Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

As the brief song drew to a close, the dark fairy tale book in Grimm's hands floated into the air on its own.

The pages turned with a rustling sound, stopping at the Little Red Riding Hood story section.

[Margaret, the half-wolf girl (core character), unlock condition: dissect the bellies of one hundred canine creatures.]

Status: Unlocked

[Ceremony Requirement 1: Thousands of Tons of Flesh and Blood]

【Ceremony Requirement Two: Sing the nursery rhyme "Pre-meal Prayer" aloud】

That bright red figure leaps off the page, its lively eyes, like those of a deer in the forest, seem to shift eerily.

Facing the carcass of the beluga whale, Green solemnly recited:

"Offer this thousand tons of flesh and blood to the forest, descend, Margaret!"

As Green's shout faded, the wind around the camp suddenly turned fishy and foul, and the dust flying everywhere was stained dark red.

The remaining beluga whale carcass melted and liquefied at a visible speed, turning into a torrent of red blood that meandered and surged through the air.

These thick waves of blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, surging towards the dark fairy tale book suspended in mid-air, seeping in along the edges of the pages.

With each penny deposited, Margaret Little Red Riding Hood's illustration glows with a bewitching red light.

As the red light climbed to the last corner of the encyclopedia, the pages trembled with a "hum," and a scarlet beam of light suddenly shot into the sky, staining the dawn sky blood-red.

Within the pillar of light, a slender figure slowly materialized.

She was a girl who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. Her scarlet hooded cloak fluttered in the wind, and the edge of the hood was embroidered with dark gold thorn patterns, which rippled with a faint magical light as she moved.

Her long, flaxen-colored curly hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her cold, lake-blue eyes held a greedy indifference that seemed to devour everything, as if all things in the world were merely garnishes on her plate.

The girl slowly descended, placing one foot on Green's shoulder.

Ding-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling~

The silver bell on her wrist jingled softly in the wind, its sound carrying a hint of joy and excitement at seeing the light of day again.

"My beloved apostle, Grimm Andersen... What an exciting encounter! Hahaha, I wonder if I'll be the first one to arrive?"

Margaret's petite frame looked to weigh no more than 40 kilograms, but Green felt as if he were carrying a mountain.

His animalistic instincts and warning systems completely failed him, even sending a ridiculous thought to his mind:

You have been preyed upon; please die immediately.

Green struggled to lift his head and said haltingly, "Big sister... you just revealed my real name to me. What if I get eaten by Gluttony later?"

The girl covered her mouth and chuckled, "Haha, you can't die, Green, or something terrible will happen."

That damned dark fairy tale book had been urging him to activate the ritual ever since Grimm unlocked the core encyclopedia.

The magical knowledge provided by the Snow White encyclopedia also helped him analyze the types and abilities of rituals.

All the clues point to one result: summoning and arrival.

"Oh my God!"

Old Simon walked over tremblingly and knelt down like a pilgrim ten steps away from Margaret.

"A deity has descended to earth! It is Her Majesty the Forest Goddess!"

His aged voice was choked with sobs, his withered hands were pressed tightly to the ground, and his forehead was pounding against the ground with a loud thud.

These words were like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the deathly silence of the camp.

"What a joke! Gods actually exist!"

"It's true! It's the one from the reliefs in the Church of Abundance!"

"Goddess of the Forest, please protect us lost sheep!"

……

Among the soldiers were many believers, who were kneeling in droves, their foreheads pressed to the ground, not daring to look directly at the gods.

Amid the commotion and clamor of worship from the crowd, only Regulus remained calm, even displaying a somewhat presumptuous scrutiny.

He greedily gazed at Margaret's beautiful face beneath the brim of her hat, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"What a beautiful face."

Regulus muttered to himself, completely ignoring the kneeling crowd around him and disregarding the terrifying pressure emanating from Green's shoulder.

In his distorted mind, any woman who is beautiful and special enough should become one of his many wives, and the girl who appeared out of nowhere was no exception.

Regulus straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and stopped directly in front of Green.

He raised his head to look at Margaret, his tone carrying an air of condescending arrogance:

"You are quite good, qualified to be my wife. Abandon your ant-like existence and come with me. As a loving husband, I can generously forgive the sins that made me look up to you."

Before she could finish speaking, Margaret suddenly tilted her head, a faint hint of mockery flashing in her lake-blue eyes.

The girl in the red robe raised her index finger and held it between her delicate, thin lips.

"Shh—I'm talking to the dog."

Before he could react, the girl on Green's shoulder suddenly raised her foot, her slender toe carrying a thunderous force, striking Regulus precisely in the chest.

"Bang--!"

A deafening thud exploded.

Before Regulus could even utter a cry of alarm, he was sent flying backward like a cannonball struck by a battering ram, leaving an endless trail of dust across the wilderness.

"What flew by?"

Lai froze on the spot, his mouth, which had been drooling, still slightly open, while his scarlet pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared intently at the direction Regulus had flown backward, his eyes trembling slightly. His greedy expression was completely replaced by astonishment, and he even forgot to swallow the saliva that slid down the corner of his mouth.

Almost the strongest fighter among the Archbishops of Sin, he was kicked away by that seemingly slender girl in red robes?

Green blinked in disbelief, guessing it would be fierce, but he hadn't expected it to be this fierce.

Seeing this, he didn't care about anything else and raised his small hand to point at the Bishop of Gluttony.

"Margaret, kick that little dwarf too!"

"Hey, is it my turn yet?"

Lai raised his wrist to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the red-robed girl's body.

Margaret raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of mocking ruthlessness flashing in her lake-blue eyes.

She lightly used her toes to support herself on Green's shoulder, and her slender figure suddenly rose into the air, drawing a red arc in mid-air.

Whoosh—Bang!

The next second, the girl's right leg straightened into a sharp curved blade, slashing down fiercely towards Lai with a sharp whistling sound.

Ray's pupils contracted sharply. His survival instinct overwhelmed all his shock, and he scrambled to the side.

"laugh--!"

A sharp gust of wind grazed his shoulder, leaving a small cut.

Before I could even feel relieved, a sharp, burning pain shot through my shoulder.

He looked down and his pupils dilated to their maximum size—the wound was small, but the bright red blood was gushing out as if it were alive, and he couldn't stop it.

"Damn it, is this the blessing of death?"

The flowing blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, detaching from Lai's body and turning into thin blood streaks that danced in the air.

Margaret landed slowly, raised her hand and made a clenching motion. The scattered blood threads swirled and converged around her, gradually condensing into a blood sphere the size of a human head.

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly and deepened her breathing.

The surging blood cells separated a wisp of blood vapor from her breath and flowed into Margaret's nasal cavity.

"Hmph—blood mixed with countless soul fragments is really hard to swallow."