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Chapter 173
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I have been in Erisburg for half a month.

This Diana is always dragging her feet...

According to her route, she will just arrive in the Altria area right before the competition.

I told Mammon that Diana is likely holding this competition specifically for Turing.

But why did she choose this time? Does she want to teach Turing a lesson before the competition?

No, there must be a deeper reason, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen this time to come.

Merka looked up at the newspapers he had pinned to the board. They were all cuttings about Diana.

He remembered his previous conversation with Mammon.

"Can I refuse this challenge?" Merka asked.

"Of course not. If you refuse, you won't be like Turing. If you're not like Turing and withdraw from the competition at the reception, your magic will quickly dissipate and your magic will be undone in front of everyone's eyes."

"The so-called Turing is a genius who is unstoppable and omnipotent. She won't tolerate any desire for victory."

"You can neither not fight nor not win."

"Otherwise, there will be risks of exposure."

Merka sighed, feeling the twists and turns of his destiny.

"Oh Diana, I hope you'll go easy on me."

Merka toyed with the black stone in his hand, feeling that he was just one step away from unlocking its secret.

How he wished he could stay a little longer in this Altria house.

"Turing... What are you doing right now?"

"I miss you so much."

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The Vocal Fanatic - The Legend of the Little Cat, Part 3

An attempted rescue of a cat at the execution ground failed and ended in vain. The army entered the camp of the rebels and killed them all. The cat also died. I regret not listening to its voice more at the beginning. Now, I, who wasn't originally inclined to appreciate its music, am in dismay.

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Mulan was being jostled and pushed by the noisy crowd.

Being lifted off the ground made Mulan feel as if she was floating in the sea, and the faint spring sunshine gave her a sense of beach-like restlessness.

Mulan looked towards the center of the bustling square, which was the only island in this sea of people.

One of Bastet's feet was pierced by steel nails on an iron plate, surrounded by firewood soaked with the smell of gasoline and tinder.

What awaited him was the stake.

"Gentlemen! Please calm down."

A man resembling a sheriff climbed onto the execution platform, as if wanting to say a few words.

But the people below were becoming even more unruly, with the sounds of curses and provocations constantly ringing in the air.

Mulan looked around and only then did she realize that almost everyone around her were Accursed Children.

Not just the men, but also women.

Many of them, with their bodies broken, were not as lucky as Mulan, who had the money for such a large-scale operation.

Most of them could only live with their broken bodies.

But this would only make them poorer, and the children of the poor had even less chance of undergoing surgery.

The most terrifying thing about being poor is the inability to turn one's life around.

Some of them had swollen eyes, some were missing a piece of skin, and some didn't even have a scalp or ears.

But even so, they would crawl out of the dark slums and come to the execution ground.

Some of them even brought children under the age of four...

Just to witness this human trial and animal farce.

"This beast, in violation of..."

Before the police chief could finish, a rotten egg hit him directly on the head.

It seemed to be a symbol representing bravery. In an instant, all the cursed children in the audience picked up various things and threw them onto the stage.

Spinach, rotten tomatoes, even stink bombs flew up.

If they weren't afraid of killing the cat, they would have thrown rocks as well.

"Hmph, just you wait!"

In the intellectually advanced Alexandrian, this was not considered an assault on an officer.

The police chief could only slink away to the audience by himself.

A woman in a judge's robe stood on the execution platform and caught the police chief.

"Execute!" The police chief hooked his arm around the woman's shoulder and floated in the air together with her. With a wave of his hand, he loudly proclaimed.

Without hesitation, the woman mimicked the shape of a gun with her hand, and a beam of light shot towards the cat in the center of the execution platform.

A golden flame suddenly soared up, dazzling Mulan's heart.

"Teacher...what are you trying to tell me?"

"What is the deeper meaning behind all this?" Mulan furrowed her brow, and the suffering almost turned to frost between her eyebrows.

But it didn't take long for someone to answer Mulan with their actions.

A group of unruly people rushed onto the stage, some wielding wooden sticks, some holding pot lids, intending to ascend the execution platform built from human bodies.

Some who were better off used relics and fought against the police.

Although they were disorganized and undisciplined, they had unity of purpose. Under their chaotic punches, they seemed to overpower the police.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Mulan approached the side of Bastet and joined the main force.

Some people carried buckets and water balloons, directly extinguishing the flames on Bastet's body.

The chaos gradually reached a boiling point. The police suffered heavy casualties and seemed on the verge of fleeing.

Each of the cursed children revealed a triumphant smile.

But one of the cursed children seemed to have gone mad, making a direct attack against an ordinary person who had come to witness the execution without regard for their identity.

The result was being split in half by the latter with a single stroke.

"They've hired soldiers! That's the coat of arms of Keb of Carthage!" someone with a slightly wider knowledge recognized the medal on that person's body and roared.

In an instant, chaos erupted among the soldiers, and they hurriedly prepared to retreat. The soldier, on the other hand, remained calm, continuing to take lives with each swing of the blade.

As if killing too quickly would violate her refined demeanor.

"Let's go, child." An ugly-looking uncle seemed to recognize Mulan's identity as a cursed child and tugged at his slowing body.

"But..." Mulan looked back. Many cursed children with relics had stayed behind, using all their abilities to delay the soldier's footsteps.

However, besides increasing her kill count, it had almost no effect whatsoever.

At this moment, Mulan suddenly remembered what Batai had said to her.

She just wants you to live a safe and happy life.