Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

It wasn't that he was deliberately holding back; for Tsugumi, being in the depths of the underworld at this moment, he couldn't display too much power.

Whether it's a superhuman's panel, a saint's power, or even magnetic field rotation and a microcosm—these are powers that are completely inexplicable.

You can't explain where these forces, which don't belong to the underworld at all, come from, especially since these overly positive forces are also harmful to his current body.

You want someone in the underworld to use the power of the sun or heaven? Unless Tsurugi doesn't want this body, he's more likely to kill himself than kill someone else.

As for the rotation of magnetic fields and the microcosm—these forces are the most deadly in this world.

Thunder is the power of Zeus, and by displaying this power, it's not only like pointing a finger at your Hades father and saying he's been cuckolded, but also a blatant provocation against Olympus!

The latter's cosmic power is similar; the beginning of his third life coincides with the moment of his fall in his second life. If he were to unleash the power of his cosmos...

The best-case scenario is that Athena comes knocking; the worst-case scenario is that Aphrodite attacks!

The current situation is this: Tsurugi, Zagreus's existence must never be known to Olympus.

Therefore, he can only use the negative authority and power that belongs to the demons and the hellish faction—which is why he uses this mechanism that he himself is not happy with.

After all, if you can overwhelm your opponent with sheer numbers, who would want to struggle through the game's mechanics?

"Oh? You mean you're letting me win, you're giving me the runaround?" A dangerous smile spread across Mojira's face.

"You can think of it that way."

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!!!"

Enraged, Nemesis brandished her whip, attempting to destroy the mysterious theater, but all her attacks vanished into the theater's boundless darkness.

"No need to rush, let's watch the whole play." Tsugumi's cheerful voice echoed in the darkness.

"Don't worry, this is a drama that will make you happy..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the curtain of the stage in front of Mojira slowly opened.

On the stage, a royal coronation ceremony was taking place. The actors were dressed in gorgeous costumes, but without exception, every one of their faces seemed to be wrapped in layers of bandages.

This gave the stage performance an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Mojira frowned, but after several unsuccessful attempts to break the strange spell, he could only watch helplessly.

The first act on stage features four main actors and several supporting actors, and the first scene depicts the coronation ceremony of a new king named Gonzalco.

But then, in a drunken state, Queen Isabella, in a room filled with courtiers, murmured her guilt and plot.

"Oh, what am I to do? My heart is tormented by guilt, my conscience is crying out, I am sure I will go to hell."

“My husband, the former king Sforza, did not die of old age. He was murdered by me and my lover Gonzaloz, and hanged from a tree!”

“And Sforza and I have a child, the nobleman Antonio, who is actually the rightful heir to the throne.”

The queen, confessing before her many trusted courtiers, was completely unaware that a young man standing at the door had overheard her entire statement. And that young man was none other than Antonio.

But he didn't believe what he was hearing. The young nobleman ran into the palace garden and stumbled to sit down under a locust tree.

Then he saw the ghost of Sforza, who had been hanged there.

"My poor child," the hanged king said sadly and painfully to Antonio, telling him that it was all true. Antonio then became determined and vowed to take revenge.

"That's interesting."

Mojira actually quieted down, watching the play with a look of great interest.

Although I have no respect for Hecate's mystical and sorcery tricks, at least this play was quite interesting.

The first act ends here, and soon the story of the second act continues on stage.

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In the blink of an eye, the new king, Gonzalco, learned that the secret had been leaked, and he decided to kill and arrest all those who knew about it.

"No one can know this shameful secret, and everyone will pay the price for it!"

Those present that day included the Duke of Sotino and his daughter Anlinda, as well as the priest Quinelli, but the first person Gonzalozio wanted to deal with was his lover, Isabella.

He publicly declared that the queen had gone mad and sent her to a convent, while Antonio, together with his loyal servant Francisco, began plotting his revenge.

The third act begins with the new king, Gonzalco, inviting Duke Sotino to a banquet, where he kills him without hesitation and orders his body to be made into a stew.

"This is what happens when you defy me." He said darkly and insanely, looking at the duke's chopped-up corpse being dumped into a large cauldron.

"I will hold a banquet, and you will enter the bellies of every person who attends. All sins, along with you, will vanish without a trace!"

Having made this decision with such satisfaction, he also imprisoned the witness, Anlinda, in the monastery and extended an invitation to a banquet. Meanwhile, Antonio, feigning madness on the advice of his servants, sneaked into the monastery and saw his imprisoned mother.

"Mother, why did you do this! Why did you poison my father and abandon me!" Young Antonio cried and angrily questioned his mother, but his mother, Isabella, secretly poured the poison into a wine glass next to her and handed it to her son.

Why would a mother kill her own son for her lover? In despair, Antonio took the wine glass his mother offered and brought it to his lips. Until the very last moment, his mother did not stop him.

"You are not my mother! You are just a wicked woman, a sinner!" he shrieked at his mother, then pinned Isabella down, ignoring her struggles, and forced the poison down her throat despite her pleas for mercy.

As he watched his mother's body grow colder and colder before his eyes, Antonio knelt on the ground, utterly bewildered and helpless.

"Is it righteous to kill one's own mother for revenge, or will it be cursed by the goddess?" Tsurue's ethereal voice echoed from all directions of the theater.

"Don't get in my way of watching the show." Mo Jila rolled her eyes at Dongjiang, crossed her arms, but didn't reply.

Seeing her engrossed in the story, Tsugumi and the crew behind the scenes exchanged knowing smiles, and then the fourth act began.

