Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 221, Round Two: A Difficult Problem Testing the Intelligence of Angel-Level Overlords? Xia Fa Wins Completely!

"Michelle..."

Alexander murmured, looking at the humanoid figure with six pure white wings standing in the cabin.

That's Michelle, without a doubt.

Only Michelle would have such iconic wings.

However, at this moment, Michelle was covered in blood, even her sacred wings were stained with blood.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were wide open, and his face was splattered with bright red blood.

But in His wide eyes, there was not fear, but... rage!
And the exhilaration of venting anger and humiliation, the exhilaration of revenge!
Right at Michel's feet lay a brown-haired young man, barely alive and on the verge of death.

Neither Xiafa nor Alexander recognized the young man, but they could sense that he was merely an angel, not a ruler.

As a hegemon, he has an almost instinctive sense for other beings who have signed hegemon-level secret agreements.

That feeling was very strange, indescribable, but it could be discerned as long as other overlords stood in front of it.

Just then, the painter, who had just returned from the arena, spoke up with considerable surprise:

"Beckerk? What's going on with you two...?"

On the stained floor of the cabin, the young man named Becker struggled to lift his head:
"The painting... the painter... I... please help me..."

He was covered in terrible wounds, and even as an angel, his powerful healing ability could not help him recover in a short time. Fortunately, he was still kept alive.

Moreover, everyone could see that in addition to his physical injuries, Beckerke's soul was also severely damaged.

He was so close to perishing on the spot.

Tefalo, however, looked at Michelle, who was covered in blood, with a serious expression:
“Michelle, what happened?”

Although Michel is a member of the Earthly Kingdom of the Natural Monarchs, not the Earthly Kingdom of the Silver Universe, he should, in principle, be under the jurisdiction of the painter.

Of all the people present, if you were to ask who Michel was most afraid of, it would be Tefal.

After all, Tefal had almost killed Him, yet spared Him, so easily manipulating His life and death.

Therefore, although Tefalo's question was not particularly harsh, it still made Michel tremble violently.

Michel seemed to suddenly come to his senses, but his face still showed lingering anger. He glanced at Tefal, then at the painter, and finally even swept his gaze over Caesar, before his eyes slowly regained their clarity.

Even after fully regaining his senses, he remained defiant, his fists clenched.

“I almost killed Beckerke. That’s how it is. Tefalo, this is not your business. Mr. Painter, you can report it to the Cardinal Archbishop. I will accept the punishment.”

As his anger began to dissipate and reason gradually prevailed, he decided against continuing his attack on Beckerk.

But the more this was the case, the stranger it seemed to everyone.

No matter what, Michel is an angel-level overlord. Even if she is a bit arrogant on weekdays, she wouldn't be stupid enough to have a conflict with Becker at this time, right?

However, the young people present, especially those from the Earthly Kingdom of the Natural Monarchs, knew that Beckerk had always been a bit sarcastic and that he and Michel were not on good terms.

But no one expected that the two would actually start fighting at this time!

Moreover, Michel almost killed Becker!

Most importantly... Beckerk is one of only two out of the thirty-two contestants who didn't even get to compete!

How can He possibly go into battle now?

As for the other one who didn't appear on stage, it was naturally the most mysterious "one-act actor".

The painter, his face radiating gentleness and elegance, looked at Bekerk lying on the ground, seemingly having already figured something out, and asked softly:

"Beckerk, did you just make fun of Michelle, which led to you two fighting?"

Beckerk, who was already on his deathbed and seemed to have no strength left to deal with anything, turned his head away in shame upon hearing this.

Although He was almost killed by Michel, in just a short while, He had managed to pull Him back from the brink of death thanks to the powerful regenerative abilities of an angel.

However, He still pretended to be on the verge of death, probably to make everyone criticize Michelle more fiercely.

But when questioned by the painter, He was exposed.

Seeing Becker's expression, everyone had already figured out the general facts.

Clearly, when Michel faced Tefaro, he initially put on a desperate show, even using the "Primal Secret," but he was utterly defeated in an instant and begged for mercy from Tefaro like a dog.

After a while, Beckerk, who had been watching all this, couldn't help but find Michel's cabin and say a few sarcastic remarks.

Even Beckerke seemed to be taking advantage of the fact that Michel wouldn't dare to act recklessly during the Super Fighting Grand Prix, which is why he dared to kick Michel when he was down.

Otherwise, as an angel, He certainly wouldn't dare to mock Michelle as He does in God's kingdom on earth, especially since His leader wasn't participating this time.

But even He probably didn't expect that Michelle... would actually dare to make a move! She actually dared to make a move regardless of everything!

