I'm not just human!

"You...you killed my wife? I'll fight you to the death!"

Suddenly, a furious roar rang out from one of the smaller worlds.

The contestant was quite tall. After entering the thatched hut and figuring out what had happened, he grabbed a hoe from the door without hesitation and charged at the morphing monster.

Although shapeshifting monsters can transform into the appearance of the humans they devour for a short period of time after consuming them, and almost truly become that person.

However, before the transformation is complete, it remains eerie, just like other eerie things, and full of danger.

Just then, the contestant, who had transformed into a tall farmer, was about to smash the shapeshifting monster on the bed with a hoe.

The morphing monster's jelly-like, translucent purple body suddenly trembled and sprouted sharp spikes!

In that instant, it transformed from a seemingly harmless puddle of jelly into a porcupine that suddenly attacked and killed people!

In that instant, the contestant's hoe came crashing down.

Bang!!!!!

The impact was deafening, shaking the earth and forests. The thatched hut was instantly obliterated, leaving only a bottomless crater in its place.

The cracks outside the deep pit stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers, and even the streams dried up instantly because the water flowed into the fissures that were about to split the earth apart.

"This……"

The audience was stunned at first, then suddenly realized that although the memories of these angels or angel-level overlords were blocked, their strength had not changed!

An angel's full-force attack can indeed easily produce such an effect.

Since the thatched hut was completely destroyed, the shapeshifting monster was naturally smashed to pieces. Even though it was bizarre, it couldn't withstand the angry blow of an angel.

But after that shovel struck, the contestant was bewildered, staring blankly at the earth-shattering effect that he himself had caused.

The next moment, his whole body flashed with golden light and he was directly teleported out of the small world.

Immediately afterwards, five more figures were teleported out with Him.

These five contestants either chose to run away or recklessly charged forward and killed the shapeshifting monster.

Those who fled need not be mentioned; cowards are not worthy of perusing the golden scrolls.

But those who rushed in recklessly were also eliminated.

The reason is simple: if they were not angels, but just ordinary farmers, their rash attack on the strange creature was tantamount to suicide.

He has courage, but lacks resourcefulness.

Of the six contestants, five were angels, and one was even an angel-level overlord. After being teleported out, their memory shields were lifted, and they instantly realized what had happened, filled with regret.

However, some contestants, with expressions of dissatisfaction, looked up at the remaining ten small worlds.

They wanted to see what others had to do to avoid being eliminated.

Even more so, how exactly does one meet the selection criteria for the Golden Dao Beacon Scroll?

……

Within one of these small worlds.

The clown's face paint had completely disappeared, and his red nose was gone too.

Without that strange attire, he actually looked quite handsome, especially with his deep-set eyes and high nose bridge, which resembled Xia Fa quite a bit, but he wasn't as handsome as Xia Fa.

The clown, of course, also transformed into a farmer, but he simply stood at the doorway without saying a word or making any other unnecessary movements; he was just standing there, his expression utterly calm.

It should be noted that after their memories were blocked, none of the sixteen contestants knew any information or intelligence about the shapeshifting monsters.

Yet, even in this situation, as his wife was devoured, the clown remained remarkably calm, his eyes showing not a trace of emotion.

He suddenly went into the kitchen on the left side of the thatched hut, then came out again and continued to stand at the door, quietly watching the shapeshifting monster.

Of course, calling it a kitchen is really just a matter of having a small stove and a variety of simple and basic kitchen utensils.

Finally, the shapeshifting monster began to transform, gradually turning into the gentle and beautiful appearance of the peasant woman under the influence of the runes that appeared on its body.

In that instant, the clown's eyes changed, as if incredulous, yet he remained calm and made no move to react.

Just a few seconds later, the shapeshifting monster completely transformed into the appearance of the farmer's wife, looking exactly like the wife in his memory.

The shapeshifting monster stood up, and a look of panic suddenly appeared on its face:

"Honey, you...you're back! I was so scared! A monster broke into the house..."

The clown, now laughing, finally revealed a tender expression, like a truly reliable husband, and opened his arms to the monstrous creature in the form of his wife.

Although He appeared so thin, the moment He opened His arms, He seemed so reliable, and His voice was exceptionally gentle:

"It's alright, I'm here. Where's the monster? I'll drive it away for you."

