"Learn, learn, learn well." The appearance of the big devil did not exceed Mu Hua's expectations.

Or rather, because he had seen the male devil before, Tuesday's appearance was actually a surprise to Mu Hua.

Walking closer to Zhou Er who was half-kneeling on the ground, Mu Hua poked her skin with his fingers. Her skin had no keratin structure and was delicate, soft and resilient.

Well, of course, this softness is applicable to forces above a certain level, otherwise the touch may become that of fluorinated rubber.

"Come to think of it, if I use a big demon as a medium for keratinized skin, can I get wings like yours?" After touching Tuesday's body, Mu Hua reached out to grab Tuesday's wings.

Hard, bones like steel, feather scales tough. Unlike what one might imagine, the wings would be easily damaged, the defense power was quite strong, and Mu Hua even felt a sharp feeling from them.

The wing bones of her wings are not the kind that are separated by one by one. Instead, they are structured like a spinal whip, which can be retracted and folded. During a deliberate demonstration on Tuesday, the devil's wings could actually cover her body like an armor-like battle robe.

Very cool stuff, Mu Hua likes this pair of wings.

"Master, you should appreciate my temperament and beauty more instead of thinking about taking parts of me apart." Tuesday's eyes turned into dark devil's pupils, as if he was quite displeased with Mu Hua's focus, and he complained.

The devil's dark eyes can be retracted, but Tuesday has just completed its evolution and is currently unable to control its body in detail.

The big devil's complaints were met with Mu Hua's rolling eyes. Tuesday had no choice but to confirm that if he wanted his master to get impatient with him, he would probably have to learn the art of shapeshifting well.

Mu Hua just mentioned the devil's wings casually. After all, he didn't get the devil's horns from the Minotaur.

In fact, Mu Hua is not very obsessed with the human form. Even from the perspective of his previous life, he thinks some demons with human-like bodies are quite handsome.

Of course, this may be more of a man's perspective, a recognition of power.

Accompanied by an illusory distortion, the huge demon slowly dissipated, and a woman in a black gauze robe appeared in front of Mu Hua.

"Is this death?" Mu Hua asked softly, extending his hand towards the woman's cheek.

A woman with long black hair like a waterfall, cherry lips and a turned-up nose, well-proportioned facial features, and a beautiful appearance except for her eyes. This is another form of Tuesday, that is, 'Death' evolved from the Spirit of Curse.

This form of Tuesday has a completely human body, mysterious, quiet, and a bit like Vivian's temperament. The only flaw is probably that she has a pair of lifeless drooping eyes.

His palm touched his cheek, it was delicate and cold. Mu Hua curled his lips. Well, it was still cold.

This pattern on Tuesday should still belong to the category of the dead.

"Yes, our existence is very special. Strictly speaking, we should be the god of death in human stories." As he spoke, Tuesday floated behind Mu Hua, put his arms around Mu Hua's neck, and put his cheek against Mu Hua's face.

Tuesday on his back was almost weightless. Although he could touch Mu Hua and feel reality, it was actually a spiritual state.

Although he could still switch between physical and spiritual forms as before, Tuesday's transformation into a physical form now looked like the great devil.

"Death? Is it related to the death in Apocalypse?" Not paying attention to Tuesday's behavior, Mu Hua called the skeleton warriors to return to the edge of the abyss to fish.

"The mother body that gave birth to us also determines our strength and survival ability to a large extent. It should be a similar existence." Tuesday said, without Mu Hua asking in detail, and began to explain his situation.

"I can collect the deaths of living beings. For example, if you kill a bamboo pig, I can collect its death and inflict it on another living being, making it suffer a death of the same intensity."

"Equal intensity? Death, injury?" Tuesday's statement was very vague and Mu Hua didn't quite understand it.

"No, it probably involves the law of causality. It could be a car accident, a fall, an illness, etc. It's not an injury, but a death of the same intensity."

"Can it be purified?"

"No, 'Death' is the end. Once you are infected, it is inevitable. Well... enough faith should be able to imagine the power to avoid death. Maybe it is possible."

