"Jennifer, what did you find?"
Roy leaned forward, wanting to know what Lilith had discovered, but he only saw two white, almost blinding headlights.
Lilith pointed to the area over Claire's chest with her finger.
"Roy, look right here, there's a tiny black spot!"
Roy leaned closer and took a look. There was indeed a black spot. If you weren't looking closely, you might even think it was a mole.
The two of them discussed the black spot like they were doing academic research, which made Claire really blush.
"Can we stop now?"
Lilith waved her hand dismissively.
"Yeah, you can put your clothes on now."
Claire quickly buttoned up her shirt; otherwise, she would have died of embarrassment.
But Claire's flushed face was also really cute, making Roy unable to resist sneaking a few more glances.
"What exactly is going on with Claire, and it seems like something similar happened to me too."
Lilith stroked her chin and thought for a moment.
"I'm guessing it's the curse of the Grim Reaper."
"The curse of the Grim Reaper?" ×2
Claire looked at Lilith, and she started to stammer.
"Is there really a Grim Reaper in this world?"
Roy was also a bit curious because so far, he had only encountered mythological figures from the Abrahamic religions.
Including angels, demons, and ancient witches like Lilith.
But the Abrahamic religions don't really have the Grim Reaper in their lineup. The closest they get is the Angel of Death, but the Angel of Death is supposed to be a real being, not a symbolic representation like this.
"Of course, there's a Grim Reaper! Roy, do you remember the Great Flood I told you about?"
Roy nodded. Lilith had once mentioned that God unleashed a great flood to wipe out all the Nephilim, but she hadn't gone into detail about why.
"Way back when, gods and humans both lived on Earth. At that time, the whole world was one giant continent (Pangaea). Different gods in the east, west, north, and south had their own territories. God was just one of them. Then, these gods started fighting, and it was a really brutal war. A lot of lives and gods disappeared in that era, and God back then was probably the most powerful god in the West."
Roy and Claire were all ears.
"A lot of the defeated outer gods who got caught were thrown into Hell by God and became the very first demons because of the evil power there. Some others were defeated but didn't get caught, so they hid in different corners, waiting for a chance to get revenge on God. Some of these gods even started stirring up the Nephilim to go against God!"
It even involves the Nephilim?
"So, is that why God wiped out the Nephilim?"
Lilith nodded.
"Yep! The Nephilim, being half-breeds, weren't liked by either Heaven or Hell, so they generally had a pretty rough life. Then, when someone started encouraging them to rebel against God, what do you think happened?"
The answer was obvious. Roy and Claire both looked serious.
"So, what's the connection between this Grim Reaper curse you're talking about and the Nephilim?"
"God quickly found out about the Nephilim's rebellion plan. God sent his three most powerful angels, Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel, to lead the angel armies to crush the Nephilim. Nobody knows exactly what happened. Even Samael, that former angel, never spilled the beans on that secret. All I know is that after the Nephilim realized they were doomed, they created four terrifying weapons of war, and one of them was tied to the Grim Reaper!
Even God was scared of these scary weapons, so he sent down the Great Flood to wash everything away."
Even her ex-husband didn't tell Lilith?
Roy frowned and thought. It seemed like things were indeed really complicated.
Claire, who was next to him, got more and more confused as she listened. What Lilith was saying was just unbelievable, but she was talking like she'd seen it all herself.
"Ms. Jennifer, are these just stories you've heard?"
"No, it's my personal…"
Seeing that Lilith almost let something slip, Roy quickly cut her off.
"Jennifer just heard it from her elders. That's how it works with witches; they pass things down through the generations!"
Claire felt a little scared.
"So, is there a way to fix this?"
Lilith brushed Roy's hand away and explained.
"Of course, there is a way! Both of you have probably been affected by this Grim Reaper. As long as we make the Grim Reaper think you're already dead and then block the curse's mark, this problem will naturally be solved."
Lilith's method was actually pretty similar to the plot of the movie Final Destination, where they try to cheat death by finding loopholes in the rules.
Except in the movie, there's no magic or witchcraft, so even if they find a loophole, they can only escape for a while, not forever.