The monster, shaped like a farmer's wife, immediately pounced into the clown's arms and hugged him tightly.

"I...I don't know. I'm so scared right now, darling, but thankfully you're here—uh!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, the monster that resembled the farmer's wife suddenly opened its eyes wide, its eyeballs almost bulging out:

"Why...why..."

The clown with the startled laugh pulled out the knife stuck in its back and casually pushed it away.

Seeing the monstrous creature in the shape of his wife twitch on the ground and then die, the clown with a startled laugh turned around and looked up at the calm, azure sky.

"I've avenged you. Go in peace, my love..."

Suddenly, golden rays of light surged around Him, then condensed into a bronze badge, which landed in His hand.

……

Within the painter's small world.

"No, no, no! You are not her, and you could never be her!"

Inside the thatched hut, a painter dressed as a farmer hysterically denounced his master, clutching his head with a pained expression on his face.

"Darling, I am who I am. What are you talking about?"

The shapeshifting monster, resembling a farmer's wife, looked worried and reached out to touch the painter's forehead.

"Do you have a fever? I'll go pick some herbs and mushrooms to make you some soup..."

The painter bit his lip, tears streaming down his face.

"But you're not her, I saw it all, I saw it all..."

The shapeshifting monster, resembling a peasant woman, trembled, clutching her collar in fear, shrinking back, her face full of pitifulness.

"Honey, what's wrong? I'm scared, please don't scare me..."

The painter turned to look at it, and seeing its endearing appearance, his expression shifted, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Sometimes, I really wish I could wake up every morning and forget about the day before, so that I could live with you without any worries."

The shapeshifting monster, resembling a peasant woman, inherited her memories and personality, and was inherently pure and kind. Seeing this, it didn't quite understand the painter's words, but seeing that the painter had relented, it happily said:

"You don't need to forget, we can also live together carefree."

The painter shook his head, his tone suddenly filled with profound sorrow:

"No, you are not her. I remember her face, her every smile and frown, the faint fragrance of her hair brushing against my nose, and the chamomile she picked for a day and a night to weave for me. No matter what, you can never replace her!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly gritted his teeth, a resolute line appearing on the edge of his jaw:

"Now that she's dead, I won't live on either!"

After the painter finished speaking, he turned and resolutely rushed into the kitchen. When he came out, he had picked up a kitchen knife and held it to his own neck.

"You look like her, I can't bear to kill you. After I die, bury me and her clothes in the same place."

Having said that, he exerted force with his hand, and it looked as if he was about to slash it towards his own neck.

Suddenly, the painter stopped, as if realizing something, and began to mutter absentmindedly:

"What...what am I doing?"

He suddenly remembered a poem, a folk poem that was widely circulated in the countryside.

Money is valuable, but love is priceless.

For the sake of life, both can be thrown away.

With a crash, the painter threw the kitchen knife to the ground and shook his head.

"Forget it, I'd rather not die."

A golden light suddenly surged up and swirled around the painter, but it neither teleported him away nor condensed into an emblem of any material.

It seems to be waiting for something.

……

Within the small world where Tefaro resides.

Tefalo, of course, also transformed into a farmer, a farmer with no knowledge of mysticism whatsoever.

But at this moment, He stood still, his left hand supporting his right elbow, his right hand stroking his chin, deep in thought.

Beside Him, the shapeshifting monster, now resembling a farmer's wife, looked at Him with a mixture of worry and confusion.

This shapeshifting monster had clearly just completed its transformation; some runes on its body hadn't yet dissipated, yet it already looked so gentle and captivating.

"Darling, why aren't you saying anything?"

Tefalo remained unmoved, his eyes gleaming, growing brighter and brighter.

Even though His memories were blocked and He had no knowledge of any mysticism, He began to recall the process of the shapeshifting monster transforming into His wife.

In particular, the secret runes on the shapeshifting monster's body were now branded into His heart like a branding iron.

Suddenly, it felt like a blessing had come to me.

Tefal picked up a twig and, using the math he had learned at the church primary school and the secret text he had just memorized, began to carve it on the ground.

The shapeshifting monster, resembling a farmer's wife, was utterly terrified and said with some fear:

“Darling, what’s wrong with you…”

"Don't move."

Tefaro spoke in a deep voice, his tone surprisingly commanding.