Beckerke looked utterly defeated, while Michel was deathly pale, seemingly awaiting not only the Cardinal Archbishop's punishment after the Super Fighting Grand Prix, but also His punishment for disrupting the competition.

Moreover, the latter is likely to be much more serious, and may even cost Him His life!

But just now, He couldn't help it, and He didn't know why.

"Sigh, whatever, I can't control you two anymore, especially Becker. Hennessy didn't come this time, how dare you provoke Michel? You're not the overlord, sigh..."

The painter shook his head, looking rather disappointed.

After all, Michelle and Beckerke were people of the Earthly Kingdom of the [Nature Monarch], and were considered to be of the same power as Him.

But now, the two of them have caused such a huge scandal in front of the entire universe.

Xia Fa watched the whole farce with barely suppressed laughter. Seeing the painter turn around first, and the other young overlords scatter like birds and beasts, he was about to turn around and go back to the deck with Alexander to wait for the second round to begin.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning seemed to shoot through my mind, like a bolt of lightning cleaving through the deep darkness.

Xia Fa almost stood frozen in place, his vest immediately soaked with cold sweat.

A chill ran down my spine.

He suddenly realized something.

Of the thirty-two contestants, only Becker and the one-man show actor have not yet competed in the first round...

Becker suddenly approached Michel and began to ridicule him without restraint...

Michel actually couldn't hold back and severely injured Becker, rendering him unable to compete...

Just then, the voice of the commentator rang out from the commentary booth in the distance.

"It's a pity that Beckerke and Michel both violated the rules."

"According to the rules entrusted to me by the Golden Beacon Scroll, I have no choice but to ask both contestants to leave the arena."

"But don't worry, there won't be any other punishments, hahahahaha!"

The commentator was clearly in a great mood, after all, this entity had thoroughly enjoyed the commentary, and the truly exciting battle, unique to the top angel-level overlords, was about to begin.

Therefore, he didn't pursue the matter further. With a casual wave of his hand, Beckerke and Michel were immediately enveloped by two pale white spotlights. The next moment, both of them were directly teleported outside the golden barrier.

"So...I hereby declare that in the final round of the first match of the Super Fighting Grand Prix, due to Beckerk's inability to participate, the One-Act Actor wins!"

"What a pity, we haven't seen the most mysterious contestant, the one-act actor, compete yet. But next time, he won't be able to avoid it, hahaha!"

As the commentator finished speaking, Xia Fa was completely certain of his judgment.

All of this... did not happen by chance.

Rather, it was the most mysterious and supreme angelic overlord, the One-Act Actor, who was secretly manipulating things! As for how He influenced Becker and Michel's behavior and mind, especially making Michel unable to resist taking action, Xia Fa had no idea.

It looks somewhat like the effect of the "Conditions Forever" overlord-level contract, but not quite.

After all, while conditional permanence can influence a target to fall into a certain "permanence" by fulfilling the "conditions," it cannot influence the target's mind.

In other words, if the conditions were truly permanent, Becker might be led into Michel's room, but he would never be so foolish as to make sarcastic remarks about Michel.

Even if He had indeed foolishly mocked and ridiculed Michel, Michel would never have lost his temper and attacked Becker, nearly killing him.

Although it now appears that the disruption of the Super Fighting Grand Prix proceedings resulted in a very light punishment, almost none,

Michelle didn't know this beforehand, otherwise she wouldn't have been so frightened after regaining consciousness.

"Also, the commentator's last words seemed to have a hidden meaning..."

Xia Fa recalled the commentator's earlier comment, "Next time, He won't be able to escape," which seemed to imply that this was a struggle orchestrated by a one-man show actor behind the scenes to avoid the first round of the competition. This would save energy and prevent him from revealing his information prematurely.

Having analyzed this, Xia Fa couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

These top-tier angel-level overlords are all formidable opponents.

At this moment, Tefaro, the painter, the clown who was laughing, and others all showed signs of deep thought.

Although they didn't react as quickly as Xia Fa, they eventually understood after hearing the commentator's final hint.

The group exchanged glances. Tefaro's eyes sparkled with amusement, the painter found it quite amusing, while the clown, who had been laughing in surprise, fell into deep thought. Soon after, they all returned to the deck.

Shafa returned to the deck with Alexander, but seeing Alexander's silly grin, Shafa seriously suspected that Alexander really thought Michelle had lost her mind and had made such a huge fool of herself in front of the entire universe.

"Next, we'll have a three-minute break. Everyone can rest for a bit, and then we'll begin the second round!"

"However, the rules for the second round are slightly different."

