Meanwhile, Damien was wondering how Juliette from back then managed to defeat her opponent. This trial was fair, hence Juliette's trial should be human friendly. So, what the f*ck was that?! Damien thought to himself. From what he could guess, that thing was a spirit. Thus it had physical damage immunity, and could dish out long range attacks. To sum, them as humans, were weak and invulnerable against it. Now, how did Juliette, who was fragile, pass such a trial back then? How did she pass such difficulty by herself? Damien thought and thought, and it did not take long for him to come to a conclusion. Wits. She must have outsmarted the spirit, and using something against it. But what? He thought while scouting the environment with his eyes. Yes. The terrain. As for why he was so sure that she was at the same environment as this one, he was not. He was just betting on it himself. And since he came to a co

*** Narrative *** Right after Damien threw the rock away, which was to act as a decoy, he ran. He ran as fast, and as silently as he could. Unleashing all of his potential, crossing tens of meters every second. Thus the few seconds the spirit was distracted, he covered over a hundred meters, and arrived behind it. It was also the time the spirit began surveying the soroundings. But he did make sure to pick up the demon that he had left alive, or was forced to let live. He was now hiding with it behind a large triangular boulder. And he did not waste much time. Using his bare hands, knowing that Juliette was not watching, he dug his fingers into the demon's oval head. His monster grip easily tore through its flesh, and he ripped it apart. His hands were covered in green blood, and it was gushing out of the demon's head in tides. But he cared not for it. It's life was completely drained out of it

As expected. It was pitiful. Not as magnificent as he last saw it, but he was not complaining. This was still the beginning after all. His strength was 6,6. It had to be known, 0,1 was the average number here. And even then, that represented half a ton of strength. Crazy. Modern humans had below average strength for this world, but second and third generational humans surpassed the norm. The former had a ton of strength, thus 0,2 points on strength initially. And the latter had ten tons of strength, hence 2,0 points on strength. Qualitative difference between the two. Then there was Damien, who could lift up an oak tree with his bare strength alone. Of course, even he found that a tiny bit difficult, but not impossible. He had the strength worth almost thirty five tons. Approximately thirty three tons of strength. Which was 6,6 points on strength. With the 50% added effects, his strength became almost fifty tons.

And instead of outstretched claws, he had a powerful fist packed up behind him. One capable of ending life. But the angel was quick on its Wits. It immediately rolled back and avoided being pinned down. It knew that such an action signified immediate death. Big brother missed his target, and his fist easily tore through the soft, air-like clouds. Yet he was not bothered. And he was still faster. He immediately fixed his posture after he missed his target. And he fixed it by throwing yet another punch at the angel. This was an important moment!! I felt like time took a rest. Everything flowed ever so slowly. I immediately ducked, and crouched down. It was an instinctive response from both my body and mind. I don't know why I dodged though. My instincts and intuition were far before me, as I moved without processing every movement. And the moment I crouched down, was the exact moment that big bro

Juliette once again nodded obediently. Damien smiled and gently rubbed her head. "Which is why, I want to ask you. Would you prefer us going two on one against these fellas." "Or... would you want to test your own strength as well?" He said, slowly and calmly. The angel was his opponent. Hence he had defeated two trials so far. And he was still not aware of his limit. Then there was Juliette, who still had two more trials to partake in. In short, even if he pit himself around her level, and say that he had a total of three trials, they still had three opponents to fight. Minus one The next coming trial in a few seconds could be ignored. Hence, there were two more opponents. At minimum at that. Plus, Juliette also required to mature, combat wise. So he proposed, looking forward to her thoughts, and what she preferred. "You... you want my opinion?" Juliette confirmed as she looked at Damien with bright eyes. They we