After Rosen heard the rumors about the demon god sister, he realized it was just a ploy used by a scheming Demon God from the Underground Palace. He imdiately found it uninteresting.
He couldn’t choose to seal the demon god sister just because of a false rumor. Was it simply because she had a devilish figure? Such a boring reason?
"I must find a way to complete the task without going against my principles."
Rosen tried to find a way to complete the task, and he eventually found one.
There’s a rumor among the people about using a paper doll as a scapegoat. The specific thod is to write the target’s birthdate on the paper doll, then seal the paper doll as a substitute for sealing the target.
Rosen wasn’t sure if this could deceive the task system, but regardless, he had to give it a try.
After writing down the birthdate, Rosen placed the paper doll inside a small coffin, then permanently sealed the small coffin in the defense pool.
Then Rosen said to the demon god sister, "The sealing is complete, now you’re free."
The demon god sister was still in disbelief and asked, "How is that possible? If you sealed , why can I still move?"
Rosen said, "Because I sealed your demon na. It’s just your na that’s sealed; from now on, you won’t be called a demon."
"If I’m not called a demon, then what am I called?" the sister asked, confused.
"Fatty," Rosen replied.
As a result of sealing the word "demon," the sister lost her devilish figure and started gaining weight rapidly, instantly becoming barrel-shaped.
"How could this happen? My weight suddenly surged, increasing too much. I instantly gained 500 pounds, and now I’m at a thousand pounds. What’s going on?" The sister was dumbfounded, not expecting her weight to soar after being sealed by Rosen.
"Because you’re a thousand-pound young lady, isn’t that fine?" Rosen countered.
"Ah, you are so annoying, stop randomly changing my na, or I’ll keep transforming," the sister said shyly.
"Is this what they call a woman’s eighteen transformations? Does that an you can transform eighteen tis?"
Rosen suddenly thought of sothing; he could use this setting to let the sister return to her original figure.
He just needed to add titles to the sister eighteen tis, and as long as the last ti is "slim," then she’ll be fixed. No one can make her fat again in the future.
So Rosen changed her na eighteen tis, successfully restoring the sister.
To thank Rosen for his contribution, the sister specially rewarded Rosen with a hula hoop.
"Do you know why I previously had a devilish figure? This Divine Artifact is called a hula hoop. As long as you wear it around your waist and keep swinging it, it will generate a formidable montum. Under this constant threat, the fat on your waist will be driven away," the sister explained.
"Driven away, where will the fat be driven to?" Rosen asked, puzzled.
"It will be driven to where it should go, such as the bottom, such as the chest."
"Oh, although I don’t quite understand your aning, it seems like this Divine Artifact is very impressive. But can it give strong muscles and broad pecs?" Actually, Rosen was more concerned about muscles.
"Of course, once the fat is gone, the muscles will stand out. However, if you want to enhance muscles and make them look stronger, you need to keep a diet and perform reasonable muscle relaxation and enhancent exercises every day. Only then can your muscle groups develop well," the sister suggested.
The sister’s suggestion was very useful to Rosen.
You should know that he had reached a bottleneck in his strength. The reason it was hard to improve further was that his muscles were not strong enough. This was also related to Rosen frequently playing with his phone, wasting a lot of ti that should have been used for training.
But with this hula hoop Divine Artifact, he could beco addicted. Because during use, a strong montum would form, ensuring he couldn’t stop and kept moving, achieving a forced exercise effect.
Three days later, Rosen really slimd down. His body fat percentage dropped from 15% to just 3%, and you should know that this fat content was already very low because fat provides warmth and cushions against injury. Once fat content is too low, not only would winter feel cold, but it’s also easy to get injured during collisions.
However, Rosen didn’t mind these issues. On the contrary, after losing fat, he realized how low his muscle content was, no wonder he felt powerless when fighting against the Power King.
Because his muscles were far inferior to those of the Power King.
"Forget it, I’ll worry about these issues when I get back. For now, I should focus on completing the task so I won’t be stuck in the task space and unable to get out."
He arrived in good spirits, but when leaving, it was just Rosen alone. The road around was empty, and only Rosen walked on the pathway in the setting sun.
"Wait, why is today’s evening so quiet? Where are the vendors calling out at the market? Where are the passing pedestrians?" Rosen suddenly noticed a problem.
Today seed to be the annual Mid-Autumn Festival, where normally, by evening, people wouldn’t co out.
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