"After all, as you all know, you are here to compete for the Golden Beacon Scroll. Besides your strength, your handling of situations, your resourcefulness, morality, and character will also be tested by the Golden Beacon Scroll!"

"Eight contestants will be eliminated in the second round, and the remaining eight will advance to the third round. That's all I can reveal for now, so please be prepared!"

Seeing that the contestants had all returned to the deck, the commentator finished explaining the rules in one go.

Immediately, his figure vanished in a bizarre manner.

It seems he doesn't stay at the scene when he's not providing commentary.

"Will the rules change for the second round?"

Xia Fa was curious; what kind of new rules could there be?

There are sixteen contestants who will advance to the second round. Since eight will be eliminated, that is a normal number of eliminations.

But if there's no tournament, how will the elimination process work?

Moreover, how can we determine whether the contestants' handling of situations, their resourcefulness, morality, and character have been truly tested?

Not only the contestants like Xia Fa, but even the spectators outside the Golden Barrier were curious and eager to know what the second round would be about.

Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The commentator appeared on time at the commentary booth, microphone in hand. This time, he stood up, his face flushed, and began his commentary:

"Alright, the second round of the competition is officially starting!"

"Please enter the arena, all contestants!"

Xia Fa and the others naturally had no objections. They all got up and either flew or teleported to the metal arena.

But, as soon as they landed, something strange happened!
All of them, including Xia Fa and Te Faro, were enveloped in a strange golden light.

*Kiss!* *Kiss!* *Kiss!* *Kiss!* *Kiss!*
Immediately, sixteen small worlds appeared in the air!

Each small world appears quite vast at first glance, containing a thatched hut, a meadow with a flowing stream, and a large farmland.

Behind the thatched cottage are rolling mountains and dense forests.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Fa and the others appeared individually in a small world, next to a thatched hut.

"Everyone, you will be temporarily shielded from your memories, forget who you are, and transformed into a farmer to face the trials ahead."

"Well then, good luck to you all!"

This time, the commentator didn't use a countdown.

But as soon as the physical voice fell, Xia Fa and the others were enveloped in a flash of light and transformed into farmers.

Whether it was the top angel-level overlords like Tefaro and the Painter, or the other contestants, after a moment of bewilderment, they all regained their composure.

Judging from their appearance, they clearly didn't remember who they were.

Xia Fa was initially confused, but then the memories in his mind were blocked, leaving only the experience of a farmer from childhood to adulthood.

Just as he was about to truly identify as a young farmer, dozens of strange electric currents shot out from his spine, forcefully breaking through the barrier that was blocking his memories.

A flood of memories rushed in, but Xia Fa remained expressionless, continuing to act like a farmer, preparing to return to the thatched hut to get a hoe to till the land, while his mind was in deep thought.

What exactly will this test be?
Why do we need to be tested as farmers?

Just as he was thinking this, he pushed open the door of the thatched hut.

But the next moment, Xia Fa was stunned.

Inside the thatched hut, on the straw-covered bed, lay a purple shapeshifter.

Beside the shapeshifter was a simple farmer's dress.

Inside the shapeshifter's semi-transparent body lay the corpse of a woman, her eyes closed and her expression serene.

That was... the farmer's young wife.

Meanwhile, outside those sixteen small worlds, in a place inaudible to the contestants like Shafa and Tefaro, the commentator's voice rang out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the sixteen contestants, each representing a farmer, are now facing the most severe test of their lives."

“There was a shapeshifting monster that devoured his wife, but possessed all of her memories and was about to transform into her appearance.”

"If you were in my shoes, what would you choose?"

"The goal is to kill this shapeshifting monster to avenge my wife, but doing so would mean that my wife's memories would also be completely erased from the world."

"Or should we pretend we know nothing and just continue living with this shapeshifting monster who killed his wife?"

As soon as the commentator finished explaining to the audience, many of them fell silent.

Because, just by listening, everyone already understood how difficult this test would be.

Shapeshifting monsters are a mysterious and eerie creature that enjoys devouring humans, but only one human at a time.

Then, it will inherit that human's memories and appearance, completely becoming that human, and even forgetting the fact that it was once a monster.

It will completely identify itself as the human it devoured, living its life as usual until that human dies of old age. Only then will it revert to its bizarre identity and continue searching for the next human to devour.

Therefore, in this situation, if the contestants, who are disguised as farmers, kill the shapeshifting monster, it would be equivalent to erasing the last trace of their wives in the world.

But not killing them would be like having an enemy.

The audience was genuinely curious.
Ultimately, what choices will these exceptionally talented young people—Caesar, Thepharloth, the painter…—make?

(End of this chapter)