"It's all you who made me like this."

He is obviously a weirdo.

He appears in his castle without authorization and wants to commit suicide if he disagrees with her.

It can be seen at a glance that he is not a mortal, but not like a god, like a special existence somewhere in between.

Alice admitted that these special places piqued her interest.

She was a little curious about his secrets and wanted to find out the secrets quietly.

If there is no more contact and connection, their relationship will stop here and there will be no more communication.

However, what Alice couldn't understand was that he, who was still depressed before, suddenly returned to normal immediately after communicating with others, and he no longer looked depressed or collapsed.

Moreover, he also mastered the secrets of his body, transforming from a weak mortal with no strength to a powerful being comparable to a god.

To be honest, Alice felt a little regretful the moment he showed his strength.

In the end, even Alice, who had originally made up her mind to just watch them from the sidelines, was changed unknowingly.

She actually cares more about these than love and love.

In Alice's eyes, their souls shine like gems.

Although they are not yet companions, they can at least be considered acquaintances walking together on the road.

Like a fleeting meteor, dazzling and short-lived.

The almost humble prayer before, could it really be me?

In the past, would I have asked like this for others?

Close to God but not God, close to human beings but not human beings, a lonely existence.

But in the end, Alice could only admit one fact - these people did nothing.

Just when Alice was about to pay a certain price to drive the other party away, the other party unexpectedly had no intention of fighting and instead made a request.

She did not intervene in the bumps along the way, but just watched silently.

She has never tried love and is not very interested.

Will the Prophetic Society, which has lost its prophet, still be the same Prophetic Society as before?

They obviously have little power, but they are not afraid of death and are always ready to sacrifice everything for their ideals.

But, from the bottom of her heart, she didn't want him to die.

But unlike other cases, the "god" in their hearts rejected this gift, only circulated it once and then gave it to them again, and it came back to them with more than what was given.

"His request is itself a trap."

There is no deception, no deception, they are just being themselves.

This is something Alice absolutely does not want to see, especially when the calculation of the warp has reached an advanced stage and it will take several decades to leave this chaotic place.

Losing money and avoiding disaster was Alice's idea at the time.

Because of my ignorance at the time, it was precisely because I agreed to that "little" request that I ended up where I am now.

He and his followers are using their own methods to take back the world that belongs to them from the hands of the gods.

Simply help them and then kick them out, or simply be passive and let them fend for themselves.

The more people are involved, the harder it is to let go.

She knows their names, their ideals, their interpersonal relationships, has felt their joys and sorrows, and has seen their joys and sorrows.

However, Alice made a mistake.

"Ah...so that's it."

"A small request...heh."

But it was precisely because they had done nothing that this purity really attracted her.

Just by following him, Alice felt her eyes being drawn involuntarily, and finally she saw a pair of gentle eyes.

As for the rest...

After all, the source of real change is actually in that person.

Under original circumstances, this brilliant will would be actively guided and eventually flow to the gods, becoming the nourishment for their continued growth.

Is this an acting skill that makes her fooled? Alice has also thought about it and tried it secretly.

I don't know when Alice suddenly realized something.

But she still remained rational and did not give up.

Alice didn't know, and she didn't intend to find out.

Without spiritual support, will the Prophetic Society fall apart?

Will the struggle of mortals completely lose hope?

"At that time, I really didn't intend to get involved too deeply."

She didn't know the true nature of this emotion.

Because in that case, the world would be too boring.

In the silent room, Alice in the crystal will curl up and look up at the sky.

Mortals are dying helplessly, without even the strength to struggle.

They are changing the world step by step.

But by the time she reacted, it was already too late.

The emotions between people are not only love, but also many other relationships.

She began to care about the life and death of these mortals, curious about whether they could succeed, and even...felt a touch of sadness for their deaths.

God loves the world, and the world loves God.

This kind of relationship is normal, but it is a pity that in this world, only one non-God prophet has achieved this.

It is difficult for outside attacks to cause damage to Sky City, but when the opponent is inside the city, it is a different situation.

snort!

"I have to let him tell me personally!"

A trap that she could fall into silently.

Alice feels that she doesn't look like herself anymore...

To be honest, Alice couldn't tell how she felt about Ning Feng.

She underestimated the extent of her own softness, and even more so, the infectious power of that group of people.

The interior of the defense is much more fragile than the outside. If it is not dealt with carefully, it may cause huge damage.

No.

"He didn't even tell me his name."

Gradually, to her, they were no longer a group of insignificant mortals.

After muttering again, Alice, who sat hugging her knees, let out a long sigh.

Blood, life, soul...as long as it is for their ideals, there is nothing they cannot sacrifice.

The gods are suspicious of each other and constantly fighting.

"If I had refused..."

Alice still has to leave this world.

and……

A prophet who carries countless souls alone.

Work hard, struggle, and die for your ideals. The predecessors have fallen and the descendants will continue.

That young and outrageous prophet.

Although he rejected the throne of God and never called himself a god, what this prophet did was more like a qualified god than those gods who only know how to fight.

That's why she didn't want to let the residents chant that word of thanks. She didn't want to deepen her connection with the world.

Everyone has a strong will beyond common sense.

Could this emotion be love?

Looking at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, her lips moved, and finally she spoke the truth hidden in her heart.

"I must come back."

Come back alive, and then...

I'll wait for you to tell me personally.

The closer we get to the end, the more difficult this plot becomes to write.
Chapter completed!