"You mean, like, playing dead?"
"Yeah! This method might not be the best for you, since it's really hard for your current body to fake death. You might actually end up dying. Claire, on the other hand, should be fine. As long as she goes into a state of suspended animation, and I perform a ritual, the Grim Reaper will naturally leave her alone."
"Alright, after tonight's match is over, we'll do the ritual!"
Roy was very decisive. The sooner the ritual was done, the better. After all, the Grim Reaper's accidents tend to get more intense over time, and eventually, Roy might not even be able to save Claire.
Plus, Roy can't be with Claire 24/7. There will always be times when he's not around.
"Then what about Roy?"
Hearing Lilith say that Roy couldn't play dead, Claire couldn't help but worry.
"My current abilities can only lower the chances of Roy being noticed by the 'Grim Reaper.' This will only solve the immediate problem."
"I get it! It's getting late. I need to hurry to the competition venue. Lil, Jennifer, I'm leaving Claire in your care."
Roy almost slipped up himself, but thankfully, he managed to correct himself in the end.
"You got it."
After Roy left, Claire suddenly felt a big shift in Lilith's vibe. She went from being an elegant and charming mature woman to a cool and reserved young girl.
The fact that someone's personality could change so much made Claire, who studied psychology, feel a bit strange.
"Ms. Jennifer? Can you tell me about Roy?"
Claire decided to use Roy as a starting point to have a good talk with Jennifer.
"You don't need to call me 'Ms.,' just Jennifer is fine. Let's reintroduce ourselves. I'm Jennifer Morgan!"
Jennifer proactively held out a friendly hand to Claire, who didn't hesitate to take it.
"Claire Sheffield, and you can just call me Claire!"
After shaking hands, the two of them got along much better, especially after Jennifer told some funny stories about Roy that made Claire laugh out loud.
"So, Jennifer, were you and Roy classmates in the same school?"
"Yeah, we've been classmates since middle school."
"Then why don't you mind Roy being with other women?"
This was the thing Claire found the strangest. Jennifer's relationship with Roy was clearly special, as you could tell from that butt-pat earlier.
But Jennifer, a girl who was top-notch in looks, personality, and figure, and also a witch, didn't seem to care at all about Roy's cheating.
Jennifer gave a faint smile.
"Because I love him, and his power keeps growing. I alone am destined not to be able to satisfy him. You should understand that pretty well yourself."
Hearing that, Claire blushed again.
But what Jennifer said was also true. The night before last, Claire almost thought she was going to die.
Roy, having left the private hospital, got caught in the evening rush hour. Even with Bumblebee's autopilot, it still took him half an hour to get to the competition venue.
Luckily, Roy had left relatively early, otherwise, he might have been disqualified for being late.
"Roy, why are you so late? I was about to call you!"
Lambert looked really anxious. It would be a huge loss if they got disqualified for being late.
"Got stuck in traffic, so I was a little late."
Allen nodded, not thinking too much about it.
"New York traffic is seriously the worst. That's why I always leave several hours early!"
But then Lambert thought of something.
"Roy, you weren't out too late last night, were you? Did you sleep in until now?"
Roy: ???
What a dirty old man!
This actually confirmed for Roy how Niddy and the others had found him.
"Don't talk nonsense! I haven't slept at all since last night!"
Lambert gave a thumbs-up. He really admired Roy's fighting spirit.
If Lambert had had that kind of fighting power back in the day, he wouldn't have ended up just being a coach.
"Alright, knock it off with the jokes! Roy, hurry up and warm up. The weigh-in ceremony is about to start!"
There were only four matches today. Roy was in the second one, so he still had some time to warm up.
Playing five rounds and staying up all night wouldn't affect Roy's condition, but not eating would.
As soon as he started warming up, Roy's stomach let out a loud growl.
Allen immediately frowned.
"Roy, didn't you have dinner?"
Roy had spent the whole day with Claire and hadn't eaten a single thing.
"I was in too much of a rush to get here!"
"That won't do! Lambert, go outside the venue right now and buy something for Roy to eat, just to tide him over!"
Doing intense exercise on an empty stomach can easily lead to low blood sugar and passing out, especially for an athlete like Roy.
