The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Theresa stood in the center of the blazing fire, letting the sparks flit across her brow like red butterflies.

The office's pillars collapsed behind her, and she suddenly laughed out loud amid the rain of fire.

There was an unprecedented clarity and relief in that laughter.

"This world... has never been beautiful."

The flames illuminated half of her face, making it feel a little warm.

She always said that she wanted to make the imperfect world perfect.

But why?

Why should others enjoy the world she brings.

Are they armless, legless, or brainless?

She can obviously cry, laugh, and get angry.

"Ultimately... this world is just too comfortable."

Theresa's excitement slowly subsided.

"It's time for everyone...to truly learn to fight for happiness."

The flames continued to burn, and the golden pupils reflected the dancing flames, but the eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

The anger, resentment and sadness that once surged up have now settled into a kind of indifference that is almost divine.

but......

"Puff puff--!"

Several pitch-black tentacles suddenly shot out from behind her, desperately slapping the surrounding flames like clumsy children.

The tentacles sizzled from the high temperature, but they still stubbornly repeated the futile actions.

"What are you doing."

Theresa tilted her head slightly, watching Black Hand's funny and clumsy behavior.

As long as she keeps her mind on it, the black hand will not be able to extinguish it no matter how hard it tries.

The black hand did not answer. The twisting tentacles only slapped the flames even harder. The smell of burning filled the air, but it could not cover up something purer.

It supports every crazy decision made by my sister and tolerates every willful outburst of hers.

But if someone wants to destroy the light in my sister's heart, it will never agree.

"enough."

Theresa whispered, running her hand over a charred tentacle.

The black hand immediately wrapped around her wrist tenderly, rubbing it gently like a fawning child.

"Since it's always so-called fate, let's see what kind of outcome this fire...will bring."

Fate always urges her to act, so this time she will take the initiative to choose her fate and see what is going on.

When the Dakong Office was half burned down...

"Boom!"

A deafening thunder exploded without warning, and the entire night sky seemed to be torn apart.

Theresa looked up and saw that the sky, which was once filled with stars, had suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, heavy rain poured down.

The rain fell for no reason, almost violently.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the burning ruins, making a hissing sound and steaming up a white mist.

Theresa stood there, letting the cold rain wet her white hair and flow down her neck into her collar.

"Really..." Theresa raised her face and let the cold rain hit her face, "Do you want me to cry?"

The rain slid down the corners of her eyes, mixed with the undried ashes, leaving winding traces on her cheeks.

From a distance, it looked like a stubborn child finally shed the tears he had been holding back for so long.

"I want to cry so much..." Her voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the sound of rain. "I really want to find a place... to have a good sleep..."

At this moment, the only sound left in the ruins was the sound of raindrops hitting charred wood, like a discordant requiem.

She suddenly laughed, and her laughter was colder than the rain.

Turning and walking deeper into the ruins, Theresa found a relatively flat open space.

She fell straight down like a puppet with its strings cut, and a small splash of water came into contact with the wet ground.

The rain quickly soaked her clothes, but she just lay there, half-closed her eyes and looked at the gray sky.

Raindrops fell into her golden pupils and then overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

Faint thunder could be heard in the distance, like a sigh for someone.

Theresa slowly raised her hand, trying to grab something, but ended up catching only a handful of cold rainwater.

"That's it..."

Her arms drooped limply, and her breathing gradually became long and slow, as if she was really about to fall into a deep sleep in this ruin that buried the past.

"This always feels a bit nostalgic... It's like I've experienced it somewhere before."

The rain was getting heavier, and the cold rain had soaked half of her white hair.

Theresa unconsciously curled up into a ball.

The heavy rain pounded on her exposed skin, causing a slight stinging sensation, making it impossible for her to find a comfortable position to fall asleep.

"Crack——!"

A crisp sound was particularly piercing amidst the sound of rain. The beam, completely consumed by the flames, finally gave way and fell from its height.

The charred wood block spun and smashed towards Theresa's head, leaving a hideous trail in the rain.

At the same time, the magic wand that she had casually discarded was stuck diagonally on a protruding stone.

When another burning piece of wood hit the end of the magic stick, the weathered weapon suddenly made a faint buzzing sound and spun into the air under the reaction force.

Time seems to become sticky at this moment...

The falling plaque of the Dakong Office and the flying divine light stick briefly intersected in the air, colliding with a crisp sound.

When they finally landed, they miraculously formed a tilted triangular space.

The broken sign leaned against the magic wand, like a simple eaves, just enough to shield Theresa from the pouring rain and falling wood.

The sound of raindrops hitting the plaque became dull and distant.

This makeshift shelter, built by chance, was pitifully rudimentary.

The broken plaque leaned against the magic stick, and rainwater continued to seep through the gaps.

The black hand quietly spread out, wrapped around the joints between the divine light stick and the plaque, and filled every gap carefully.

The sound of rain suddenly became distant.

Theresa's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In the blurred vision, the divine light stick was emitting a faint golden glow, leaning against the plaque above.

"Daisora ​​Office..."

Theresa uttered these words subconsciously, and her body stretched out unconsciously.

In this small space built of ruins, the roar of the rainstorm and the crisp sound of breaking wood seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass.

When my fingertips touched the words, I felt an incredible warmth, and the concave and convex words appeared particularly clear under my fingertips.

The tentacles in the darkness tightened slightly, transferring more heat to the text.

In this safe haven built by coincidence and protection.

Theresa's breathing gradually became steady, and her eyes slowly closed.

This time, she wants to have a good sleep.

No matter what time she sleeps, she will wake up naturally.

The flames did not burn down the Dakong Office, but only burned half of it.