The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

In the bottomless, mysterious and silent water, the black hand tightly grasps the memories that are deeply suppressed in the heart.

Amidst the darkness and confusion, a bright light stirred up waves and illuminated the water surface.

This action, like the invaluable amulet, gently soothed the wounded heart.

The water surface returned to calm, leaving Theresa alone, stunned.

It turns out that the filth eaten by Clover was actually the body split from Black Hand.

So the grass was really lucky, it ate part of the black hand's body.

Then, in the process of arguing with Xuelian, Black Hand accidentally ate back the filth that had been split off that year, and those dusty memories also returned together.

“I should have thought of this earlier…” Theresa murmured softly.

If this were not the case, how could Blackhand have memories of fighting Strelitzia, made complete by Clover's return.

And when Clover was devoured by the Black Hand, her existence gradually became complete.

The owner of the painting was none other than Clover.

So, when Black Hand devoured Clover, they finally met.

Sunflower once said that as long as the painting was handed over to its owner, the black hand would be able to find her.

Now, the subconscious delivery of the painting has been completed, and the black hand has gradually begun to wake up.

The sunflower was the amulet that transformed into a heart and pierced into the brain of the three-headed demon.

Theresa finally understood why she looked so similar to a sunflower.

This is Black Hand's subconscious fantasy, her deep obsession and desire for sunflower.

The black hand unconsciously shaped himself into the appearance of a sunflower, as if this would allow him to get closer to her, closer to the light that once was.

The painting was finally delivered, and Clover successfully brought the Black Hand to her.

As the "sister", Theresa is now standing at the crossroads of fate.

Her existence is both the obsession of the Black Hand and the continuation of the Sunflower.

So the amulet used to fight filth is also part of the Sunflower Project?

The answer is yes.

Sunflower knows that she doesn't have enough time. Since you want to save the world by yourselves, then go ahead and do it.

Her light is both salvation and guidance.

The reason why Blackhand can accept the power of the amulet is because she has the blood of Sunflower flowing in her body.

The Church uses amulets to fight against filth, and also allows Black Hand to accurately find every presence of filth.

Her actions seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and the other end of the thread was the will of the sunflower.

Because of the redemptive light of the sunflower, Black Hand has been able to keep working hard until now.

It is because of the hard work of the Black Hand that Theresa exists.

Because of Theresa's existence, the story of Sunflower can continue.

All of this is intertwined to form a complete closed loop.

"Is this the answer? The answer to everything. It's really... really..."

Theresa's voice trembled slightly as she tried to suppress the emotions surging within her.

She recalled the pain of her first time entering total darkness.

That was not the end, but the awakening of the Black Hand.

She remembered herself crying silently in the dark cave.

At that time, she was lonely and helpless.

Blackhand comforted her in her own unique way, and took Theresa to the top of the mountain to watch the rising sun casting its light on the earth.

Theresa now understood that the reason Black Hand took her to see the sunrise was because she herself had been trapped in a cave and missed the sun's rays.

That was the regret in her heart, and also her wish to make up for it.

“Those who are born facing the sun should stand under the bright sun.”

Those words Himawari had spoken echoed in Thearesia's mind.

She finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

Whether it is Sunflower, Black Hand, Clover, or herself, or Xuelian and everyone in Dakong Office, they are all chasing after the light.

They may have been trapped in darkness, but they never gave up their desire for light.

Now this force is no longer commensurate with light and darkness.

“It turns out that this is the answer to everything.”

She is the light in the darkness, the hope in the despair, and the bridge connecting the past and the future.

Theresa looked up, and the space began to brighten.

If nothing unexpected happens...the sun is going to come out.

That means tomorrow is here.

"Well, do you understand anything now?"

Himawari stood on tiptoe and waved her little hands in front of Theresa's face, trying to get her attention.

"Yeah...I know everything."

Theresa whispered in response, reaching out to hold Himawari's waving hand.

Those hands were soft and warm, yet they stirred a complex emotion in Theresa's heart.

"I'm sorry that you've suffered."

