My bloodline is so eager to improve.

The bone hand appeared slender and fragile, as if it would break with the slightest bend, but in reality, it seemed to possess some kind of strange strength.

Otto struggled a few times, but his arm was as if it were clamped by iron clamps, and he didn't budge an inch.

The bony knuckles dug deep into his flesh, bringing a sharp, piercing pain.

The skeletal body is undergoing rapid changes.

Flesh and blood are born from the bones.

First, a thin, pale pink membrane covered the surface of the bones. Then, muscle fibers grew, coiled, and intertwined at a visible speed. Next came the skin, hair, and facial features... The whole process took only a few breaths, and a complete human body appeared before Otto.

She was a beautiful woman.

She had long, black hair, as dark as night, which cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, shimmering with a silky sheen in the firelight.

Her skin was so fair it was almost transparent, as if you could see the pale blue veins beneath it.

Her features were exquisitely perfect: her arched eyebrows, her straight nose, and her cherry-like lips—every feature seemed to be God's most perfect masterpiece.

But her eyes were pure black, just like Otto's.

It was a beautiful face.

But for some reason, the moment she saw Otto, two strange tears of blood streamed down her face.

Tears, like blood, welled up in her pure black eyes, slid down her fair cheeks, and dripped onto her black robe, spreading out in dark red patterns.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Otto instinctively wanted to struggle.

But the moment he raised his hand, everything around him did indeed disappear.

Thick fog, black robes, skulls, beauties, blood and tears... everything shattered like bubbles, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Otto felt a blur before his eyes, and then he was struck by a blinding light.

As the morning light streamed through the window and onto the altar, Otto realized that the ceremony was over.

"It seems you have passed the trial."

Maeve's voice rang in my ears.

When she saw Otto's stiff, raised arm, she realized what he must have seen during the ceremony.

Otto simply lowered his arms slowly and let out a long breath.

His palms were covered in cold sweat, and his heart was still pounding like a drum.

The scene he had just witnessed had a tremendous impact on him. Even after returning to the real world, the image of those two lines of bloody tears remained vividly imprinted in his mind, impossible to shake off.

He stepped down from the altar, walked to a corner, picked up his clothes, and while changing, explained what he had seen and heard to the three people in front of him.

A black figure in the mist.

A bizarre skeleton draped in a black robe.

And that beautiful, black-haired woman with a graceful figure, yet shedding tears of blood.

But he felt that none of the words in the text seemed to describe the trials that a true god would give to his followers.

Una, however, was not surprised by this.

She sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, and after listening to Otto's description, she simply nodded thoughtfully.

"The contents of the trials are always bizarre."

I have heard that Enthana, the goddess of disease and plague, once commanded her retinue to kill an entire village of humans.

That was practically a divine decree.

Una spoke calmly, as if she were talking about something trivial.

"At first, the servant was very resistant; he even doubted whether he had misunderstood the goddess's will."

But when he arrived at the village, he discovered that they gained extraordinary power through the ritual of devouring living people, but in doing so, they also contracted a terrible disease.

It was that disease that drew Ntana's attention.

She paused, looked directly at Otto, and solemnly warned him.

"Therefore, everything you just saw is important."

Remember every detail; perhaps your trial has already begun.

Una believed that since the goddess had responded, she must have already prepared a trial for Otto.

All Otto had to do was deal with it calmly.

With Una's explanation, Otto breathed a sigh of relief.

This at least shows that the ceremony did not fail.

As for what the black-robed skeleton and the beauty with blood and tears really meant, he couldn't figure it out yet, so he decided to continue with his original plan.

After putting on her equipment, Xing Shui Bie Cuo opened Yumir's room.

Today is the day Otto heads to the dungeon.

Otto and Ymir are ready, and as for Una and Maeve, they are about to leave Oak Town.

The group arrived at the city gate, chatting and laughing. The morning sun shone on them, giving each of their features a golden edge.

Just like the scene when the Dragonbreaker Blade team parted ways that day, they too were going their separate ways.

Maeve is heading to Silverfrost City to reunite with her granddaughter.

She stood at the city gate, her hands behind her back, a hint of anticipation on her face.

The thought of seeing her granddaughter, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, filled her with joy.

Una, on the other hand, is heading to Academy City.

"Young man, welcome to Academy City from now on."

Una chattered to Otto about the wonderful things about Academy City, her words filled with arrogance.

"Compared to the North, that's a truly great place!"

But what moved Una to this point, besides her nostalgia for Academy City, was more her reluctance to part with Otto.

She had known Otto for so long, and although she always complained about him, she had actually considered him a friend long ago.

"You, squat down."

"Una suddenly said."

Otto was a little confused, but he still squatted down as instructed.

The next moment, Wu Na reached out and gave him a big hug.

She wrapped her arms around Otto's neck and buried her face in his chest.

Otto could feel the warmth and softness emanating from the petite body before him, and even hear the sound of sobbing.

After an unknown amount of time, Una finally released her grip, took a step back, and resumed her nonchalant expression.

She turned around and strode towards the carriage that had already been hired, without looking back, simply bidding farewell to herself.

"I look forward to hearing your story from the bards who come to Academy City."

Faced with Una's awkward farewell, Otto's lips curled up slightly, and he immediately waved back.

The carriage wheels rolled over the stone-paved road and gradually disappeared into the murky waters.

Maeve, on the other hand, summoned her undead retinue.

She snapped her fingers, and countless grayish-white bone fragments flew out of her spatial pocket, rapidly assembling and piecing together in mid-air. In just a few breaths, a wind spirit dragon crafted from skeletons appeared before her.

Its skeleton was huge and majestic, with a wingspan of more than ten meters. At this moment, eerie green flames burned in its empty eye sockets, emanating a cold aura belonging to undead creatures.

"It's time for me to go too!"

Maeve flipped onto the pterosaur's back and waved to Otto.

She did not say goodbye, but simply directed her retinue to fly towards Silverfrost City.

The wind spirit dragon's figure grew smaller and smaller in the sky, eventually turning into a black dot and disappearing into the clouds.

After watching his friends leave, Otto simply waved to their backs until they disappeared from sight.

“Alright, Ms. Ymir, it’s our turn now.”

Otto turned around and looked at Ymir beside him.

Ymir had already changed into her black robes and was holding her hammer in her hand.

Otto, on the other hand, summoned his mount, Amberstone, from the silver coffin.

After the two finished their examination, they climbed onto Amber Stone's back, with Ymir sitting behind him.

Because of Ymir's large size, she gently placed her hands on Otto's waist to maintain her balance, making the two appear even more intimate.

At this moment, Otto looked up at the distance again.

He immediately imitated Michael and loudly proclaimed.

"Let's go, Silverfrost Valley dungeon!"