Not only amazement, but also pure shock, could easily be seen in Cesar and Aure's eyes.

The two greatest Immortals of Orma were looking like two idiots the scene that was taking place under their feet. The two Goblins, above all and everybody else, looked like two old men in front of a girl's miniskirt.

Completely numbed out.

In front of them unraveled a field of destruction.

If the Colosseum had had no barriers to protect the public and the various entrances to the arena, probably the massacre that had just ended would not have been limited to the Executioners' Team.

Exactly, a massacre.

The Executioners' Team had just ceased to exist. What remained of the four fighters was only the hope that they could be brought back to life.

Inside the arena there was no living being, except for Helial, with a cut on his shoulder that was visibly healing itself. The regenerative abilities of Body of the Qilin were truly terrifying.

Helial's gaze was inscrutable and showed no emotion; it was impossible to understand what he was thinking. Suddenly, his foggy glare cleared up and Helial slowly raised an arm upward, showing his clenched fist.

His Aura was totally changed and a radiant smile stood out on his face as the crowd finally began to react.

This was the Colosseum, this was the theater of Orma's greatest warriors. However much one might prefer one warrior or another, those who went there did so to watch a show. The audience didn't care that Helial had pulverized the bodies of an entire team, but they were all attracted by its pyrotechnic victory, a triumph achieved without having spilled even a drop of sweat. They wanted a show and he had just given them a really big one.

White flames continued to burn in some corner of the Colosseum, distorting the air around them with their terrifying heat; it was the same flames that had destroyed Medea and the other members of her group, leaving not even a hint of their previous existence.

The Qilin Flame had completely wiped out their lives. With the First Layer of Curse of the Demon, Rice with Butter, Helial had completely destroyed those people's lives. Not even a shred that could be used for trying to bring them back to life within twenty-four hours remained. Even their ashes had been erased from the planet's surface.

The jubilating audience began to shout Helial's name without restraint. It didn't matter that just moments before they had covered him with curses: Helial had given them what they wanted. Who had bet on him was laughing out loud and was slapping the shoulders of the poor ones who had placed their bets on the Executioners' Team.

"HELIAL! HELIAL! HELIAL! ” The whole crowd brought its name to the sky, traveling to the ears of the two Immortals floating in the air.

It didn't seem that the destructive action had cost the young man anything and nobody could understand how much energy Helial had spent for something like that.

Aure trembled slightly in anger. He appreciated Helial's bravado, but the face that had been slapped today was his own. He was the one in charge of the Sect and Helial had just made his whole reputation crumble.

Aure disappeared from his precedent position and reappeared a few inches from Helial's face. "Boy, don't you think you should have saved their lives, to leave me some honor? How can I go home now and face the parents of the guys you killed?” Aure asked solemnly.

If Cesar had not been just a few meters away from him and Helial, Aure would have already killed the boy in a matter of seconds.

Helial glared at Cesar with a strange look and raised his thumb: "Mission accomplished." Without another word, he began to head to the exit, completely ignoring Aure. Turning around, a quick grin stood out on his face. "If I can't deal with a little skirmish between two Immortals, how can I even hope to annihilate a nemesis born to kill me and subdue all the forces of Destruction?" Helial muttered to himself, laughing softly.

Cesar looked at Helial with the same astonishment that was in Aure's eyes.

Mission accomplished?

Boy, what mission would I have entrusted you with? The brain of the King of Orma started working at full speed, trying to interpret the meaning of those words. But as soon as he saw Aure's face twisted with fury, Cesar understood.

"He said it to turn us against each other," murmured Cesar.

Aure was certainly not a fool, but the words that Helial had just spoken left no room for doubt; no matter how hard he tried to find another meaning, he could not imagine that what he had witnessed was Helial's plan all along. Cesar, on the other hand, could only smile bitterly. He had just been blamed for everything, but to be King of Orma he also had to be able to think.

Helial had not only showed the Sect of the Worthy as a bunch of traitors, but had also warned Cesar against Aure, putting the two friends against each other.

A disciple?

Cesar shook his head and felt he had been in Helial's hands from the moment that boy had set foot in Orma. Was he really worthy of being an Immortal if he had been manipulated like that by Helial?

Even if he had been duped though, Helial had done everything for his own good. It seemed that Helial had acted rashly, but in reality he had only cut a relationship ready to fall on Cesar's head, since he himself had not been able to do it in the past.

"Well, that kid really has a Master without a hint of shame," Aure snorted coldly.