The power of faith? Mu Hua just couldn't understand that thing. He felt that playing with it required self-hypnosis and self-brainwashing, and it was impossible to distort one's own cognition and values. It was basically impossible to touch it.

However, no matter how non-magical the power of faith is, immunity from death does not seem to be something that an ordinary charlatan can achieve. I think it requires extremely high-level divine arts.

Thinking about Tuesday's abilities, in addition to collecting deaths, her ability is a bit like Final Destination, which seems a bit invincible.

"Of course, what can kill a bamboo pig may not necessarily kill a human." As Mu Hua sighed, he heard Tuesday continue to speak.

"Collect, how to collect?" Mu Hua frowned. This probably refers to the intensity of death. The complexity of it makes him feel headache. So why not just not collect the deaths of weak creatures?

If faced with the death of a high-level monster, ordinary humans would surely die no matter how hard they tried, and even the protagonist's halo might not be able to withstand it.

"It's simple. Just be near the deceased."

"Master, I only need one war, just one war, and I can collect a large amount of death."

"I can indiscriminately release doom within a one-kilometer radius. Every kilometer, without interruption, we can destroy a city without anyone noticing. We can make all human beings tremble in fear of the unknown."

Well, here we go again, Mu Hua rolled his eyes again, as if he hadn’t heard such large-scale destructive talk on Tuesday for a long time.

All humans? Unknown fear? Are you sure it's unknown? In human legends, there has long been a shadow of the existence of "death". Mu Hua doesn't believe that no one can detect the clues of such a large-scale disaster.

"It requires collecting deaths, which means that this is not an ability that can be used freely." Before Mu Hua spoke, Tina interrupted, but her focus was a bit problematic.

"It's no different from free use. Don't forget that the lives destroyed by death will bring new deaths." Mu Hua complained.

Although he was not clear about the concept of death, Mu Hua roughly understood its meaning.

That is to say, if you hang around places where people die more often, you will get the so-called death. And if you throw this kind of death on another person on Tuesday, that person will face bad luck that may be life-threatening.

Doesn't that mean you're invincible?

Oh, that doesn't seem right. Death and doom are not instant death, and people who know her existence will probably fight her to the death. But... she is still invincible. As for death and doom, maybe she will kill herself when she fights to the death.

"Is this ability controllable? For example, choosing from the deaths you have collected, and choosing which death to bring down on whom?" Mu Hua asked, frowning.

If we can control it and stab more powerful monsters, then whoever we want will die will die, right?

Even if the King is targeted by Tuesday, he will probably have bad luck for the rest of his life, right?

"I'm sorry, Master. Death is merciful. It is my instinct to absorb death. If I release it indiscriminately, death will randomly find a host."

"If it's directed to be granted, we can only care for each living being once, and the extent of death he will suffer is not something I can decide." Weird words kept coming out of Tuesday's mouth.

Mu Hua suddenly realized, well, it was the Grim Reaper again, but the death spread by this Grim Reaper still had a certain survival rate. The key to its survival was probably directly affected by its own strength.

It is a very strange and terrifying ability. The power of faith may be considered her mortal enemy. If she were placed in the human world, she would be almost no different from the real god of death.

As long as she wants to cause trouble and as long as no one knows her background, this girl with droopy eyes might really be able to cause mass extinction of species, right?
Didn't you hear what she said? A death from being stabbed could also be caused by a car accident, a serious illness, a fire, etc. . .

It wouldn't be surprising if this not only killed one person, but also caused some other adverse effects, right?

Looking at Tuesday in some surprise, Mu Hua took a breath of cold air. Although he had never seen the Demon Lord, in Mu Hua's opinion, in terms of the ability to cause harm, Tuesday might be more dangerous than the Demon Lord.

"How many Grim Reapers like you are there?" Ikaros, who had been squatting nearby and acting as a nobody, suddenly asked.

Well, this is also a question that Mu Hua wants to ask again. The existence of Tuesday is a bit scary.

"There's no inevitability in our birth. There shouldn't be many of us. At least I haven't seen any of our kind so far." Tuesday shook his head.

"It's hard to say about the Cursed Spirit, but I don't think it will live long if it evolves into your type."

