Miss Hero Must Die

Latilia's stomach was growling loudly with hunger, and smelling the familiar aroma, she wanted to speak:

"Give me more bread..."

However, this evil god seemed to possess immense power, and in a mere instant, he controlled his mouth, uttering words that left Latilia completely bewildered.

"Mrs. Bethany, do you know the hero?"

A crisp sound came from the girl's mouth.

Ke Qi couldn't help but sigh, the gaming experience in the extraordinary realm was indeed truly exceptional.

If Ke Qi controlled someone who didn't think of them as a hero, that would be great.

Latilia felt that the evil god had asked some very silly questions.

In this world, who doesn't know the hero, and who doesn't know the hero's name?

Asking that question makes me sound like a child.

If the evil god wants to know, he can just go find her directly...

Ke Qi naturally had no idea what Latilia was thinking, and instead shifted his focus to Mrs. Campbellley.

Mrs. Campbell was somewhat surprised.

"Little Latilia, why are you asking this today...?"

Latilia was mortified, but she couldn't control the color of her face, otherwise it would have turned bright red by now.

Ke Qi felt that being real had its advantages, but also its disadvantages.

Now, operating the dialogue is proving a bit difficult for Ke Qi.

Simply said into the microphone:

"It's nothing, it's just that a friend mentioned heroes, which made me a little curious..."

Latilia was at a loss for words. Suddenly, she had some guesses in her mind. Could this evil god be a remnant of the ancient times? Back then, there were no demon kings and heroes, nor colorful sequences and wings.

Fortunately, Ke Qi won the championship again, and Latilia didn't do anything else. Mrs. Campbell was just chatting.

"Little Latilia, since you want to know what a hero is, then listen carefully... the story begins..."

"The hero is a child favored by the gods, bathed in all glory. It is destined that he/she will once again create a great feast on earth. It is said that a hero is born every thirty years..."

Ke Qi kept this setting in mind.

You know what, it actually makes a lot of sense.

Mrs. Cambesley sighed softly.

"Unfortunately, for tens of thousands of years, not a single hero has been known to the world..."

Latilia had absolutely no interest in this clichéd story.

For tens of thousands of years, not a single hero has been seen...

How ethereal and unreal it is!

Latilia had no interest and let Keqi manipulate her body.

Ke Qi, however, was very interested.

He's currently experiencing a surge in his survival instincts.

For tens of thousands of years, not a single hero has been known.

Only Ke Qi understood—

They must have been killed.

Ke Qi skillfully controlled Latilia to act cute...

"Mrs. Cambesley, why is the hero unknown to anyone...?"

Mrs. Campbell looked somewhat sad.

"The grand feast is so unpredictable that brave warriors must pass through layer upon layer of trials, and countless brave warriors perish along the way..."

"Furthermore, some heroes who fail to realize their true nature and undergo Hero Awakening will die precisely at midnight on the night they turn eighteen..."

Ke Qidu was somewhat curious; Mrs. Campbell seemed to know a lot about gossip.

It seems this place will not only be a place to fill your stomach in the future, but also a place to gossip.

Mrs. Campbell saw that Latilia's face was expressionless, and her sweet smile had disappeared. She said with some concern:

"Little Latilia, what's wrong? You look so pale..."

Ke Qicai realized that he had been daydreaming and told Latilia to stay put.

"Sorry, I was so engrossed in the story of the hero that I got a little distracted for a moment..."

The girl's sweet voice filled the air.

Latilia is indeed a girl who, although she doesn't believe there are heroes in this world, would crave that power if they did.

She's going to return home in glory and inherit her family's vast fortune.

Ke Qi kept the grand feast in his heart.

He also wrote down the rule that the hero needs to awaken on the night he comes of age, or he will die on time.

"Speaking of which, our Miss Latilia is still a long way from coming of age, isn't she...?"

Ke Qi looked at the girl he was controlling.

He's definitely 1.5 meters tall.

He doesn't look like an adult at all.

That soft voice reached Latilia's ears again.

She was lost in thought, indulging in her chuunibyou fantasies of being a hero who could destroy the world, when she heard the eerie words of the evil god.

A little stubbornness arose in her heart at this moment.

What do you mean she's still a long way from adulthood? She just looks a little young.

She's turning eighteen tomorrow.

Although she was studying messenger techniques alone in Silver Mirror City, she was probably not bored at all.

Although the evil god's words are bizarre and indescribable, they seem quite interesting.

Ke Qi, having thoroughly investigated and satisfied everyone, maintained his carefully constructed persona.

"Mrs. Cambesley, please pack my favorite bread..."

Mrs. Cambesley looked at the girl in front of her who was suddenly spacing out and then suddenly acting like a sweet girl, and then suddenly remembered something.

"I remember you bought your birthday cake around this time last year..."

Ke Qi suddenly had a bad feeling.

He can't be that unlucky...

Cambesley gently picked up the ledger, flipped to last year, and placed her fingers on it.

"Yes, little Latilia, tomorrow is your birthday. Would you like to order a cake from me...?"

Upon hearing this, Latilia realized that she really should order a cake. The most important thing was to have a happy birthday. She wondered if the despicable evil god would allow her to buy a cake.

However, once that guy leaves, she can take control of her own body.

Ke Qi broke out in a cold sweat.

He's just escaped one danger only to fall into another.

Ke Qi couldn't even imagine that if he played this game called "Notia's Lies" any later, he might suddenly die like the hero, without knowing why.

Ke Qi felt that this question still needed to be asked.

He spoke into the microphone.

Latilia smiled gently, her dress fluttering in the wind like a beautiful dandelion, the sound of which seemed to come from her lips like the chimes of a wind chime.

"Mrs. Cambesley, what's my birthday tomorrow...?"

Latilia felt bored and her body was being controlled. To be honest, she felt that this questioning and conversation made Mr. Evil God seem incredibly boring and perverse.

If you want to know how big it is, just ask the controlled version of yourself. Why is there such a gossipy part?

Ke Qi had no time to consider what Latilia was thinking.

He was waiting for an answer.

Mrs. Campbell was somewhat puzzled.

"Little Latilia, tomorrow is your eighteenth birthday. Aren't you taking the Messenger test in a few days? It's a superhuman test that only adults can participate in."

Mrs. Campbell's words put Ke Qi's mind at ease once again.

Oh well, another revival round.