"Second, well done. You truly knew how to choose your inheritor back then." The First Champion spoke with a smile, thoroughly pleased with his inheritor and successor.
"Don't call me 'Second'..." The white-haired girl gritted her teeth.
"Second Generation, you know, they all call you the Crazy Lady." The Fourth Champion reminded her.
"How did I end up with that nickname?" The Second Champion sighed.
She hadn't cared much back then—what enemies called her was none of her damn business. But now, thinking about it, she bitterly regretted not silencing those gossips and changing her title. Every Champion had impressive epithets in the Forbidden Zone—why was she saddled with Crazy Lady, and the others with Crazy Guy?
In the next instant, the Seventh Champion swung his sword, a fissure splitting open ten kilometers outside the Netherworld.
The eight Champions stepped through the tear, a terrifying surge of Blood Evil Energy bearing down toward the Nether River.
