Mohe sighed: "They think this power comes from me, so it's because of my existence. Thus, when they look at the curse, they are looking at a black curtain. Therefore, if you ask me, Mr. Doro actually doesn't need to feel guilty towards the Curse Masters. After all, they agreed to crusade against me in the first place... Hehe, claiming to stand in the sunlight, but there are many ways to do that, aren't there? Having sufficiently strong power is one of them. If I, the root of the curse, died, it would be like the very first magic, the very first alchemy... They think only then would the curse bloom with vigorous life."

There was a trace of disdain in her eyes: "These guys observe phenomena, summarize rules, and control the power of the curse in extremely cruel, almost self-destructive ways. They actually are quite aware in their hearts; they think if they could comprehend the essence of the curse like magic or alchemy, then the current Curse Masters would become many times stronger. By that time, the Curse Master Alliance would be the biggest force in the world, and they would be the strongest... Of course, the strongest can stand in the sunlight."

Mohe spoke of something Feiker had never thought of.

Feiker couldn't help but fall silent. In her memory, there was a very dramatic, funny yet touching encounter between A·Gedora and the hidden Nephilim. In the end, A·Gedora extended a hand to the hidden Nephilim, saying, "Become my partner!"

The hidden Nephilim grasped that hand and thus joined the Hero's squad.

But from Mohe's words, it seems this wasn't the case.

However, the memory she saw should also be the hidden Nephilim's own feeling. Isn't the hidden Nephilim the true leader of the Curse Masters?

No, it shouldn't be...

"No need to worry about all this. In any case, the Curse Masters' perception of the curse has been wrong from the start. Their power source is the curse I continuously extend and derive. So, if I modify this power from the source, they will become my 'followers.' Hmm... but I am not a Goddess, so I won't say you have to believe in me to gain power."

She seemed to recall something interesting: "Let's go, let's meet Miss Song of the End again, the most powerful Curse Master besides me in this world."

She pushed open the door, dressed in a light and airy maid outfit.

The hidden Nephilim stood in front of the window, her deep purple long dress giving her an air that was mysterious and elegant.

"Are you ready, Miss Song of the End, to welcome the rebirth of the Curse Masters?"

The hidden Nephilim turned slightly.

"Allah? Your eyes seem lost—Isn't this your wish? If you hope the Curse Masters continue in this state, I don't mind. After all, I'm too lazy for magic, and modifying one's own power isn't necessarily a good thing. My curse has already congealed into a symbol."

Mohe saw the hidden Nephilim's eyes.

"Before, in the Void Realm, I intended to kill Charlette."

She suddenly spoke these words.

"Isn't that normal? Divine Art and curses have always been mutually restrictive; you've probably been displeased with her for many years, right? Given such an opportunity, having evil thoughts is only natural, isn't it? What's so strange about it? And now that Charlette has lost her Divine Power, you could easily kill her instantly. Not killing her might be what's surprising. The Wise King had his head blown off by Noel directly."

The hidden Nephilim, however, shook her head: "I talked a lot with her. I once thought we'd never be able to communicate like we used to, but that time, it was as if we returned to the past, back to when we were still in the Hero's squad."

"So, what are you trying to say? Do you mean to say you've recalled your past friendship? So you realized your current mistake? Or perhaps you were deeply moved, and as a result, you had a different realization?" Mohe spread her hands, "This has nothing to do with what we are doing now, does it? Aren't you fighting for the Curse Masters? What we're talking about now is about curses."

Mohe wasn't interested in communicating more with the hidden Nephilim.

This person didn't bring her surprises—unlike Charlette and Adeline. Besides, this wasn't something she needed to consider now. The one with great hopes should be Doro; just considering how to defeat Doro could take a long time, possibly eternity?

Mohe didn't know.

Therefore, she really had no interest in the hidden Nephilim.

She didn't have the leisure to chat with this person.

"If you modify the power from the source of the curse, will we become like a relationship between a Goddess and followers?"

"Oh, you think quite beautifully—Do you think I'd respond to followers' calls like a Goddess?" Mohe laughed contemptuously, "Don't even think about it. The Goddess wants to guide humans, which is why the White Church was born. I have no interest in such things, nor do I have the opportunity to guide Curse Masters... or say Wizards. Anyway, I've already lost to Mr. Doro, and the Curse Master Alliance has lost its value to me. To be honest, I'd like to leave you to fend for yourselves."

"So what are you planning..."

Mohe reached out, and at that moment, she grabbed the hidden Nephilim's head.

As if ignoring the law of physics, even though Mohe was much shorter, she just held the hidden Nephilim's head this way. She didn't fly up, nor did hidden Nephilim kneel—

"Just like the Elf race, what I need to do is make you Curse Masters become the Wizard race. If so..."

A kind of branding began to spread from Mohe's palm along the hidden Nephilim's body, a pitch black, flamboyant curse becoming fierce, but finally entering the hidden Nephilim's body, birthing a seed deep in her flesh and soul.

"This is the Wizard Seed."

In Mohe's other hand, an illusory tree was gradually taking shape: "This is the Wizard's Tree. In the future, cheer up! The way your Wizard race increases won't be like the Elves but by anyone from any race planting the Wizard Seed via the Wizard's Tree to become part of the Wizard race and use the Wizard's power."

Originally, she wanted to discuss the specific form issues of Wizards with hidden Nephilim, but seeing the hidden Nephilim's state, Mohe had no interest in saying more. After all, this was a task given to her by Doro. Her subordination to Doro didn't mean someone like hidden Nephilim could display a gloomy demeanor in front of her.

She was just completing this task.

"I've already modified the source of the Curse Master's power; henceforth, curses won't just be limited to the power of curses. You can also use the current... witchcraft to activate the Wizard Seed within yourselves. That entity is something co-dependent with your Wizards. For existing Curse Masters, it will gradually change the essence of the curse power within them. For future Wizards, the Seed of Curse will guide their advance."

At its peak, the Demon King possessed such magnificent power.

With just a flick of her hand, she altered the 'iron rule' of the Curse Masters for countless ages.

For her, it didn't even seem like an effort.

She let go of her hand.

The hidden Nephilim collapsed weakly to the floor.

Beside Mohe's other hand, the illusory tree condensed into reality, yet was enveloped by a certain light.

"Find a place to plant it yourself. The stronger you Wizards become, the stronger this tree will be."

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