Miss Hero Must Die

After hearing this, Fullerstein realized it was indeed a very reasonable question and smiled slightly.

"It should be possible. The gods said that in order to select messengers to defend humanity, eternal power will be poured into the earth. No matter what the gods do, no matter how humanity falls, a hero will eventually appear. These are the words that the God of Redemption once wrote in the murals. They will ensure that the hero is the defender of order, and that even when life is extinguished, a hero will always appear. This also ensures that civilization will last forever, and the will of the gods will continue forever."

It sounds rather sacred, Chtholly thought.

She finally understood why she could still be chosen as the hero, even though the new era had begun, the old era had ended, and all the gods were most likely dead.

It turns out that regardless of whether the gods are dead or alive, they will always select a hero.

Chtholly was truly grateful to the divine family.

She nodded, indicating that she understood the question.

Her most crucial task now is to absorb the Miracle Liquid. So, how exactly should she absorb it?

Chtholly's gaze fell upon the sealed door, from which came a series of strange, crackling noises. She spoke softly:

"Senior Furastan, Senior Arily, how should I complete the absorption process for this miraculous recurrence?"

Ya Lili did not hesitate.

They were already dead, but it's quite interesting that they were summoned by the Silver Sea after so many years to become remnants of the past. That's why they said a few more words.

We got so engrossed in the conversation that we didn't even address the crucial issues.

Ya Lili patted her head and couldn't help but say:

"I had forgotten about that. It's very simple; we already know that these villagers are the real culprits."

"Your conditions for clearing the level are clear. These guys are definitely controlled by an evil god to trigger this massive crisis, and it's too late to stop them. Over there, you used the method of capturing them in advance. So, here, I suggest you kill them all, one family at a time, and eliminate them all. That would count as completing the mission..."

Chtholly didn't care whether she killed them or not.

Because she had often caused patients to die in the past few years, she may have felt quite guilty at first.

Later she understood this principle; if she didn't do it, she wouldn't be able to survive.

Looking back now, I find that period extremely repulsive.

The fragments of how patients were killed in that devilish clinic in the past would suddenly appear in her sleep at night, waking her up in fright.

Perhaps this is the moment when the soul and conscience come into closest contact.

Chtholly wanted to repent, but unfortunately she had neither the right nor the ability to do so. She could only walk here, towards an even more uncertain future, to make a living.

If she keeps thinking about this idea, she will become even more confused.

Therefore, she has selectively shut these things out over the years.

It wasn't until later, when he used a pistol to kill the calamity monster, that he finally succeeded.

Although Chtholly's limbs are immobile under the control of the gods, her hands tremble physically.

Chtholly's hands trembled again.

This caught Furastan's attention, and he said with some curiosity:

"This future junior, do you think we're a bit too difficult to kill? If we mobilize all 47 villagers across 13 households, it will indeed be troublesome to kill them. We can go one household at a time. You don't need to worry about these people who have been possessed by the evil god rioting. If they riot, we can kill them slowly. We can control the other 12 households and let them come one by one."

Chtholly recalled seeing the village children playing in the sunset on her way to the village, and for a moment she felt a little lost.

They were indeed beings possessed by evil spirits.

So, what exactly happened?

After this final moment of hesitation.

Chtholly felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

The strange expression in Frastan's eyes grew even stranger.

"What's wrong? Even you, from the new era, are going to hold back against someone who has taken so many lives?"

This left Chtholly speechless.

She finally found a reason in her heart.

Once she resolves this issue, she can kill these people without any burden.

Even those possessed by demons are still human.

Chtholly vaguely felt a strange sensation rising within her, though she didn't know why.

Something just doesn't feel right about this world.

Something about their previous conversations just didn't feel right.

What exactly happened?

Everything makes perfect sense.

Everything is so true.

The hero's qualification left behind by the gods of the old era was bestowed upon Chtholly. The gods have fallen, and evil gods have taken on the role of gods in the new era.

Chtholly is tasked with overthrowing the gods and completing a grand feast.

She should now kill all the henchmen who are attached to the evil gods of the old era.

That unpleasant feeling always lingered in Chtholly's heart.

She always felt as if she had missed something, as if she had overlooked a clue.

Or rather, a lot of understanding and detail was missing during this period.

Chtholly felt there was something wrong with the logic.

In the end, it was Chtholly who remembered the painful years when she had killed people for money.

She didn't want to kill anymore, which caused her to hesitate so much.

That's what led her to have this strange, saintly heart.

These random, unfounded illusions or illogical overthinkings are probably the influence of Chtholly's past on her.

Perhaps Chtholly should be more decisive.

We realize that the past cannot be changed, but we know that the future can be pursued.

Chtholly revealed the blade of grass that had ultimately brought down her camel.

"But I haven't even reached the transcendent level yet; I've only just stepped in, possessing my own shadow line, currently etching the Wings of Miracles. How am I supposed to kill these villagers who have been bewitched by the evil god?"

Yali touched her red hair and looked at the gradually full moon in the sky without hesitation.

She said softly:

"These villagers, who have been bewitched by the evil god, probably don't possess magical abilities. You only need a sharp knife to kill them all."

"After all, this is your mission. We're just projections of the past, dragged here out of sheer boredom. We were already dead, buried in the ground, long since oblivious to the ways of the world. I never expected to be dragged out and whipped like this again. Wasn't it all because of our initial misjudgment?"

"I didn't expect the Silver Ship to continue to rub salt into our wounds. It's alright, do you have any sharp weapons?"

Chtholly felt as if these words had filled in all the logical loopholes in her previous statements.

For a moment, Chtholly felt that it was indeed her own saintly heart that was acting up.

She shook her head when she heard what Yalili said.

"I don't have any sharp weapons. Maybe I should borrow a kitchen knife from a villager's kitchen."

Frastan laughed heartily and drew a sword that emanated a chilling aura from his hand.

"This is a super-sharp sword that I formed by condensing water droplets in the air with the minuscule power I currently possess."

"The tip is a blade formed from the magical molecular cutting technology we discovered at the time, capable of cutting through iron like butter. That's about all we can do to help; any further intervention is futile. If you had this weapon, you should be able to easily kill all 47 villagers."