"I'll go right away!"
Roy wanted to stop Lambert, but then he figured the guy was just trying to help, so there was no need to stop him.
Fortunately, the one thing you don't see a shortage of outside these kinds of sports venues is street vendors. Lambert quickly came back with three hot dogs.
This kind of high-calorie food was perfect for getting some energy back. He only bought three because he was worried Roy might eat too much.
Eating too much during intense exercise can also affect your performance, making you feel nauseous and unable to focus, among other things.
Lambert was a professional coach, so he definitely wouldn't make that kind of mistake.
After wolfing down three hot dogs, Roy's stomach finally stopped rumbling. He felt about thirty percent full.
"Let's go, we need to go out for the weigh-in."
It seemed like there were a lot more people at the competition venue today. Maybe it was because the news from the night before last had spread after a whole day, and it had gotten a lot of people interested.
Among them were a lot of female spectators who were drawn in by Roy's looks, which made Roy the center of attention once again.
As soon as Roy came out, he became the focus of the entire venue. Whether it was the audience or the reporters, they all looked at him. How could that not make people jealous?
If looks could kill, Roy would probably have fought hundreds of times already.
Roy gave the other fighters a defiant look. Those guys could only stare; they wouldn't actually dare to fight.
The weigh-in ceremony ended quickly, and the first match began.
In the second round of matches, all the boxers were much more cautious. The ones who weren't careful had probably already been knocked out.
This made the pace of the matches much slower. Basically, they would fight all four rounds and then the winner would be decided by points, which was pretty boring to watch.
A defensive fighting style naturally isn't very exciting. Maybe only the most hardcore fans can appreciate the technique, but the problem is that most of the audience isn't that into it.
So, the crowd at the venue seemed pretty lukewarm until Roy came out.
Roy even faintly heard shouts of "Grim Reaper" and "Nuke." Could it be that fans who had watched the Santa Monica Cup had traveled all the way to New York?
This time, Roy's opponent was still a black guy. Although the guy looked really annoyed at Roy, he didn't say anything.
If the opponent wasn't going to say anything, then Roy would have to.
"What, another one of these guys?"
This made the black guy really mad, but surprisingly, he didn't trash-talk Roy back, which made Roy feel a bit bored.
Anyway, the result of the match was already a given. Why not have some fun?
Too bad this match was destined to be no fun.
The referee announced the start of the match. The black guy opposite him immediately took a cautious step back, getting into a defensive stance.
It looked like Roy's brutal performance in the last match had made his opponents start being careful.
But it didn't matter. As long as Roy wanted to take him down, no matter how much he defended, it wouldn't work.
Seeing Roy quickly move towards him with his butterfly steps, the black guy immediately tried to throw a punch to keep his distance, but his punch speed was like a snail compared to Roy. Roy could dodge it with a simple slip.
Having failed to control the distance, the black guy panicked even more. He wanted to keep backing away, but he quickly backed into the ring ropes.
At that moment, Roy launched his attack. A lightning-fast combination of punches landed on the black guy's guard. The guy couldn't withstand the power of Roy's punches at all, and his guard instantly broke apart.
Then came a heavy uppercut, and the black guy was knocked into the air, almost flying out of the ring.
After landing, the guy was hanging on the ropes, unconscious.
Hanging on the ropes also counts as a knockdown, and the referee immediately started the count.
Unsurprisingly, the black guy didn't get up after ten seconds.
So far, nobody who has been knocked down by Roy has been able to continue the match. Roy has fought a total of 15 matches, with 14 knockouts and one technical knockout.
The audience in the venue cheered loudly. This was the kind of match they wanted to see, and the shouts of Roy's nicknames got even louder!
"Nice one, Roy! You can go back and rest. Lambert and I will keep an eye on the other opponents."
Even though Roy was incredibly strong, Allen and Lambert, as his coaches, couldn't just sit around doing nothing. They still had to do some work.
Returning to the locker room, Roy was just about to take off his protective gear when a middle-aged black man walked in.
"Hello, Mr. Roy Black!"
Jennifer Morgan (Megan Fox)
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