There was a hint of apology in Himawari's tone, and her eyes dropped slightly, as if she didn't dare to look Theresa in the eye.

"Whether the world prospers or perishes in the future is up to you. You will inherit my..."

Before she could finish her words, Theresa suddenly pushed her against the wall, put her hands on her shoulders, and her eyes were filled with long-suppressed emotions.

"Inheriting something...power? I've never pursued that. To be honest, that's not what I want."

Theresa's voice trembled slightly, tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Her eyes were red and her gaze was fixed on Sunflower's face, as if she wanted to see through her heart.

"The way you speak makes me feel a little unfamiliar with the sunflower they're talking about. Can you call the sunflower out and talk to me?"

Theresa's tone was questioning, even a little aggressive.

"I...I am Sunflower."

Himawari was pressed against the wall, momentarily flustered, and looked at Theresa bewilderedly.

"Yes, but you are now the sunflower of the Goddess of Light, not just an ordinary sunflower."

Theresa's voice was low and bitter.

"You're like a bad person who leaves romantic feelings everywhere but doesn't take responsibility. What I'm going to say next is just some of my complaints and my personal emotions, not a criticism of you."

She took a deep breath, wanting to pour out all the emotions that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.

"You leave a light everywhere, giving others hope and salvation, and then you sacrifice yourself for the sake of justice. You think it's great to sacrifice yourself to save the world, right?"

Her speech became faster and faster, her voice filled with suppressed anger and sadness.

"What do the people you saved think? It was because of you that Black Hand carried the burden until now! Clover wanted to heal you until her death because of you! Snow Lotus rebelled against the Goddess of Judgment because of you. Strelitzia constantly trained herself because of you, and thus led everyone to conquer the borderland. Your parents and your brother will live in eternal sorrow because of you."

Theresa's voice gradually choked, tears finally falling from her eyes. Her shoulders trembled slightly, suppressing the pain deep within her heart.

There are many people like me who have been redeemed by sunflowers, including everyone in Hiyori City, people who own sunflower paintings, and ordinary people like Leola.

"You gave them hope, yet left them alone. You thought your sacrifice was great, but have you ever thought about the pain those you saved endured while carrying your light?"

Sunflower was stunned, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Theresa loosened her grip, took a step back, lowered her head, and her voice became weak and tired.

"I just... I just hope you can understand that your light is not only salvation, but also a responsibility. And yet you chose to face it alone. You are clearly not the only one behind you."

There was silence in the air, as if time had stood still.

Himawari looked at Theresa, a hint of guilt and understanding gradually emerging in her eyes.

"Perhaps... you're right. I never imagined that my light would be such a burden to you."

Theresa raised her head and looked at the sunflower, tears still glistening in her eyes.

"I don't need an apology from you... You did a great job, you saved the world. If you must apologize to me, then cry it out!"

Theresa's voice was choked with sobs, and her hands gently pinched Himawari's cheeks, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Her smile was bitter, but her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Gods don't cry, but sunflowers do. You must be feeling very sad when you decide to leave."

This sentence was like a key, gently opening the tightly closed door in Sunflower's heart.

The corners of her eyes trembled slightly, and a crystal teardrop quietly slid down her cheek and dripped onto the ground, splashing a silent ripple.

Sunflower knew it from the moment she left that night.

Obviously all the goddesses have acquiesced to that ending, so why do I have to stand up and stop it?

Because she loves this world and everyone in it.

She loves making friends, trying things she has never done before, and seeing the smiles on people's faces.

However, when she really decided to leave, her heart was filled with regret.

She once thought that as long as she gave her all and as long as she alone bore all the costs, everyone would think that what she did was right.

She thought she could face everything alone, without anyone intervening or sharing her pain.

But...this feeling is really uncomfortable.

I am a god, so why would I be anxious about these emotions?

It wasn't until the last moment that she truly understood.

In the end, people have to work hard, fight for and protect their own world.

So, she chose to let go.

The body turned into countless points of light, scattered throughout the world like stars.

Every ray of light represents her attachment and blessing to this world.

Perhaps, this is human emotion.