Volume 1 Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Final Trial

It was difficult for someone with a low IQ to communicate.

But… it was not impossible to communicate.

Soon, Kanor reached a "friendly agreement" with the "Crown of the Forgotten."

"Dear, great, all-knowing new master, you are destined to inherit this Divine Kingdom, and I will do my best to help you regain everything that belongs to you."

The respectful voice of the Crown of the Forgotten echoed in Kanor’s soul.

In truth, Kanor really hadn’t done much to it.

The little girl was surprised to find that her Versatile Kitchenware seemed to be even more "advanced."

What she could do with the Versatile Kitchenware was not as simple as just communicating with the Crown of the Forgotten.

She could also… use this thing as nourishment for the Versatile Kitchenware.

The Versatile Kitchenware seemed to have gained some incredible qualities after its upgrade.

In the moment Kanor realized this, the wildly acting Divine Artifact in her hand showed its submission.

Although it talked a lot, it still seemed quite sensible.

Kanor would never really destroy it; after all, she had worked hard running to five places to create it.

But since the other party respected her so much, communication became much easier.

At least, she didn’t have to worry about being questioned for showing "ignorance."

After all, now she was the one with the advantage.

"You are called ‘Crown of the Forgotten,’ right… what is this ‘heritage’ all about?"

As Kanor said this, the Crown of the Forgotten naturally did not dare to hide anything.

"Dear new master, this heritage is the power over ‘death’ that the ‘master’ condensed into a physical form before passing away, placed here along with the control of this Divine Kingdom, waiting for the chosen successor to inherit it after passing the test…"

"Is the power here over death?" Kanor nodded, not surprised. "Then… what is the ‘price’ to pay if the task cannot be completed?"

"Half of the soul," the Crown of the Forgotten replied, "those deprived souls will also become the spoils for the ultimate successful heir, given during the ceremony of becoming a god."

"I understand now."

Kanor was no longer worried.

The only thing she worried about was whether she would end up harming Lalea and the other two innocent ones.

If only half of a soul is "taken away" during the process of becoming a god, there is a lot of room for maneuvering.

Although there were many more questions to ask, knowing this much was enough for now.

Kanor did not sense that the evil gods had descended into this space, but she could guess that the two evil gods must have a plan.

As a mere Superlative Level mortal, trying to survive against two evil gods and even gain some benefits…

The only hope was to take control of this Divine Kingdom.

This was a thousand times more dangerous than attempting to skin a tiger… Kanor was eager to try!

With the Crown of the Forgotten on her head, she felt she could sense the presence of the other "people" through it.

What needed to be done next was very simple.

Defeat all of them!

First is…

The first one.

Kanor arrived on the wasteland.

A shadow of someone searching for something seemed to sense the arrival of another person early.

Then… the opponent did not hesitate and attacked Kanor directly!

"Legend level."

Kanor’s pupils narrowed, but she showed no sign of backing down.

If it were outside, a legend level person would be enough for Kanor to avoid the danger.

But now, they were inside the "Divine Kingdom of Death."

In her hand, she held the Divine Artifact that belonged to her.

The Forgotten Crown released a thick mist, blocking the fierce magical attack.

Soon after, the power of death wrapped around the opponent.

Even at the legend level, the opponent’s vibrant life force withered in that moment.

Kanor did not kill her opponent; instead, she withdrew her magic just as the opponent fainted.

And then…

She rushed to the location of the second person.

It was before the Tombstone of the Underworld.

Just by looking at them for a moment, even though their identity was hidden, Kanor recognized who they were.

It was Lalea, who was walking with her.

But now she couldn’t share her identity with Lalea.

So Kanor did the same thing and made Lalea faint.

After that, only one person was left.

Among a crowd of wandering souls, Kanor saw the blurry figure of that last person and was stunned.

Just like recognizing Lalea, she naturally recognized the other’s identity.

"Sister Dorothy?"

Kanor was bewildered.

Why was Sister Dorothy here?

Although she knew Sister Dorothy was in the Holy Capital, she wondered why she would be in a place like this…

Right, Master Lolth wanted to take action against the Director of the Heretic Tribunal; Sister Dorothy might also have a false identity.

At today’s banquet, Sister Dorothy and Master Lolth might both be hiding among the guests.

At least, after the evil god appeared, Master Lolth should have noticed something strange…

So, Sister Dorothy’s presence here made sense.

It’s just…

Is this Master Lolth’s plan?

Kanor was trapped in confusion, lurking outside the wandering souls, unsure how to deal with Dorothy.

Should she knock her out or let Sister Dorothy go?

She looked at the Crown of the Forgotten in her hands.

After thinking for a moment, Kanor gently shook her head.

"Master Lolth wouldn’t assign this cursed ‘power’ to Sister Dorothy."

"And she wouldn’t let Sister Dorothy take risks with two evil gods around."

She had already made a judgment.

This was an "accident."

So, her plan remained the same.

"Sorry, Sister Dorothy."

She whispered this softly, hiding her figure.

Kanor did not use the death magic here. Instead, after getting close to Dorothy, she cast her own "Sleep Spell," making her faint and gently laid her down on the ground.

After she did all this, the whole Divine Kingdom shook once again.

The tombstone, mostly repaired by Lalea, glowed with a blue-green light, and then the Crown of the Forgotten shouted excitedly.

"Ah—We’re entering the Final Trial!"

"You truly are the chosen one!"

It shouted this, and countless death magic powers surged in front of Kanor.

The scene around her changed, as if moving from a wide, ruined space…

To a small, elegant room.

This was an ordinary wooden house with no hint of death; outside the window was a blue sky, and inside, the candle flickered.

Inside the wooden house, there was a low square table, and on the table lay an unfolded silk scroll.

On each side of the square table, there were two cushions.

Kanor held the Crown of the Forgotten and moved closer to the square table.

Then, she saw the contents of the silk scroll.

"What… is this?"

Even Kanor couldn’t help but feel her pupils shrink at the sight on the silk scroll.