"Resurrection magic, well, the substitute amulet should work too, right? After I survive the fate of death brought by you once, I will be immune to this ability of yours. As long as I survive the death brought by you once, it would be strange if I don't hunt you to the ends of the earth." Mu Hua sighed.

Compared to Tuesday's state of the god of death, several people seemed to have ignored her state of the great devil, but it must be said that as a great devil, she is also a gatherer of death. This is what Tuesday said: the mother body that gave birth to them determines the fundamental basis of their strength.

After all, a fraudster who gathers and distributes death and a great demon who gathers and distributes death are not the same thing, needless to say.

"No, Mu Hua, what I want to ask is, if she brings death to you now, will you not be afraid of them in the future?" Ikaros interrupted the conversation.

"Huh?" As Ikaros asked, Mu Hua and Tina were stunned. While looking at each other, Mu Hua reached out and pulled Tuesday from behind to the front.

Yes, the deaths released on Tuesdays are more random, but they are also random from the deaths she absorbs.

She is still a pink and tender baby, and has not collected any death on her body.

If I catch a mouse and kill it in front of her now, and then let her transfer this death to me, and I survive this death, then when I meet creatures like Tuesday in the future, I will be able to ignore their horrible abilities.

Don't they say they can only cast Final Destination once on each living being?

Mu Hua and Tina looked at Tuesday, only to see that Tuesday curled his lips and gave Ikaros a look of disdain.

"You're so nosy! This is what I was going to say." Tuesday said to Ikaros, and Mu Hua and Tina's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Okay, now, Tuesday, you stay here and do nothing. Tina, go out and get some mice. Oh, and how about some bugs?" Mu Hua said as he asked the skeleton warriors who were fishing to put away their rods again.

Tuesday absorbs death out of his control, and if he catches monsters again, it will be troublesome to kill them. As for the undead on the island, it doesn't matter. Tuesday only deals with living creatures. Undead have no death for Tuesday to collect, and undead don't accept death and doom.

It would be best not to let any death happen around Tuesday. It would be most appropriate if a few little white mice died, and then let the brothers all suffer the death of these little white mice.

"Ordinary bugs won't work. The mice better be adult ones. I'm not a trash can." Tuesday looked a little proud.

This is indeed the benefit she can bring to Mu Hua. She can ensure that Mu Hua will no longer be threatened by people of her kind in the future.

With Tuesday confirmed, Mu Hua left Ikaros to guard Tuesday, while he returned to the hotel with Tina. Under the cover of night, the two searched for traces of rats in the town.

Catch mice, catch as many as possible. It is not just Mu Hua who has this rare opportunity. He can take advantage of it to make everyone around him suffer the death of a mouse.

Drowning is not a good idea. This way of death is too general. If you put them in water, you can’t tell whether the rat or the human will die first. It’s hard to determine the intensity of death.

Death is not that simple. It does not mean that death from rats has no intensity. The standard for measuring the intensity of death is somewhat vague. Comfortable and low-intensity damage should barely be considered a standard.

Headshots and heart penetrations are no problem, they are all considered impacts. Forget it, just to be on the safe side, let's not do it.

To let it die peacefully and comfortably, for example, by giving it a dose of medicine that will definitely not be lethal?

Forget it, just beat him to death with moderate force. That's the most direct way. Since Tuesday said that there is a way to overcome the doom of death, there is nothing more direct than this.

It was late at night but not peaceful. There were many outsiders in the town now. Drunk pedestrians could be seen on the streets from time to time, and the sirens of police cars could be heard occasionally.

He originally wanted to catch mice, but after careful consideration, Mu Hua realized that birds' ability to survive should be weaker than mice, and their death should be "lighter".

Bugs? You know what, some bugs are really good. It may be related to their natural lifespan. They will accept the death of any creature that can live for more than three to five years.

But insects actually have a strong ability to survive. You can't be sure whether some of them are dead even if you crush them into mud. They are too cruel. More importantly, it is impossible to determine how to calculate the intensity of death.

While summoning ravens to catch birds, Mu Hua suddenly discovered that there were two more patrol motherships flying above the town.

The starships are gathering, and it seems that the day for the Star Patrol Conference is getting closer. (End of this chapter)