When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Chapter 28: Turn to Ashes (Two in One)_3 Chapter 617: Chapter 28: Turn to Ashes (Two in One)_3 Her voice was very similar to Yulia’s, only more mature and languid.

But unlike the Yulia Aiwass rembered, the Defiant Fla Butterfly was much more aggressive—

She extended her right hand forward, and the swirling flas transford into a giant hand, lifting Drost’s upper body and, as simply as wax adhering to a candle, dragged it back to stick to his lower half.

“Does it hurt, Mr.

Scum?”

Uttering sweet words, the Defiant Fla Butterfly laughed beautifully like a girl, with her left hand held behind her back.

The next mont, as the deep red flas turned into intense white, Drost’s charred body started to heal rapidly.

That sensation, like being imrsed in warm spring water, instantly dissolved Drost’s miserable screams.

His brows unfurled, loosening the fists clenched so tight that blood spilled, and his bones made a creaking, acidic noise.

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She, who shared mories with Yulia, was in a sense another Yulia.

When summoned by Aiwass, the fragnts of “Yulia” and the “Defiant Fla Butterfly” post-death rged again with her.

mories from this world line flooded into the consciousness of the Defiant Fla Butterfly.

Not just the mories of the “Defiant Fla Butterfly” manifesting separately by consuming Yulia’s body with the Phantom Demon Body…

but also Yulia’s unwilling and sorrowful emotions at her final monts.

When the Defiant Fla Butterfly separated from Yulia, Yulia and Isabel hadn’t beco friends yet.

Hence, the Defiant Fla Butterfly wasn’t that close to Isabel.

Sofia’s death didn’t affect her much.

But “seeing” Yulia of this world die because of Drost’s sches, the out-of-control self nearly went insane and killed Aiwass, with whom she had grown up.

And when Aiwass finally succeeded in stopping her madness, defeating her…

but then he wept tears of pain while caressing the fragnts on the necklace night and day.

The Defiant Fla Butterfly felt as if flas were igniting in her chest.

If it was harming herself, the Defiant Fla Butterfly wouldn’t be filled with such strong resentnt and hatred—she was the Defiant Fla Butterfly, the Fla Butterfly that burned itself with fire.

But to harm Yulia, to harm Aiwass…

Especially, to make her hurt Aiwass herself.

That made the killing intent in her heart spread like fire, unstoppable ever since.

As Drost’s vitality gradually recovered, growing stronger, his consciousness gradually cleared.

The Defiant Fla Butterfly watched Drost, who reopened his eyes, slowly curl her lips into a sowhat cruel but blissfully happy smile:

“Pain…

is just right.

“I was in a lot of pain too.”

With the Defiant Fla Butterfly’s bell-like, clear laughter, the flas suddenly reversed again, turning into a sticky, dark red like blood.

The heat of the flas, even more scorching than before, clung to Drost like a festering wound and perated his entire body in an instant.

And as the flas burned until Drost’s consciousness blurred again, they once again beca white.

The pain dissipated like the tide, and his body regained sensation from the tingling warmth.

The agony would never numb his nerves, for with each instance, he would be restored to his healthiest state.

In Drost’s eyes, pure terror finally manifested: “No, no…”

“Don’t want to die, right?”

The Defiant Fla Butterfly danced in the air like a queen of flas, manipulating the fire of different attributes.

She gazed at Drost, her dark red pupils like congealed blood: “How fortunate, I didn’t want to either.”

The next mont, the flas reversed once more.

This ti, however, the Defiant Fla Butterfly did not reverse the flas.

Instead, she amplified the fire’s intensity, with a thick killing intent, burning Drost directly into ashes.

Aiwass reached out, gently caressing the Defiant Fla Butterfly’s hair.

It was a touch similar to Yulia’s, just sowhat scalding…

like a glass cup poured over with boiling water.

She just squinted like a kitten, Silent and without words.

Now that she had gained complete intelligence, she made her first appearance seem quite cruel…

…Having cald down now, she felt slightly embarrassed.

