I stared at the system window, utterly dumbfounded.
The nas Sylvester, Gabriella, and Astina were all familiar to .
They were the saintly NPCs from the ga Demon Realm Conquest.
During my previous life, when I had played the ga, these characters would appear and offer advice.
Not only that, but they were popular with players because they bestowed cash or special items as rewards.
Sylvester, in particular, was a saintly character who had once been an ancient pope. He was so prestigious that lower-level players rarely encountered him. And yet…
What?
They had been waiting eagerly for to finish the tutorial?
"You’ve got to be kidding ! You erased my mories and put a child through hell, and now this? If I was stuck in a ga, you could’ve at least warned !"
"Why would you do that?!"
“Wow! You psychopaths!”
Despite my outburst, the system window remained silent.
Thinking back, I vaguely rembered agreeing to the mory wipe, but what good was that now? It wasn’t like I’d had much of a choice—it had essentially been forced on .
I felt betrayed, even by my past self.
How could they say that when they had no idea how much pain I went through after losing my dad?
I could sense the awkwardness radiating from the system’s patrons as I sulked.
Well, if their goal was to make truly believe I was Crescent by erasing my mories, then congratulations—they’d succeeded.
My mind was already filled with only one thought: saving my dad.
The system’s presence had confird it for —I was indeed the daughter of the Great Demon King Baal. And in his final monts, he had longed for .
Sowhere deep in his heart, my dad—the real Lloyd Delight—still existed.
I have to find Dad. I’ll bring him back to the way he was.
Not only would I save my dad, but I’d save the world too.
The thought cald slightly.
But I knew this plan went completely against the original story—it was an absurd path in this world’s frawork.
I wiped my tears, stood up, and glared at the system window.
“I’m seriously mad. Do you realize I spent twelve miserable years as a struggling child? How dare you take my dad away and give him back only to snatch him again? You’d better… give so compensation!”
It better be sothing good, you so-called saints!
“Why are you so quiet? I’ve endured abuse, neglect, and starvation as a child without even knowing it was a tutorial! The entire village ostracized , called the Demon King’s daughter, and even threw rocks at ! I lost count of the days I went hungry. Honestly, if I had just died sooner, I could’ve finished the tutorial faster!”
I had fought tooth and nail to survive, just so I could et my dad again.
And in the end, I died trying to save the male protagonist who had killed my father.
“And another thing—!”
"What did you just say?!"
Good! That’s the least they can do!
“And don’t think you can brush off with sothing la…”
I let my tears well up as I added to my plea for sympathy.
Finally, the system window reappeared.
These were the basic rewards I should’ve received anyway.
“What? 20 billion?!”
I rubbed my eyes and opened them wide to double-check.
“What is this?!”
The extravagant rewards were making my head spin.
Having played this ga countless tis in my past life, I knew how absurdly generous these bonuses were.
Even the daughter of the ga company’s CEO wouldn’t get treatnt like this.
And it wasn’t over yet.
“Wow…”
At last, the reward distribution was complete.
I was speechless.
Never had I expected the system to shower with such abundant rewards.
The fact that I wouldn’t have to worry about stamina or malnutrition for three years was especially reassuring. At least now, I wouldn’t have to live in constant fear of dying.
“Thank you! You truly are Guardian Saints!”
I clasped my hands together politely and gave them a grateful smile.
Just seeing the number 25 billion cash made feel full already. At this point, I was filthy rich. Surely, I was the youngest billionaire in this world.
Knowing that money would no longer be an obstacle gave confidence.
As I reviewed the rewards list again, sothing occurred to .
“By the way, Saints…”
“That Patron Wish Ticket—can I use it now? My wish is simple. Bring my dad back. That’s all I want…”
“…”
I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I mumbled, “Oh, it’s not like I really expected it to work. Thank you anyway…”
I forced a small smile. At the very least, the rewards were substantial enough to soften the blow.
***
After a thorough shower of rewards that felt like a refreshing soda bath, I finally allowed myself a mont of satisfaction.
The 25 billion cash and other bonuses I received felt like a kind of life insurance payout. However, they didn’t erase the pain and suffering I endured over the past years.
What they did provide was a sense of relief—knowing that the journey to find and save my dad would now be much easier.
That alone was a trendous source of strength for in this mont.
Leaving the gaping hole in the wall behind, I climbed up to the second floor.
“It’s been four years since I’ve been here, huh?”
It had been so long.
Just monts ago, it felt like the house was still filled with traces of the happy life Dad and I had shared together.
Finally, I entered Dad’s room.
Compared to my room, it was far simpler and smaller. Like Dad himself, the room was neat and spotless.
I rembered once asking him why his room was so bare. What had he said?
“Dad doesn’t need anything but our little Crescent.”
That’s what he’d said.
He always said things like that, as if it was his mantra.
Tears welled up as I bit my lip to hold them back. Slowly, I opened his closet.
Inside, there were only about five outfits hanging—his outdoor clothes.
As a child, I’d thought Dad simply wasn’t interested in clothes. But that wasn’t it. He didn’t buy anything for himself because he wanted to spend more on .
“Dad…”
At last, the tears burst forth. Hugging one of his jackets tightly, I buried my face into it and sobbed.
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