Make sure there is a soldier ready at every position.

Once the ignition was complete, the opponent quickly returned to the starting position, igniting the flames and causing a series of explosions.

Hades narrowed his eyes as he thought about this.

It was as if the dog thief was personally controlling the positions of those undead warriors.

This seemingly simple operation actually requires extremely high levels of accuracy, precision, and even control over time and space.

If he makes any mistake, he could be swallowed up by the endless horde of undead warriors.

Viktor dared to take such an unconventional approach.

He seemed to have known the movements of those souls all along, as if they had been his pawns from the very beginning.

However, there was one problem that puzzled Hades greatly.

Why does this dog thief, who could easily exchange a few blows with him, have to go to such lengths to deal with these ghosts?

Was he doing it on purpose?

However, combat should be conducted in the most direct and energy-efficient way, rather than wasting physical strength unnecessarily.

Why is he going to such lengths instead of coming here? Is it because...?

"Teaching?"

Vega, perched on Erica's shoulder, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

It lowered its head and stared at Erica's body.

Just now, Victor, who was in control of Erica's body, did not use any power beyond her comprehension.

Just as he said.

Make good use of your own strength.

Victor always kept his power within a limited range, as if to allow Erica to quickly understand and comprehend it.

Viktor did not use any of those overwhelmingly powerful spells.

Otherwise, if he wanted to, he would be fully capable of completely uprooting this area along with the ground.

However, he simply used a series of skillful maneuvers to easily release a firework on the trial grounds.

That's right, it was just a firework.

Compared to Victor's other powerful magic, this magic was as insignificant as fireworks.

This perfectly confirms Viktor's second statement:

Because you can do it too.

If Erica can control every process with the same precision as Victor, then she can achieve the same effect.

It only took five minutes.

Of course, if Erica could really do all of this as skillfully as Viktor, she would have become the second Viktor long ago.

Although this series of operations is theoretically like 1+1=2, Erica can understand it just by looking at it.

However, once this process is integrated...

The difficulty then goes far beyond simply 1+1=2.

Vega stared at 'Erica' with its deep, single eye, trying to discern Victor's intentions hidden within her body.

Why would he demonstrate it to Erica under these circumstances?

Is he setting something up?

Or has Victor already realized some danger?

Vega cannot confirm.

At this moment, the crimson characters suspended in the sky began to slowly wriggle.

The flames swept over it, restoring its brilliance and transforming it into new characters:

[First Place - Time: 5 minutes: Victor Clavner]

At that moment, Vega's eyes narrowed slightly.

It wasn't because it saw the record set by the second-place finisher, which dates back a thousand years.

He was a full twenty-five minutes behind Victor.

Rather, it was because it noticed a detail.

The one who passed this trial was not considered to be Erica.

Instead, it is "Victor Clevina".

Victor was using Erica's body, though.

"Something's not right..."

Vega muttered to himself, a strange premonition rising from the depths of his heart.

It seemed to realize that Victor was preparing to deal with something.

But the next moment, a bridge made of countless steel beams rose up not far from the trial grounds.

One bridge after another rose from beneath that abyss of raging fire.

They are interconnected and extend to the edge of the trial grounds.

In the distance, a huge, tightly closed iron gate began to rumble.

With the creaking of gears and the heavy mechanical operation, the heavy steel doors slowly opened.

The cold, mechanical sounds mingled with the lingering cheers.

It was like a triumphant and violent anthem played for the victors in hell.

[The second trial begins—]

The abyss of suffering awaits your arrival.