"Appraisal!"
Fallen Angel Lia's large eyes swept across the room. The Great Tomb's three members had all used high-level disguise magic, but they could hide nothing from someone who had once been a level-ten-thousand God's Chosen of Order.
"Ancestor of Flame Demons. Flame Demigod. Level 7,777."
"Pure White Succubus. Protection Demigod. Level 8,888."
"King of the Undead. Bone Demigod. Level... 9,999! H-he's only one step away from advancing to Single-Entity Rank!"
The weakest of them was over level seven thousand.
Chen Feng was only level three thousand, but he showed no fear. He pointed at the Ancestor of Flame Demons. "I've got a score to settle with that bastard."
"Then I'll take the other two."
The Savior accepted, in a heartbeat, that she would have to fight two of them.
Chen Feng was a little worried. "Can you win?"
The Savior delivered a textbook pre-battle speech. "No. After all, I'm just a skeleton without even eyes. I can't see. I'm weak, helpless, and pitiful."
Huh?
Chen Feng couldn't help but picture a question mark. As a skeleton, she had 470% of her former stats.
What part of that was weak, helpless, or pitiful?
But the Savior went on. "Even the Holy Sword in my hand won't acknowledge me. I'm not a Hero at all."
How was it not acknowledging her?
Holy Sword Plus One, fired from its job and currently unemployed, had a question mark of its own.
The Savior raised the Plus Ten Thousand Sledgehammer, her voice thick with emotion. "But even someone like me still has everyone's faith. The weapon in my hand was made for me by a companion who offered to help."
Offered?
Fallen Angel Lia, whom the Savior had nearly plucked bald, had a question mark of her own.
The Savior concluded, "I can't defeat