I am no longer human!

Chapter 25, Seven Sins Judgment, Fourth Puppet Duel

an open space.

Damian stared blankly at the flying debris in the air, all caused by the Sweetheart Puppet's recent use of a skill.

It can shatter a hard rock into fragments, and if it were to fall on a living person, it could easily blast them into a cloud of flying blood and gore.

According to Veronica, the definition of the puppet in Hell is closer to a popular puzzle toy used to train young demons throughout the seven rings.

Are the toys of the devils all deadly weapons that modern technology can hardly match for humankind?

Damian felt a chill run down his spine. The pride he had built up from winning three consecutive duels was quickly suppressed. He decided to continue to maintain a humble heart, not to cause trouble or provoke conflict, and to be a quiet and handsome man.

After all, he was just a weak and helpless ordinary human in hell. In terms of strength, even a minor demon could easily knock him to the ground and turn him into a buffet.

"Brother Damian, you're amazing! Not only did you succeed on your first try, but your Sweetheart Cannon is so much more powerful than mine."

Veronica trotted up to Damian, her face full of admiration, even the heart-shaped black tail behind her kept wiggling.

This indicates that Lord Damian's magical energy is of exceptionally high quality, and any children he has in the future will surely inherit Lord Damian's superior talents in magical energy.

So it turns out that my skill was powerful enough to shatter the rock... Damian's sense of urgency eased a little, but he still decided to carefully try to survive in this devilish academy.

After all, what Veronica just said might have been just her kind and beautiful personality, and she was only saying it to make me happy.

"Lord Damian, let me teach you how to use the Sweetheart's other skills."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work..."

...

After a moment of weeping.

Babylonian Academy, the Academy's Duel Arena.

This is a retro-style arena specially designed by Liam, a famous architect from Hell.

Looking down from above, countless thick, pure white boulders rise abruptly from the ground, layer upon layer naturally forming an enormous circular arena.

The seating area spirals upwards along the curve of the boulder like a vortex, with each tier carved from a single stone slab. The seats are arranged so densely that they resemble the hollows of a honeycomb, easily accommodating tens of thousands of spectators.

This once deserted dueling arena is now overflowing with demons, packed with eager new demon students, and even a few teachers have appeared at the very top of the audience.

In the center, on that huge circular sandy area, Raphael stood quietly at one end, his eyes closed in meditation. Golden sunlight shone on his handsome, almost feminine face, illuminating his near-perfect profile. Countless female demons and some male demons swallowed hard, and secretly took photos with their phones.

"We must win this match!" the blond boy silently resolved in his heart.

The Puppet Duel is different from previous duels. It does not test the devil's strength or willpower, but only examines the devil's magical power, control, reaction speed, and most importantly, the quality of the puppet.

His magic puppet was a birthday gift from his mother when he turned eighteen. It was custom-made by a top craftsman based on his specialties, with all attributes maxed out, making it almost indistinguishable from a military-grade magic puppet.

Even if Damian's other stats are higher than his, with this top-tier magic puppet around, victory will surely be his.

Although he has now completely lost any chance of defeating Damian and seizing the "Pride" title, he absolutely cannot continue losing. Otherwise, if he loses all seven duels, he will face consequences that would be absolutely terrible for any demon...

Step, step, step.

At that moment, footsteps, neither too light nor too heavy, came from the other end of the circular dueling arena.

"Lord Damian has arrived! I'm really looking forward to the next match; it's sure to be a fierce battle!"

"Wow, both Lord Raphael and Lord Damian are so handsome! I wish they could both be my boyfriends~"

"Hiss, sow, look in the mirror."

"Waaaaah, isn't anyone going to fantasize with me about Lord Damian and Lord Raphael together?"

...

Ignoring the noise around him, the blond boy suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes as blue as the ocean, his gaze fixed on the black-haired boy who had stepped into the dueling arena in the distance.

"Come out, Lone Blade."

Raphael tapped the emerald brooch on the front of his dark blue dress, and the next moment, a humanoid golem about a meter tall appeared on the field.

It is entirely black, without any extra decorations, and when standing in the shadows, it becomes almost transparent and difficult to detect.

The fuselage is long and slender with sharp lines, straight shoulder lines as if cut by a knife, and an extremely narrow waist.

Its head is a multifaceted, angular piece with no facial features, only a thin, eerie blue band of light, like a cold, sharp knife mark.

In its right hand, it held a longsword with an equally black blade, a sword that wouldn't appear short even in the hands of an adult demon, longer than the puppet itself.

"Come out, Sweetheart."

Damian, mimicking Raphael, tapped the crimson ring on his finger.

The next moment, the humanoid puppet with a pink rabbit head and a sweetheart shoulder cannon appeared on the field.

The demons: "..."

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the demons' gazes toward the black-haired boy gradually became eerie.

"I never imagined that my idol, Lord Damian, would have such a girlish heart in private..."

"Truly a role model for us all! To dare display this doll in a duel arena watched by tens of thousands of people, I've decided I must wear my treasured women's clothing too!"

"Wow, you smell so good, bro..."

...

Unlike those foolish demons who only see the surface, Raphael's expression turned serious the moment he saw the Sweetheart.

With his knowledge, he could naturally see the ingenious designs hidden beneath the cute, pink exterior of the Sweetheart.

Without a doubt, this is a top-tier puppet that is even comparable to his Lone Blade.

Fortunately, he still has a secret weapon.

"Strike first, strike hard!"

With a thought, Raphael's emerald brooch shimmered slightly, and a longsword appeared in his hand.

Slide!

He swung his longsword violently, the blade moving so fast it almost tore through the air, producing a piercing sound.

Swish!

Almost simultaneously, the Lone Blade, which had been standing on the field, vanished from its spot and, like an arrow released from a bow, transformed into a black streak of light, rushing towards the Sweetheart in the distance with its sword drawn.

Before the sound of the blade cutting through the air had even faded, the black puppet had already swept across most of the area, and was only a dozen meters away from its target.

Those eyes, cold and sharp like knife marks, held a chilling murderous intent.