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"I advise you not to do that."

A cold, indifferent voice sounded from behind. Jian Zi froze and slowly turned around.

Suddenly, a woman appeared behind him. She had beautiful long white hair, her eyes were closed, and her features were delicate and refined. Her black battle robe covered her curvaceous figure, revealing only the organs that symbolized motherhood.

"So big..." Jianzi secretly compared it to himself, and realized it was an insurmountable gap.

The woman seemed oblivious to Jianzi's actions and continued speaking as if nothing had happened:

"According to the unwritten rules among adventurers, if you encounter the corpse of a fellow adventurer in the dungeon, you should bring it back to the surface if you are able to do so, and if you are not, you should not covet the weapons of others."

"This will earn you the contempt of all adventurers."

Seeing that Zi shrank back, the other person's aura was very strong, as if it were a matter of course to reprimand him.

"Hmph, what am I doing... there's been a lot more noise."

The woman sighed, then slowly floated above the grave, looking down at the cenotaph containing only relics.

Her expression showed some resentment.

"It's flying, it's flying!"

Seeing this, Zi was startled, her pupils dilated, and she immediately covered her mouth before she could even speak. Her experience in the everyday world was constantly warning her.

The guy in front of me is definitely a real ghost!

"Ok?"

The woman's keen senses detected the abnormality. She slowly turned her head and opened her eyes, which had been closed the whole time.

Her eyes were beautiful; her heterochromatic pupils, one green and one gray, seemed to see through everything as she gazed intently at Miko.

"Can you see me?"

Waaaaah, wow.

Seeing that her whole body was frozen, fortunately, she was "experienced" with this kind of incident, and she grinned, saying in a trembling voice:

"Wow—the leaves are flying! Where the leaves dance, the fire burns ever brighter..."

Whoaahhhhh, what am I saying?

The woman slowly descended, her delicate face drawing closer: "Can you see me?"

"Fire, the firelight illuminates the village..."

I can't see, I can't see...

Seeing that Zi was covered in cold sweat, he turned around awkwardly and slowly: "Ah, it's already this late. I was supposed to meet my companions, and I'm going to be late."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and left.

The woman crossed her arms and said calmly, "The frequency of your muscle twitching and your bodily responses are telling me you're very scared. Is it because of me?"

"Is it because I, this departed spirit, have become your 'noise'?"

She sighed:

"I hate unnecessary 'noise.' So, answer me. You can see me, right?"

Oh wow.

Jianzi's steps suddenly froze.

Chapter 97 The Soul That Refuses to Return to Heaven

Rivera, on the outskirts of town, beside a quiet lake in the woods.

What to do, what to do, what to do!

It was discovered!

Seeing that Zi's whole body was stiff, his foot, which had taken half a step, was suspended in mid-air.

What will happen if we get caught?

A beautiful girl suddenly turns into an old witch? Or perhaps, she suddenly grows eight heads?

Seeing that Zi's mind was completely blank, she had never tried this option before. If she had a choice, she would not choose to go and see a cemetery.

Her heart was trembling violently...

"Didn't they say that ghosts don't exist in this world? That everyone peacefully returns to the heavens, cleanses themselves, and is reincarnated? So, what's going on now?"

The woman looked at Jianzi, who had stopped, closed her eyes, and smiled faintly:

“I thought there was no one left to talk to. The lower realm is truly full of unknowns, and there are children like you.”

"Yes Yes……"

Seeing Zi land, he slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on the spirit body floating in the air, his neck stiff, and he stubbornly said:

"I... I can see it, so what?!"

Seeing that Zi had drawn a dagger, with a "come here" expression on his face, he imitated a character from a comic book and said:

"Before my eyes, anything alive, even a god, I will kill it right before your eyes!"

She suddenly remembered that this place seemed to be a "game," and she was also a spirit. Everyone was a ghost, so who was afraid of whom?

The woman's soul descended, and she stood beside Miko, slowly extending her hand: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Jianzi stared intently at the woman, watching her hand slowly approach and finally pass through his body...

"No, nothing's wrong?"

"I can't touch you; it's the chasm between the living and the dead. To be honest, I'm quite surprised that you can see me."

The woman turned around, walked to the grave, and calmly said:

"Would you like to listen to a 'dead spirit' vent a little? Even if it's just 'noise'."

Seeing the woman's retreating figure, Jianzi's anxious heart gradually calmed down.

At least, at least it's not one of those monsters with eight legs and ten faces...

Jianzi slowly stepped forward, came to the woman's side, looked down at the grave mound, and asked, "Are you the owner of this grave?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

The woman's eyes held a hint of helplessness as she spoke in a disappointed tone:

"Because I was unwilling to accept it. If I had to say, it was the owner of these weapons buried here who killed me."

"what?"

The person who saw the child was numb.

"Hmph, nothing much, just some embarrassing memories. Looking back now, they're all just 'noise.'" The woman reminisced for a moment, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Alfia, have you heard of this name?"

He saw that Zi shook his head.

"Is that so? The name 'Silence' is now 'a thing of the past.' As I've become 'Absolute Evil' (the stepping stone), I don't even deserve to leave a name behind."

Alfia looked up at the ceiling and muttered to herself:

"I envy Charles a little. At least there is someone in this world who can remember him."

Seeing the former hero's desolation and helplessness, he took the initiative to speak:

Can you tell us your story?

"If you don't find it noisy, I won't mind telling you."

Alfia stood there with her hands behind her back, silently recounting her life.

From suffering from illness to becoming a talented monster, from a novice adventurer to a spirited participant in two major world quests.

Ultimately, they couldn't escape talking about how, for the sake of the world, they became "absolute evil" and brought an unprecedented "seven days of death" to the labyrinth city.

That's the story of a hero who once fought against the three great quests, joined the dark faction, and attempted to destroy the entire Orario, completely releasing the monsters sealed underground.

After explaining all this, the magic stone lamps on the ceiling of the maze gradually went out, entering "night" mode.

Alfia finally breathed a deep sigh of relief:

"These things, coming from my mouth, inevitably seem like an attempt to excuse myself, but undeniably, I am not a 'hero,' but rather 'absolute evil' that has brought death to countless people."

Regarding this…

"I don't know how to evaluate you, but I can say for sure that Miss Alfia is definitely not a bad person," Miko said confidently.

"Yeah."

Alfia touched the weapon stuck in the mound of earth. He said calmly:

"In terms of consequences, I did indeed do the wrong thing."

"The only survivor, four years have passed, and he hasn't grown at all."