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The crimson slash surged straight up, crashing against the sturdy magical barrier.

Boom!

A wave of air spread outward from the point of their collision, causing the earth to shake and the ground beneath his feet to shatter.

After slashing it head-on, Kenma felt that the hardness of this magical barrier was even higher than he had expected.

"So what!"

A red light flashed across Kenma's pupils, the muscles in his arms expanding as an even more terrifying power poured out from this body.

Crack!

Cracks appeared in the magical barrier under this terrifyingly formidable power, rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Almost in the blink of an eye, dense cracks covered the entire magical barrier, which then burst open with a bang, scattering countless blue fragments in mid-air.

Looking at the unobstructed path, Kenma retracted his flesh greatsword and continued moving forward.

Lifting his foot to walk into the dark cave, the surroundings were so silent that his thumping heartbeat could be heard, and the footsteps stepping on the ground echoed continuously.

Suddenly, a huge resistance descended upon his body, weighing heavily on Kenma's shoulders like a mountain.

Dense blue barriers simultaneously emerged on the surrounding walls, ground, and ceiling, and a terrifying repulsive force swept over, surging entirely toward him.

The purpose of all this was already obvious. The barrier set up by the Witch of Greed, Echidna, before her death was repelling Kenma, a pure-blood human without a Witch Factor.

Kenma raised his hand. Just this simple movement felt as if it were being performed in viscous mud, with extremely strong resistance.

"Using a massive amount of mana to suppress my body and then using the repulsive force to blast me out of the Trial Grounds, huh."

Seeing his body showing a tendency to shift backward, Kenma let out a cold snort, and his right foot stomped onto the bluestone ground.

A murderous aura swept in all directions, and his strength of up to 90 points erupted, anchoring Kenma's body firmly in place.

He hoisted the flesh greatsword onto his shoulder, forcibly moving forward against the huge repulsive force and resistance, leaving deep footprints on the ground with every step.

"If this is all you've got, then what you left behind isn't of much use either. I know you can hear me, Echidna."

Faintly, Kenma sensed a gaze falling upon him, followed by an elusive sigh.

A spiritual force surged into his mind without warning, heading straight for his soul.

"Get lost!"

With just a thought from Kenma, his formidable spiritual power roared forward, crushing the mental force that had broken into his mind.

After finishing all this, he suddenly froze for a moment, and then abruptly realized something.

Come to think of it. That spiritual power just now belonged to Echidna, right? Was she trying to drag me into the Witch's Garden?

Having reacted, he was a bit speechless, and he waved at the void.

"I slipped up just now, come again."

That spiritual force surged over once more. This time, Kenma chose not to resist.

When Kenma opened his eyes again, what came into view was a verdant grassland and a cloudless sky.

Ahead, a small pink pavilion stood on the green grassland, and a white-haired girl in black clothes sat inside the pavilion leisurely sipping her tea.

Kenma walked forward, looking down at the white-haired girl, showing no intention of sitting down whatsoever.

He clenched his fists and found that even within the spiritual world, his illusory body still possessed extremely formidable power.

Is it because my spiritual power is relatively high?

Taking a sip of the tea in her cup, the white-haired girl wore an elegant smile on her face, her distinct black and white eyes staring at Kenma's face.

"Nice to meet you. Presumably, you know me without an introduction. I am the Witch of Greed, Echidna. Of course, that's from when I was alive. Right now, I am merely an incomplete soul. So, how should I address you? Are you Natsuki Subaru, the Divine Dragon's Envoy? Or..."

"Isoyama Kenma?"

Facing Echidna stating his real name, Kenma's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't show too much surprise. He casually pulled over a chair and sat down.

Finding that the man in front of her didn't change his expression even when his real name was spoken, Echidna was dumbfounded and couldn't help waving her hands.

"Your real name, you know. I said your real name, and I even know the secret of your transmigration. Why aren't you surprised?"

Facing the anxiously inquiring Echidna, Kenma sat calmly in the chair, just like a regular guest who had visited many times before.

"You guess?"

He dared to walk into this Witch's Garden, naturally because he was already mentally prepared.

When a living person turns into a soul state and walks into the Witch's Garden, they are usually read of the memories in their mind by the master of this space, the Witch of Greed, Echidna.

Or rather, the moment Kenma chose not to resist that spiritual force, his memories had already been completely read.

It's just that he didn't know whether the system was observed.

Echidna was choked speechless by his nonchalant attitude, her cheeks flushing red.

She couldn't wait to flip through all of Kenma's memories, wanting to see if there was any way to talk back.

However, the more she flipped, the more confused she became, feeling that no matter how she looked at it, it was completely unreasonable.

Why does he get stronger every single time he uses Return by Death?!

According to Echidna's understanding, Return by Death shouldn't have a setting where one gets stronger after dying, right?

From the perspective of Echidna observing his memories, Kenma initially actively sought out thugs to throw his life away a dozen times, then suddenly became immensely strong, and after that, it was just all-out battle fun all the way, getting stronger the more he fought.

After watching for quite a while longer, Echidna raised her head, her face full of questions.

"Um... Although it's a bit presumptuous, I really can't help it. How on earth do you get stronger? Could it be that you get stronger every time you die?"

Kenma placed his finger in the middle of his lips, as he struck a shushing pose.

"You guess?"