"Examiner?" John had no intention of letting him go, and asked excitedly, "It's the kind that one must go through to become a formal demon hunter. Wait, I remember one of the tests was to imitate the so-called 'love tribulation' in Kyushu. Could it be..."

Warren's emotions and expressions, which had been forced to recover, suddenly became very ugly.

"Well, that's how it is." Berkeley seemed to be bored. He took another puff of his pipe and exhaled the smoke. He spoke slowly in a voice full of unique charm, "Love is a war in a sense. The loser will also lose his will. I am such a strong man on the battlefield. In addition to demon hunters, there are many other professions in the world who ask me to train disciples."

"Your reputation has reached an extraordinary level." Warren seemed to be relieved by Berkeley's change, but it was even more difficult for him to take his eyes off her. He said in a low voice, "Over the past few hundred years, I have heard your name more than once, the God of Love, Mrs. Berkeley. I heard that you can even achieve your same-sex goals perfectly to a certain extent, just like those evil gods."

When he said the last sentence, he couldn't help but become alert again.

It's not even just him.

The auras of the others who were originally just watching silently gradually became more solid.

I hadn't thought of this before.

However, they suddenly felt that Berkeley's charm was indeed a bit strange. In the confrontation experiment a month ago, the indescribable power also possessed such characteristics. Even though they knew that there was an abyss of no return ahead, they still fell uncontrollably.

But Berkeley chuckled, and his laughter gradually grew louder, even his branches and branches began to tremble. His charm bloomed in an instant, and even a pervert like John couldn't help but breathe faster.

"It seems that you are not mature enough, little Warren." Berkeley seemed to have finally laughed enough. He raised his slender fingers to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then shook his head. "Is this why you are trapped at the fifth level and cannot become a true legendary demon hunter? Until today, do you think I used some magic to charm you?"

"Isn't it?" Warren narrowed his eyes slightly.

Berkeley is actually very famous in certain circles.

There are countless rumors and speculations.

But the most unifying thing among them is that she is the inheritor of a special heritage.

It is suspected to come from Kyushu, and its main focus is spiritual charm.

"I've said before that love is a war of the soul." Berkeley slowly exhaled smoke, his voice becoming ethereal with the smoke. "Since it is a war, strength and strategy are indispensable, and on this battlefield, the latter is more important. How much do you think I know about you before I wage war against you?"

"."Warren said nothing.

That experience was indeed extremely painful for him and he still remembers it vividly.

It is even the stage with the highest elimination rate when demon hunters obtain exclusive titles.

Many demon hunters who have endured both physical and mental torture eventually succumbed to this stage, and their hearts were broken as well.

"I won't talk about your birth, experiences, and personality, but the most important thing is your flaws." Berkeley's eyes became sharp. "I won't talk about your miserable childhood, but the pain it brought you has become a flaw in your heart and will. Do you still remember my last evaluation of you? Your seemingly indestructible heart actually has an imperceptible switch. With just a slight press, it will be shattered in an instant. This is what I did. But the existence of the evil god does not care about flaws or will. It will only completely distort your will with irresistible power."

This sentence made the other four people present a little dazed.

I have to admit that these words are true.

Berkeley's charm has approached the limit of magic, but even so, except for Warren who once left a shadow, the others present can bear it. This is because there is a lack of targeted "strategy", but the power of the evil god is different. It has exceeded the scope of "magic" and is completely forcibly distorting everything about them from the thinking and the essence.

Warren and his companions also breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since they learned about the existence of the evil god and his people, they have become extremely vigilant in this regard.

If one is not careful, even one's will may be distorted, which is the biggest fear in this war.

"Come to think of it, you actually joined in." Warren looked at Berkeley again, just a little curious, "Do you have a wish that you must fulfill? This is really hard to imagine."

"Is it hard to imagine?" Berkeley's fiery red lips curled up slightly, "But my wish has come true."

"What?" Warren was surprised.

"It's okay to say it." Berkeley's eyes were a little blurry at the moment, as if covered with a layer of mist. "I can't count how many times I have won the 'war'. I don't know when I started to regard love as a war. I want to lose once because I want to play with people's hearts."

"Did you lose?" John, still very curious, asked impatiently.

"Lost, and lost badly." Berkeley shrugged.

"Hey, who is it? Wait——" John suddenly took a deep breath, "It can't be that man."

Although he didn't say it directly, everyone here knew who he was referring to.

Even the other two people who had remained silent couldn't help but look over at this moment.

For them, the emperor who carries the "only hope" in this desperate reality is undoubtedly the most mysterious and powerful existence in all mankind - but even if they can hypnotize themselves and put their hopes on that man, they still can't help but question. Facing the evil god that is even more terrifying than words can describe, can that man really snatch a glimmer of life for mankind?

This mentality, this uneasiness, makes them eager to know more.

However, Berkeley shook his head.

"If it was really him, maybe I would have lost as well." Her voice was filled with undisguised fascination, and she said dully, "But the one I lost to was just his subordinate, an alchemy doll named Wen Chi."

“Alchemical puppet?” It was John who exclaimed, “Could it be the instructor? Your instructor? Wait, you actually attacked the instructor? Damn it, you must teach me this technique!”

(End of this chapter)