The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Um...Excuse me...Can I still call you Sunflower?"

Theresa lowered her head, her fingers twisted together unconsciously, her voice so soft that it almost sounded like she was talking to herself.

Her eyes wandered, as if looking for a suitable place to rest, but she didn't dare to look directly at the person in front of her.

After all, she already knew Sunflower's true identity, the legendary goddess.

Naturally, the names and attitudes can no longer be as casual as before.

"Of course, what else can you call me?" Sunflower smiled slightly.

Theresa breathed a sigh of relief, finally mustering the courage to ask, "Excuse me... Everyone says you've disappeared. Is that true?"

"After all, this is the path they chose, and I respect their choice."

Sunflower's smile paused slightly, and she sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and relief in her tone, but Theresa heard a hint of disappointment in it.

"In that case..."

Theresa frowned slightly, with a hint of reluctance and doubt in her tone, as if she wanted to continue asking questions.

However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Himawari.

"Um... could you please stop asking about my affairs? I'd feel bad too."

Himawari's voice was pleading, and her eyes revealed embarrassment and pain that was difficult to conceal.

Theresa was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

She had never imagined that one day she would see such an embarrassed expression on the face of a god.

There is a feeling that even though I have given so much, others still don't appreciate it and think that there is nothing wrong with what I have done.

After a brief silence, Theresa changed the subject.

"So, this thing called filth is actually a product used by the Goddess of Fire to destroy the world, right?"

All disputes and changes seem to be inextricably linked to filth.

"Do you know why no gods intervened?"

Theresa thought for a moment and tentatively answered, "Because it would violate the rules between you two?"

"Do not."

Sunflower shook her head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "But you still follow everyone's rules."

She paused, then continued, "Abundance follows rebirth, and the fire of karma burning and destroying this world can actually be considered a kind of nirvana. And this process, enjoying war, is also a judgment on this world. But I..."

At this point, Sunflower's voice gradually lowered, "Instead, he's the one who doesn't fit in."

Theresa was a little confused by what she heard: the rules between gods, the destruction and rebirth of the world, judgment and war.

All of this seemed to be woven into a huge net, and she was just an insignificant node in this net.

"So this is reasonable? Are you kidding me? The destruction of the world is actually a reasonable outcome."

Theresa was a little annoyed. Although gods were unreasonable, this was too exaggerated.

Sunflower did not respond, but just smiled helplessly.

"Then can you let me out? I want to leave this world."

This world does have endless beauty, but it is ultimately fake.

I have somewhat failed Black Hand's expectations, but it is precisely because of this that I am determined to leave this world.

"Of course I can, but... not right now."

Sunflower smiled and took out a piece of snow-white paper from his arms, then gently waved the light in his hand, turning it into a magical paintbrush.

"Not really? Does that mean I have to complete certain tasks or meet certain conditions in this world?"

It seems like when you encounter an illusion, isn't that how it is broken?

"Your consciousness is here, so where would the child's consciousness be?"

As Sunflower spoke, she used a golden brush to carefully depict something on the paper. The tip of the brush moved across the paper, leaving behind flickering golden rays of light.

"Here I am...and that dark hand has taken over my body?"

Theresa had some bad thoughts.

"Oh no! Black Hand is definitely up to something... She... She's not going to do anything stupid! There are so many people at the border."

"Don't worry, she's not filthy anymore. Let her have some fun."

Himawari's voice remained calm, seeing through Theresa's worry.

She gently put down her paintbrush, picked up the painting she had just finished, and turned to Theresa.

"In other words, everything she does is up to her own decision. Before that, shall we get to know her better?"

Theresa's eyes fell on the painting in Sunflower's hand. The painting showed the back of a girl standing alone in a barren land, surrounded by a gray sky and withered trees.

The back figure looked so lonely, with only a little light flashing in the hand.

"Because... no one will care about her anymore."

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the painting, and Theresa felt her consciousness being pulled by a powerful force.

The vision began to blur and the surrounding scene changed rapidly, as if passing through countless layers of space.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a strange world.

"Where is this...?"

There is no sunshine, no sky, only endless darkness and floating debris.

She stood in the void, and the silence was eerie.

A dream within a dream, right?

She heard a faint sound in the distance, like someone crying.

Following the sound, I gradually saw a blurry figure.

It was a little girl, curled up on the ground, hugging herself tightly with her hands.

Theresa suddenly recalled something, which was the scene she had dreamed of at the beginning.

A girl was crying, crying silently.

"Um... stop crying, okay?"

Theresa said softly, she slowly stretched out her hand and drew a sunflower in her palm.

"Look, this is your favorite sunflower. Come, let's go out together."

At this moment, the black void beneath Theresa's feet, which had been as calm as ink, suddenly began to roll violently, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a surging black tide.

The black tide quickly condensed into a huge whirlpool, and before Theresa could react, she was suddenly sucked into it by this powerful force.

In an instant, she disappeared into the depths.

Yes, I opened my eyes at that time.

The one holding her in her arms... was her sister.

Is this a memory?

Theresa felt the surge of the water, and the tide, carrying memories, flowed through her body.

The tide continued to flow, carrying more fragments of memory, and scenes flashed through Theresa's mind.

......

The once beautiful face was being mercilessly burned by the raging fire.

Blood continued to seep out from the places licked by the flames, mixing with the blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"elder sister......"

Theresa spoke weakly, but her mouth suddenly felt moist.

The survival instinct thought it was water, so it sucked it as greedily as possible.

In fact, it was not water at all, but bright red blood.

It's my sister's blood. She is feeding me blood to drink.

"don't want......"

Theresa weakly raised her hand, trying to remove Himawari's fingers from her.

She knew clearly that it was her sister who saved her.

At the same time, she also understood that there must be a reason why her sister did not take action, and her accident shattered her sister's plan.

Feelings of self-blame surged in my heart, and tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, mixing with the blood on my face and sliding down my cheeks.

This was the last time I saw my sister.

From then on, her concept of time became blurred.

There were still whispering sounds in my mind, and sometimes I could see other images.

At this time, she also knew.

The monster that merged into his body was called filth.