The leader of the Sect now thought that the King of Orma had plotted to reveal him, acting at first as a shy friend and then as the most devious of enemies.

What weakness? Cesar seemed ready to suppress the Sect of the Worthy, but not without making it lose quite a lof of its reputation before. What had happened that day was practically a declaration of war.

Before disappearing into thin air, Aure pulled an object out of his pocket and inadvertently slipped it into Helial's. Cesar's eyes widened in disbelief, but he couldn't say a word before Aure vanished.

Meanwhile, in Helial's Soul, an amused voice came up: "Can you get at least to the exit?"

Helial seemed completely unharmed by the fight, but in reality he had drained all his Mental Energy. It wasn't easy at all to pull a stunt like that. Even though his power had reached incredible heights, him being only at the First Phase, he had just charred a group of more than ten people with fighting skills temporarily at the Second Phase without leaving a trace.

"Do you know what it would take to freshen up after a fight like that?" Iblis asked, unable to keep the tears from his eyes from laughter.

"Don't say it," Helial threatened, terrified by the words that were about to emerge from the Devil's mouth.

"RICE WITH BUTTER."

BANG!

Iblis threw himself on the ground shaking and laughing.

Helial tried to ignore him and hold back the laughter trying to escape from his throat. Would he not have risked looking like a complete idiot if he had laughed at that moment, for no apparent reason, in front of the whole arena?

Moreover, he had almost no strength left to walk, and laughing would have made the situation even worse. He could also act as if nothing had happened, but he could barely stand up and all that tiredness had to be hidden at all costs.

Helial began to observe calmly the First Layer of Curse of the Demon on his Statistics screen.

Rice with butter

Amplification of Mana Skills: 650%

Amplification of Mental Energy Skills: 1000%

Mana regeneration: 500%

Mana Circulation: 250%

This was only the First Layer, but it already seemed much more powerful than the White Mana Seed that was so highly praised as the apex of the cultivation of Mana within the Nation.

Helial could not imagine what his enemies would have done knowing he was in possession of such a weapon. And yet, what was the crucial moment that had allowed him to unlock the first features, even the most superficial ones, of Curse of the Demon?

Perception

Active Skill:

Perception

Lv: 1

Grade: Master

Level of Knowledge: Eye of the Mind

Radius: 20,000 meters

Mana Control allows you to perceive the world with incredible clarity.

All people now have an unmistakable Aura, which you can distinguish. You can also better perceive their intentions.

Although people can disguise themselves or lie, from now on no physical disguise will be able to escape your notice.

Exp: 3,13%

To Helial's astonishment, Perception had been his first ability to reach the Master grade.

Although it was usually branded as a completely useless ability, since the Divine Sense had existed, it seemed to have allowed Helial to accomplish the impossible.

After recovering from his laughter and still having some stomach cramps, Iblis began to compliment Helial.

"I could never have imagined that you could unlock the First Layer at the First Phase. I thought you would have need to get warrior to the Third one and meditate for a long time on the Divine Sense before realizing the true use of the Curse of the Demon. After all, you didn't think it was just a sword that could change its weight, right? "

The Devil's words sounded in Helial's ears, who stroked his chin, pondering.

"The Second Layer would put too much pressure on your body and you will be able to use it only in the Second Phase. The first Ten Layers go hand in hand with your level. Each Phase theoretically corresponds to a Layer. However, I expected you to unlock all three Layer on the Third Phase, not now,” Iblis said, still slightly amazed. Although Helial was his disciple and he had already put a very high bar for him, he had still managed to leave him speechless.

Skill Activated

Perception

Helial suddenly became aware of many ethereal wires circling all around him and suspended in mid-air.

The boy's pupils dilated, as if he had just seen a ghost.

"But is this Karma?" He suddenly asked Iblis, who had remained speechless too.

Tsch, a shitty kid who can see Karma. Although he cannot yet interact with it, isn't it a bit too monstrous? He doesn't even know what it means ... Better this way, for the moment.

Helial received no reply from Iblis, who had apparently ignored him and resumed cooking.

Helial turned briefly his head towards the attendants who had entered the Colosseum to clean up the sandy arena and see if there were any remains of any member of the Sect. None of the attendants expected to find any remains, but they could not disrespect the Sect of the Worthy and not even make an attempt. It would have been better to maintain the custom.

Looking at Cesar's body, suspended in the air, Helial noticed that millions and millions of ethereal threads, almost indistinguishable, were attached to the body of the King; the latter, feeling Helial's gaze on him, met his eyes.

Looking back at him again, Helial headed for the Colosseum exit.