Before that, the servant Francisco got lost in the monastery and accidentally took away the imprisoned Andalin, thus learning of Gonzalo's plot. They rushed to the banquet, where Gonzalo had obtained a tasteless poison from an Aracada ambassador dressed as a jester in yellow robes and planned to poison all those who knew about it at the banquet.

The actor playing this mysterious Alacada ambassador is none other than Tsugumi. The prince of the underworld manipulates the entire theater's development like a puppeteer, and it is his voice that serves as the narrator and narrator for this play.

"Under the dark sun, which sinks into a black lake, darkness grows in people's hearts just as the sun's shadow stretches on the lake's surface. Gonzaloz is confessing in his room, but he knows there is no turning back. The approaching mist surrounds him, and the lost palace stands in the mist, casting the shape of a towering tower into the abyss."

The play now enters its climax in the fifth act, and everything in the theater begins to turn eerie.

A gong sounded. The light suddenly turned crimson, and the banners on either side of the throne fell, revealing a banner embroidered with scarlet markings. At Gonzalo's banquet, Antonio appeared with a confession signed by Petruchi, detailing the truth of the murder, and publicly exposed Gonzalo's crimes.

Gonzalo dropped his sword, which Antonio picked up as he struggled to his feet. The throne sank into the wall, and the wall began to crack. Smoke billowed from the cracks.

The sound of gongs rose from the ground, starting softly and then rising sharply to a deep, resounding clang. Yellow light filled the smoke-filled hole that had been the throne, where the Hanged King, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in bandages, stood. The dull, murmuring noise continued until darkness fell.

The mesmerized Megara seemed completely oblivious to the hanged king.

The next scene of the drama is that the angry courtiers deposed Gonzalo, but Antonio chose to forgive him, only exiling him to a monastery.

In the end, Antonio orders his servants to plan his wedding to Anlinda, and the drama concludes with a dance by the courtiers.

"Are you kidding me?!" Mo Jila jumped to his feet from the audience, his face contorted with the rage of someone who had witnessed a terrible ending.

"Give up revenge? Give up on avenging the person who killed his father? Is he even human?!"

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"Are you kidding me?!" Mo Jila jumped to his feet from the audience, his face contorted with the rage of someone who had witnessed a terrible ending.

"Give up revenge? Give up on avenging the person who killed his father? Is he even human?!"

Mojira's rage was so great that he jumped onto the stage and began to wreak havoc!

The clown on stage chuckled as he watched Mojira brandish his whip, then looked up at the strangled king, a figure visible only to him, clad in flowing tattered robes and a hood.

Gradually, this figure merged with Mojila's.

“You have slaughtered the truth, and the ancient lies have finally triumphed. Everyone can fulfill their desires in my court, but in the end, everything they have achieved is meaningless.”

He watched as Megira was gradually covered in bandages, and sang an ancient song.

"The strangled king sits upright, the palace reappears, the mask is broken, the servants are as before, the chains are on his body, the pain will last forever, death will not come, the crows will always watch, and the crows will laugh endlessly."

Mogila suddenly awoke, but it was too late; she had unknowingly become immersed in this opera.

She is a vengeful goddess, so Tsugumi set up a drama of revenge to lure her in, and when she attacked in a vengeful manner, the killing began.

She killed Antonio, she killed Andalin, she killed Gonzalo, she killed everyone.

She savored these souls who rejected and scorned revenge with a vengeful attitude, and found immense joy in it.

However, once the curtain rose and she transformed from an audience member into an actress, she could no longer escape the role.

In this play, she plays the role of the 'Hanging King', a ridiculous clown, a clown whom Tsurugi, as the Crimson King, knows in another world, who attempts to gain immortality by sacrificing his people, but is tricked by death, accidentally knocks down the reward of eternity, and ultimately dies forever.

This is the only role she will inevitably embody.

With a revenge drama, Tsurugae lured her into the theater, hooked her up, and made her willingly become part of the play.

Tsugumi, who walked in like a court jester in yellow robes, looked at Mojira hanging on the stage and said with a smile.

“Your vengeful nature is so strong, Mojira, you have lost to me.”

Only then did the goddess of vengeance awaken from her daze. She struggled, but couldn't escape her hanged state. She looked at Tsurugi with obvious displeasure.

"You win, damn it, when did you learn these wizarding tricks!"

“Actually, I don’t like all this fancy stuff either, but… as long as it works, that’s fine.” Tsurugi moved closer to Mojira, cupping the face of this cold and beautiful avenging goddess in her hands.

"Hmph, take what you want." Mo Jila snorted lightly, but there wasn't much anger in his voice.

"Very well, then—"

Tsuruga stepped forward and kissed Mojira's red lips, and then—

The goddess of vengeance suddenly widened her eyes, for she felt the divine power within her being drained away by the underworld prince before her like a tidal wave!

Only when Tsugumi released his grip did the domain slowly crumble, and the two returned to the abyssal temple. He exhaled, feeling the divine power overflowing within him, and a look of pleasure appeared on his face.

Thank you for your hospitality.

He looked at Mo Jila, who was staring at him with murderous eyes, and smacked his lips as he spoke.

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778. Forged Armor - DOOM Form!

"I'll kill you! Zagreus, I will definitely kill you!!!"

Feeling the emptiness within her, the eldest of the three vengeful goddesses collapsed to the ground, her long legs crossed. The cold beauty vanished from her face, leaving only rage and intense killing intent.

"There's no need for that. I've only temporarily taken some of your power."

Tsugumi wiped her lips and shrugged.

"As long as there is revenge in the world, your divine power is boundless. And what I took away is merely to serve as an aid and a sample for my continued progress."

He used the power of gluttony to steal the power of vengeance from Megara, intending to use it as a model to create a power template that would allow him to walk on the surface of the earth.

As for why we use our mouths?