But she didn’t regret it, the Defiant Fla Butterfly thought.

If given another chance, she would do the sa.

If Aiwass were to take revenge for her, and torture Drost for her and Yulia’s sake, she would be delighted, yet she would also feel sad.

…It would be the sadness of a relative forced to avenge, compelled to stain his hands with fresh blood.

Because in her mory…

as well as in Yulia’s, Aiwass was always the kind but occasionally weak older brother.

He would stay up all night without sleep, buoying his spirits for the sake of Yulia’s discomfort; he would also take leave just to keep Yulia company at ho, because she felt lonely.

Back when they lived in the orphanage, Aiwass’s favorite food was fried cod.

He looked blissful when eating it, and Yulia would stare at him blankly—that was a look that orphans without parents or a ho should not possess, like that of The Sun.

For soone devoid of hope, that was the color of hope.

Perhaps because Yulia always watched him, Aiwass thought he also liked fried codfish steaks.

So, he would resolve to give most of it to her.

But in truth, Yulia didn’t like fried fish at all.

It was too greasy for her, and she preferred vegetables and desserts.

Yet every ti Aiwass gave her his food, it made Yulia’s chest feel warm.

It was an urge to cry…

the flavor of “family” from her mories, sothing she never had since she could rember.

Yulia knew that she and Aiwass were different from the start.

Aiwass had a family as a child.

He had his own father and mother, and even mories of living with them.

He vaguely rembered their faces and nas, although the mories weren’t very vivid.

But Yulia was an abandoned baby.

Since the beginning of her mories, she had been an orphan.

She didn’t even know her surna, let alone whether her parents were still alive.

Aiwass was like The Sun that had fallen to the bottom of the valley, destined to rise again soday.

Eventually, many people would surround him; she was neither the first nor would she be the last.

Yet Yulia was a bat that had lived at the bottom of the valley from birth.

She had only seen one kind of light, and that was The Sun’s own light.

However, in Yulia’s mory…

Aiwass was actually much more fragile than her.

He was afraid of pain, crying from a bumped head or hand.

He also feared bleeding; when he accidentally fell and scraped his knee, he would get so scared that he thought he was going to die.

Aiwass was not of insubstantial desires.

On the contrary, he was greedy…

it pained him every ti he gave away things he liked to others.

He was also more cowardly than Yulia.

Yulia had never been afraid of the dark, but Aiwass always feared Darkness…

not ghosts, but the fear that soone within would kill him, just like his own parents had.

…And yet.

He was willing to hurt himself without rcy, feeding her his blood; he was willing to give things he liked to Yulia, who shared no blood relation; despite his cowardice, he pretended to be brave to try and protect Yulia.

So, Yulia played the role of the weak to be protected by Aiwass.

Because now, she was Aiwass’s “sister.”

But the Defiant Fla Butterfly was different.

She was a Magical Beast, a Phantom Demon.

An anomaly that should not exist.

She was a cruel and insane fire Phantom Demon who almost burnt Aiwass alive in this world, only coming to her senses at the last mont.

Now, to burn Drost over and over again a few tis seed reasonable…

However, when the Defiant Fla Butterfly was sowhat despondent, Aiwass suddenly said, “You’re quite kind.

“You only healed him twice before you completely killed him…

If it were , I would have killed him at least ten tis.

Truly, even the temperant of a Phantom Demon of Dedication could only be so bad.”

The Defiant Fla Butterfly lifted her head, staring blankly at Aiwass.

Aiwass gently touched her, quietly calling out, “Tired?

Co back and rest for a bit.”

Her mouth slowly curved into a smile, her body shattered, and she turned into a Fla Butterfly that slowly landed on Aiwass’s fingertip.

…It was not the gentleness ant for Yulia.

She could finally feel it distinctly.

It was the light that belonged only to her.

—Not until Drost turned to ash did the Defiant Fla Butterfly completely separate herself from Yulia.