Wriggle!

The dead body under the coffin convulsed. The limbs were bent at a strange angle and it seemed to be dancing on the pool of blood. It was even more bizarre when the sinister laughter of the master of the corpse was heard as the background sound.

“Ugh...” The blue-faced Skunk swallowed down his nausea. It was because he knew the identity of the coffin that crushed the corpse. It was the Divine Wood Coffin where Chreshler’s soul was sealed. Skunk couldn’t understand Chreshler’s sentiment of laughing after destroying the corpse that was his own body (?). If he hadn’t known that Chreshler was a former Pope and hero with great achievements, he would’ve treated Chreshler as a pure lunatic.

On the other hand, Marie Rose gave off tremendous pressure just by existing. A beautiful woman sitting on a coffin that was crushing a corpse—the status abnormalities she caused surpassed the status abnormalities that the evil gods had caused earlier.

He could resist these ones with the power of a legend, but it wasn’t because Marie Rose’s status was low. Skunk could guess that she was suppressing her strength.

‘Marie Rose… the pinnacle of the direct descendants who is beyond Beriache.’

Was it due to the Curse of Sloth? Marie Rose had no history of showing any passion when she appeared directly or indirectly in various records. It was similar now. Her beautiful eyes were...