Miss Hero Must Die

The setting sun was like blood, and beyond the thorny path, a bright moon hung in the sky, forming a strange contrast with the blood-red sunset.

The crimson rays of the setting sun, illuminated by the dim purple moonlight, took on an eerie dark hue, casting a strange shadow over the entire road.

Even the leaves on the trees nearby appeared grayish in the light.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the air, which disgusted Chtholly.

She gently covered her eyes, and this was the scene that came into view.

The nauseating smell left her speechless.

Just a light sniff made her feel her soul tremble.

She had no idea what it tasted like.

To her, the smell was odorless, yet it could induce extreme nausea.

She had no idea what she was going through; everything in front of her caused Chtholly pain.

What kind of feeling is this?

It's like walking aimlessly in the wild, feeling as if your whole body has been cut by knives.

It was like inhaling dirty air, which was directly injected into the cut skin.

Where is she now? What exactly happened?

She was at a loss.

It seems that she was previously on the island, controlled by a distant god, facing her destiny as a hero.

Thinking about this, the nausea from the outside world intertwined with her previous sadness, leaving Chtholly completely bewildered.

She felt only endless sadness, disgust, and even despair.

She really didn't want to be a hero. She didn't understand what a hero was, nor did she understand why she had been chosen.

How could someone who is just a petty thief and a conman be entrusted with such a task?

This made Chtholly feel very sad.

She couldn't help but recall her vulnerable childhood.

Her yellow hair wasn't her original color; it was originally blue.

Later, in order to conceal her identity, she dyed her hair yellow.

Her blue hair once earned her the nickname "Blue-haired Enchantress" in the village.

Because in that small town, only her hair was blue, unlike everyone else's.

This is why she was bullied at the church-run girls' high school.

Blue is not a common color in this world.

No one expected that fate would take a tragic turn because of this different color.

Amidst her pain, anxiety, and the oppression from her parents, she finally saved up enough money over the course of a year to buy a train ticket to the capital.

She spent a year there as a beggar, eventually mastering the art of stealing money.

She had no magical talent whatsoever, and even learned to swindle from beggars, becoming a fraudulent doctor in a shady clinic.

That period was a time she found quite interesting.

There, she was finally able to wash herself, put on clean clothes, and pretend to be a learned doctor in front of everyone.

During that time, she came into contact with many things, such as various medical principles and different rhetoric.

Until that day, her master—an old red-haired woman—scammed a viscount.

The illegal clinic was shut down, and the old woman had deceived many poor people, allowing them to save their lives for much less at a legitimate clinic.

He was deceived by her with an exorbitant price and ultimately lost his life.

After interrogation, it was found that this illegal clinic had been operating for two years and had killed over a thousand people.

Amidst public outrage and a just trial, the mastermind, an elderly woman, was sentenced to death and sent to the guillotine.

The rest had all their illegal gains confiscated.

She had no choice but to escape and walk to the second most prosperous city, Silver Mirror City.

During her year of swindling, she unexpectedly stumbled into an old underground law firm.

They found various case documents of unknown dates.

She eagerly studied all of this material and eventually helped a wealthy woman find her husband's mistress.

He used this to get a sum of money and opened this firm.

Chtholly finally managed to control herself.

Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and a wave of pain washed over her, making her wish she could wash away the dye immediately.

But she finally sighed, her heart filled with endless desolation.

She clearly doesn't want to be a hero; she's clearly just a liar who only knows how to deceive people. How can she become a hero?

She clearly only wanted to live, and only wanted to live for money.

Just as she was on the verge of collapse, she saw the moonlight finally slowly descend.

Chtholly gently raised her head and saw that a crack had appeared in the distant sky, as if the whole world had been cut in two.

At that moment, the sun fell, or rather, shattered into two halves, one half falling into the sea and the other half hanging in the sky.

In a short while, the other half of the sun returned to normal.

The moon is the same; after being cut in half, the other half flies into the sky and reunites with the remaining part.

The surrounding scenery kept overlapping and intersecting, making Chtholly feel extremely dizzy.

She gently raised her head, and in an instant, the scene that alternated between black and white and then regained color returned to normal.

She didn't know where she was, but felt a sense of familiarity.

The thorny path is so familiar, the setting sun is so familiar.

She couldn't help but think that this was like an old projection she had seen on the island when she was being controlled by a god.

Could it be that she has entered the projection of the past?

Chtholly seemed to know from the interface in front of her that monsters were about to attack.

Meanwhile, the two counts' men finally noticed something amiss and kept the terrifying monsters at bay.

They then relocated all the villagers to a nearby city to hold out.

Chtholly finally remembered the relevant information.

She remembered that she seemed to be in the process of absorbing the power of miracles.

Could this be the training ground for the power of miracles?

To suppress her shadow, she gently raised her head and recalled the details from before.

At midnight, when the sun has completely set and the moon is at its zenith, natural disasters will strike, and the era will collapse.

The first monster to attack from the seabed was named Polar Ningen.

After a moment's hesitation, Chtholly stopped and headed straight for the village.

The village was dangerous, but the terrifying aura seeped into her very being, making it impossible for her to move.

Even the bones felt like they were about to crumble.

There was definitely something wrong with the surrounding air; that was Chtholly's final judgment.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, but she did not back down and continued to move forward step by step.

Each step became increasingly difficult, as dark energy swirled around her.

What is going on in this world?

Ctholly didn't understand, but she endured the pain and continued on her way.

Step by step, they left shallow traces on the muddy, thorny path.

The outline of the village in the distance gradually came into view, brightly lit, and all was quiet.

In the darkness and under the setting sun, a few children were playing on small wooden horses.

The rocking horse reminded Chtholly of her childhood.

Those were relatively peaceful years.

The parents did not quarrel, the mother did not have an affair, and she was not drugged and forced into prostitution.

My father did not become addicted to gambling, sell all the family property, or spend his days in casinos where he had his fingers chopped off.

She was not bullied by her classmates at school because her hair color was different.

In that old house that was not yet dilapidated, her father drank wine, chopped wood from the woods, and used an axe to carve out a small wooden horse for her to ride.

The mother quietly cooked the meal, watching them with gentle eyes.

Chtholly sighed softly.

"I must go there..."