"Did you see it?"
"No, I didn’t."
Julia spoke words that left Charlette unsure of how to respond: "But I believe in my Hero more than anyone. So, it’s ti for you to make a choice, Charlette."
"Do I look like I have a choice?"
"Death is also a choice. I will return your soul to the World of the Dead, and then you’ll beco a new life form—it’s the path that all life in this world must go through. I don’t see anything wrong with that. If you find your current life painful, the god you believe in will forgive your choice of death and bless you with a happier life."
God—
Goddess—
A being completely different from Mohe, whether in essence or thought... Sohow, Charlette found Mohe to be more accepting, while the great goddess instilled a trace of fear in her.
A shiver from deep within.
Is it because, in front of her, isn’t a living goddess, but a lingering will, not a real living person?
She reached out to the goddess: "I, how can I obtain your power?"
"You lack the talent to reach this realm, so I left my will... This will serve as a tool to assist you in mastering my power. You won’t be as powerful as them, but you’ll barely step into this domain... However, to endure my will and accept my soul, you will need a very long ti. Let think, at least ten thousand years? You must understand the culmination of destiny for yourself. What you have experienced is only a fragnt of fate, now it’s your turn to experience more of it."
...
The Evil Spirit and Mohe simultaneously looked at Charlette, who was absorbing the goddess’s power.
"This is! Julia..." Mohe’s gaze turned solemn, and after a mont, she looked at the Evil Spirit, "Evil Spirit, it seems that Julia doesn’t truly rely on you, nor does she intend for you to live. She chose Charlette. Charlette will not die here. Julia has arranged everything."
The Evil Spirit, who had been motionless, started to struggle finally, desperately, and madly, pure white power vibrated continuously as she began to wrestle with Doro.
Doro’s hand didn’t waver at all as he rely asked, "What happened?"
"Though it sounds strange, it turns out beings of our level are like centipedes, hard to kill completely. The goddess must have seen her own death through destiny and then manipulated fate, leaving sothing behind so that Charlette could inherit her power, retaining the seed of her resurrection. I roughly know what she’s waiting for."
"Manipulate fate?"
Mohe shook her head: "It’s hard to describe in concrete terms; in fact, I don’t have this kind of power symbol at all. In this respect, Julia indeed has gone further than ... However, even so, it’s not easy for Charlette to obtain this power. She must be undergoing a painful trial. It won’t be a pleasant thing."
Now, as if no longer having any concerns, she directly extended her hand into Julia’s body, and the Evil Spirit let out a painful howl. But Mohe turned a deaf ear: "I know what you want to do, Evil Spirit, thinking that if your plan fails, you’ll unite with the power of blessing, at least to ensure your safety, right? It’s aningless."
Her eyes held a touch of mockery: "You are hatred, a curse. Very conveniently, this kind of ominous power is precisely what I’m adept at handling."
The symbol of the Curse started to spread from Mohe’s right hand, which reached into Julia’s body: "What you may not know is that I have made so modifications to this power recently. I’ve transford it into a power called Witchcraft, and the beings who master this power I call Wizards. Wizards increase their groups through the Wizard’s Tree and the Wizard Seed, just like the oldest batch of beings. Didn’t Julia also create the Elf Race on the ground as an imitation of the World Tree? You should understand better."
"Stop!"
"Relax! Since Julia’s self-will chose Charlette, I naturally can’t let this part of your hatred and curse just disappear. I’ll give you a choice too. Who was it again? Ah, Adriana loved to talk about balance." Her hand began to withdraw from Julia’s body.
"No! Don’t!!! I don’t want this!!!!!!"
The Evil Spirit finally emitted a desperate wail. However, although Doro and Feiker showed a trace of reluctance, no one interrupted Mohe’s actions.
A pitch-black seed was pulled out of Julia’s body by Mohe.
"Mr. Doro, you can release her now. Next, we just wait for Charlette to receive all the goddess’s power."
Mohe saved this seed carefully and then looked at Doro and Feiker: "Who do you think is suitable to hold this part of the Evil Spirit’s power? This life, born of the goddess’s hatred and curse, cannot be resisted by anyone without great resoluteness, but on the other hand, it can bring trendous power."
"But it’s useless to us, isn’t it?"
Doro was sowhat puzzled.
"Exactly, Mr. Doro, you lack a bit of a romantic touch! I personally think that short-lived species have a strong pursuit of romanticism, but you are the opposite... Don’t you find this quite interesting?"
Co to think of it, Mohe’s treasury was already filled with all sorts of bizarre things, so her interest in such things seed—
"Now you’re on the throne of the sole king; as long as you order the erasure of stories about the Hero, after about a hundred years, people will forget the story of the Hero. At that ti, I’ll place this seed in so treasure box, and then you announce to the world about the Hero. The one who finds the ’Seed of God’ will be the true Hero—then the person who finds this thing will coexist with Julia’s hatred and curse, and we’ll observe what path this person takes, whether being consud by hatred and curse or resisting such emotions, becoming increasingly steadfast and great... It’s quite an intriguing ga."
She seed to have already envisioned such a scene: "A little ga to pass ti. Once you live longer, you’ll see how such gas are entertaining, helping to pass decades of dull ti. And along with our will, this story can keep being continued. Isn’t that a delightful thing?"
... This was typical of what Mohe would do.
Hearing this, Doro couldn’t help but furrow his brows: "You wouldn’t have thought the sa when I was born, would you?"
"... I thought your birth was a signal of Julia’s compromise with . You see, Julia, in human terms, is a tsundere, right? Because our ideas clashed, she directly went to create the Celestial Realm, insisting on proving her correctness, but she also occasionally made so moves on the ground—I thought you were created by her for my amusent. I planned to send sothing up to her once you finished your part, but then you directly chopped off my limbs."
Mohe addressed him with every "you" respectfully. She was quite a qualified maid: "So now I can only pay for my past misjudgnt, serving you patiently as your maid..."
She glanced at Julia’s body, which was lying on the ground: "Are you interested in Julia’s body? If you have that desire, I can create a soul that obeys your every command, allowing you to enjoy both her body and mine simultaneously."
"... This is utterly sacrilegious."
Nearby, Feiker seed to envision the scene, covering his eyes.
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