in his hand. The blade caught the sunlight and flashed coldly.

Behind him, on the big platform, everyone held their breath. But no one held it tighter than Elizabeth.

Her hands were squeezed together so hard her nails dug into her palms.

The Pope took one careful step forward, staying just outside the sacred circle, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

”You will have to cut yourself and let the platform drink your blood.”

She stepped back right away, giving him space.

Uriel nodded calmly. No fear. No hesitation.

He lifted the dagger to his left wrist.

*Chik!*

A clean, quick cut. Bright red blood welled up and dripped down.

The moment the drops hit the stone platform, they vanished, sucked in like water into dry sand.

Uriel’s face stayed perfectly peaceful the whole time. Not a twitch. Not a wince.

He switched hands and moved to his right wrist.

*Chik!*

More blood. More disappearing drops.

Then his arms again.

*Chik! Chik! Chik! Chik!*

One cut after another appeared across his body, shoulders, chest, thighs.

Blood flowed freely at first... but after a little bit from each wound, the bleeding just... stopped.

The cuts stayed open, raw and red, but no more blood came out.

Like the platform had taken exactly what it wanted and said ”enough.”

’Sniff...’

Elizabeth turned her head slightly so no one could see her face. A single tear slipped down her cheek.

’My poor baby...’

’Sniff. Hic.’

She wiped her eyes quickly with the edge of her sleeve, pretending it was just dust or something.

’Why would he need to do this? Why put himself through something so painful?’

She watched Uriel keep going, calm, steady, expression blank like he was cutting paper instead of his own skin.

Every few seconds another *chik!* and more blood absorbed.

’Sniff.’

’I’m going to complain to your father,’ she thought furiously, tears building again.

’My precious one-in-a-billion, super genius, super handsome boy is doing something so risky! So stupid! So... so brave...’

She bit her lip hard to stop more sniffles from escaping.

’You brat. You absolute brat. Hurting yourself like this just to play saint?’

’When I get you home, I’m wrapping you in blankets and never letting you out of my sight again!’

On the sacred platform, Uriel finished the last cut.

Blood had soaked into the stone in dark patterns that glowed faintly now, holy symbols lighting up one by one.

He lowered the dagger slowly.

Still no sound. Still no change in his gentle smile.

The crowd watched in stunned silence.

Elizabeth stared at him, at her son’s avatar, heart pounding, proud and terrified all at once.

’You better not feel any of this back in your real body, Julius...’

’Or Mom is going to lose it completely.’

The glowing symbols on the platform pulsed brighter.

The first part of the trial was done.

The Pope stepped forward again, her voice soft and full of kindness.

”Now... your eyes.”

The words hung in the air.

Everyone gasped at once.

They all knew the rule, a true Saint had to dig out their own eyes to awaken the Mind’s Eye.

But knowing it and actually watching it happen were two very different things.

Even the battle-hardened veterans on the platform shifted uncomfortably.

Faces went pale. Some looked away for a second.

And for Elizabeth? It hit hardest.

Her stomach twisted like a knot.

”Excuse me, everyone,” she said quickly, standing up. Her face had turned noticeably pale, lips pressed tight.

”I... I think I need to use the bathroom again.”

She didn’t wait for anyone to reply.

She turned and hurried away, heels clicking fast across the stone.

Everyone watched her back disappear down the steps.

A few soft sighs followed.

”It’s to be expected,” someone murmured.

”She’s a mother. The saint candidate is the same age as her own son.”

”Haa... being a mother is very difficult,” another whispered, shaking their head.

They turned their attention back to the platform.

The Pope looked at Uriel with gentle eyes.

”When you remove your eyes, you will awaken the Mind’s Eye, something only a true Saint can inherit. You will become the official third Saint in our history. Are you ready?”

Uriel gave a short, firm nod.

He turned to face forward again.

For a moment, he looked around at the silent crowd, the glowing symbols on the platform, the bright sky above.

Then his blue eyes suddenly turned ice-cold.

’No matter what... my original body needs this,’ he thought.

There were many reasons Julius had sent his avatar to take the Saint Trial.

But the biggest one? The Mind’s Eye.

Without it, he wouldn’t be able to counter the Hero’s regression abilities.

No matter how strong he got, no matter what tricks he pulled, the Hero could always rewind time, learn from mistakes, come back stronger.

The Mind’s Eye was the only thing that could see through regressions, predict rewinds, and break that endless loop.

’It’s fortunate the original body is bearing most of the pain,’ Uriel thought with a tiny sigh.

He gripped the dagger tighter and slowly raised it toward his right eye.

His hand shook, just a little.

The Pope noticed the tiny hesitation. Her voice came soft and understanding.

”I know it’s painful. If you want to withdraw—”

Before she could finish...

Uriel let go of the dagger.

It clattered to the stone.

Everyone’s breath caught in their throats.

’Is he giving up?’

The same thing happened 500 years ago. The last candidate had broken at this exact moment.

The Pope’s shoulders dropped slightly. Disappointment flickered across her face.

’It is to be expected. He is just a child...’

Before she could finish the thought—

*Pop!*

Two sharp, wet popping sounds echoed across the silent square.

Uriel’s hands shot up.

Fingers dug into his own eye sockets.

And he pulled.

The crowd screamed.

Some covered their mouths. Others turned away. A few bishops gasped and grabbed their holy symbols.

Blood trickled down Uriel’s perfect face, staining the white robe crimson.

But his expression stayed calm, almost peaceful.

He held the two orbs in his palms for a second, like fragile treasures.

Then he let them drop.

They rolled once on the glowing platform... and vanished, absorbed just like the blood before.

Darkness covered Uriel’s face where his eyes used to be.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then, a soft, pure white light bloomed from the empty sockets.

It grew brighter and brighter, spreading across the platform like dawn breaking.

The Mind’s Eye was awakening.

The Pope’s eyes filled with tears of joy.

The crowd exploded into cheers and sobs, half horror, half awe.

”Now, I, Uriel, am the third Saint...”

The moment Uriel opened his mouth to speak again—

”Die!!!”

A savage roar exploded across the platform.

In the blink of an eye, a man with jet-black hair appeared right in front of Uriel, so fast no one had seen him move.

It was Kon, one of the infamous Deadly Twins.

His dagger flashed like black lightning, aimed straight for Uriel’s unprotected neck.

The Pope’s eyes went wide with pure horror. She lunged forward, robes flying, desperate to throw herself between the boy and the blade.

But she was too far. Too slow.

”Now is the time! Everyone, attack!!”

From every shadow around the platform, more figures burst out.

Zalanara, the underworld ruler of the Good luck charm city.

Reaper, his scythe already spinning in deadly arcs.

Visionary, eyes shining with black and white.

And Ron, the white-haired twin, appeared on the opposite side, sword raised high, grinning like a madman.

All four struck at once.

A perfect, coordinated assassination.

The crowd screamed.

The bishops froze in shock.

Dean Orin, Lucian, Jaya, everyone on the church side surged forward, spells flaring, weapons drawn.

But it was already too late.

The blades and spells were inches from Uriel’s blind, bleeding face.

”Hehe... die,” Kon snarled, wicked grin splitting his face.

His dagger was just a heartbeat from slicing through skin and bone.

Right at that instant—

A cold, furious voice cut through the chaos like ice.

”Magic Arsenal: First Form — Shield!”

The air cracked.

A massive silver round shield exploded outward from nowhere.

It slammed into Kon’s dagger mid-swing — *clang!* and stopped it dead.

Then came a voice filled with frost and suppressed rage.

”All of you! I will kill you all!”

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