Miss Hero Must Die

Latilia was speechless, her lips twitching slightly, but since the god always seemed to be smiling, she could only offer a helpless smile.

That wretched god, why does he always smile when he speaks, with such a radiant smile and such a delicate voice?

Latilia simply couldn't understand why the god was so skilled at this, which had made her so adept at speaking in a different tone of voice.

Perhaps she didn't mean to do it this way, but the deity kept speaking like that, which made her throat sound strange.

Moreover, isn't Chtholly's approach too simplistic?

I just said that water won't wet your hands, so doesn't that mean it won't wet your clothes either? Why would you ask such an obvious question?

Latilia felt somewhat helpless.

As expected, the deity's interpersonal skills are truly exceptional.

Latilia smiled softly against her true feelings, her cherry-like lips slightly parted, her voice filled with praise for Ctholly.

"As expected of the Heroine, she was able to discover such a miraculous thing. It seems that the Heroine is really amazing."

Latilia: "..."

This is not what she wanted to say.

After saying this, Latilia felt quite uneasy. However, for the sake of the gods, and to avoid revealing her identity as a hero and putting herself in danger, she was still willing to play this role well.

Chtholly sat down on the beach, her hands outstretched behind her back. She seemed unconcerned that her socks wouldn't get wet, so she put one foot in a sock and the other foot out into the turquoise water.

Then she stiffly turned her head and heard the strange sound from the other side.

"Come on, Latilia, let's wash our feet."

Latilia: "..."

After some thought, Latilia sighed inwardly, but on the surface she showed a warm smile, like a refreshing grape reflecting the sunlight on a summer day.

She gently sat down next to Chtholly and took off her little leather shoes.

Her voice was very gentle.

"I didn't expect the Heroine to take this opportunity to wash her feet. But this water doesn't seem suitable for washing feet, does it? Aren't we here for the messenger assessment?"

Chtholly sat up abruptly, her body stiffening instantly.

Then he lay down again.

This is clearly under the control of the evil god over there.

Her tone carried a hint of doubt.

"Right, we haven't encountered any so-called challenges yet. But what kind of examinee comes to us seeking a challenge?"

Latilia: "..."

Latilia had no choice but to take off her little leather shoes and put her feet, which were clad in white stockings, into the turquoise seawater.

Then Chtholly spoke again.

"This seawater must taste delicious."

Latilia hesitated and was puzzled for a moment; she had never expected this guy's conversation to be so erratic.

She tilted her head slightly, her red bangs swaying gently, and a single strand of hair sticking up and fluttering in the wind like a cowlick.

Latilia asked curiously, "Why must seawater taste good?"

Chtholly raised her hands as if to cheer, and her originally stiff and flat voice instantly became excited.

"Because the seawater here has the footprints left by the two beautiful girls."

Latilia: "..."

She felt that dealing with these things was still too much trouble for her.

She couldn't help but gently pat her forehead, her little mouth slightly turned down.

"Miss Hero, you're joking."

This was the most harmonious and divinely inspired response Latilia could think of to Chtholly's words.

Fortunately, Latilia was not tortured for too long.

A moment later, she was once again under control—the deity had returned.

Latilia felt that she was only truly complete when the gods controlled her.

This strange idea left Latilia speechless; its appearance struck her as quite eerie.

Perhaps she had become accustomed to having the gods by her side.

Without the help of the gods, dealing with this girl who considers herself a heroine would indeed be quite difficult.

Latilia made a silent vow to herself that she must work hard to become stronger, and mentally clenched her little fist.

As a hero, she has every reason not to lose.

Ke Qi logged back into the game and found Latilia soaking her feet with Chtholly, leaving him speechless for a moment.

On second thought, there really is nothing to do here. What else can I do besides soaking my feet?

But Ke Qi immediately felt something was strange:

Isn't this a real-world assessment? Why isn't there any challenge? Wasn't there supposed to be a projection of history? Why isn't it showing up at all?

Could something have gone wrong?

What exactly happened?

He had thought that he might encounter the projection of old history when he returned, but he didn't expect to be soaking his feet on this small island.

Since the challenge did not come looking for us, and the projection of history did not appear.

Ke Qi turned his gaze to the silver markings on his hand and those on Latilia's hand.

If the projections don't come to them, then they should pilot the Silver Ark to find them.

Ke Qi was determined to secure the top-tier recommendation for the messenger position.

……

Messenger, First Church.

A massive machine was running incessantly. It consisted of countless magical gears and strange pathways for transmitting magical signals. Its energy and magical pathways seemed to be connected to a terrifying entity.

The constant beeping of the machine broke the silence of the church.

Although no one was speaking, the noise from the machines made the atmosphere noisy.

A dozen or so church members sat at the conference table, looking at the machine in front of them with some headaches.

This is a Shadow World machine they created by combining magical technology to project the remnants of the Silver Sea from ancient times into history.

The aim is to provide scholars with relevant historical research from the past and the old era, as well as the observation and selection of extraordinary individuals.

Combining modern magical theory and technology, this device can provide a comprehensive assessment of its members. Those with extraordinary abilities who enter will arrive at a small island surrounded by turquoise waters.

Moments later, the island will distort, and the projection of history will descend from here.

According to some scholars, their research shows that all extraordinary races capable of learning magic in the old era could enter it, and each person would have a canoe to travel on the Silver Sea.

There were no monsters in the world at that time, and the only way to obtain the three extraordinary elements and kill monsters was to do so within this world.

Participants would then navigate canoes, adjusting their own course and following the guidance of fate to reach various islands in order to acquire the three extraordinary elements and defeat monsters.

Unfortunately, everything has now been lost. After research, the Church of the Silver and Mirror God and various countries and organizations have finally managed to make the remains of the Silver Sea play a little role: it allows those who enter to land directly on a predetermined island and conduct trials without the need for a wooden boat.

Unfortunately, they can no longer obtain the three extraordinary elements or kill monsters. They can only experience a virtual projection of the old world and can only land on a fixed island that they have already detected.

An elderly man in a silver robe smoothed his woolly hair, looking somewhat overwhelmed, and said:

"Bishop, the remnants of the Silver Sea seem to be crumbling. The divine power we couldn't previously decipher, remnants of the old era, is constantly dissipating, and now, the magical computing power of our colossal machine is being continuously drained by an unknown entity."

"What's going on? This has never happened before."

"Right now, new students are being assessed there, and I suspect this might be an attack by other cults against our new generation of candidates."