The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Becoming a new god? Ha..."

Theresa's lips curled up slightly, and her golden pupils reflected the flames burning on the other side's skirt.

The tone was light, as if he was talking about today's weather rather than a decision about fate.

"Or perhaps becoming a god is indeed the best solution."

She raised her hand and lightly touched a flying fire butterfly with her fingertips. The flame stayed on her skin for a short time and then turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

"After all, everyone wants to create a god and gain a foothold in the world."

"Yes, white-haired sister."

The voice from the other side was as sweet as if it was soaked in honey, yet it also carried a certain morbid fanaticism.

She spun lightly, and her flaming skirt opened up like petals, sparks flying everywhere, drawing a brilliant trail in the dim alley.

"You can't escape, nor can you refuse. The moment you possess the product within you, the moment you swallow the fire, the trajectory of your destiny has been unknowingly arranged."

She suddenly moved closer, her pale face almost touching Theresa's nose, and her mouth curled into an exaggerated arc.

"You are the only one who knows the condition of your body best, right?"

Theresa's eyelashes trembled slightly, but her expression remained calm.

Higan took a step back, opened her arms, and countless fire butterflies emerged from her cuffs and skirt, dancing around Theresa. The blazing light reflected on her white hair, as if weaving a burning crown for her.

"We will continue to offer you the flame—this noble flame will be the key to your ascension to the throne of God."

Her voice gradually deepened, carrying with it a fanaticism that bordered on reverence. "And you, will eventually become our... new God."

Theresa stared at the girl in front of her quietly, a flame flickering in the depths of her golden eyes.

The temperature in the alley was still rising, tiny sparks seeped out from the gaps between the bricks and stones, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.

The hustle and bustle of the distant market had long been isolated, and at this moment it seemed as if only the two of them were left in the world.

"Yeah."

Theresa's voice was soft, her pupils slightly constricted, reflecting the burning figure on the other side.

The girl was offering herself to her in an almost fanatical manner.

"You are also someone favored by the gods."

Theresa slowly raised her hand and lightly stroked her fingertips across Bi'an's cheek. The flames trembled slightly under her touch, but did not burn her at all.

"Why... don't you want to possess this flame?"

The other side smiled.

That smile was both innocent and crazy, like a martyr who had seen through everything, or a believer who was willing to fall into the abyss.

She tilted her head back slightly, letting Theresa's fingertips rest on the side of her neck.

"As a mortal... I am only worthy of admiration. Therefore, I hope... you will eat me."

Flames surged on the hem of her skirt and fire butterflies fluttered.

She took a step forward, almost leaning into Theresa's arms.

"Let me...be part of the flame."

The temperature in the alley seemed to freeze at this moment, even the flying fire butterflies were suspended in mid-air.

"What a twisted faith."

Theresa's fingers suddenly tightened, her fingertips digging into the pale neck of the other side.

The burning touch spread from her palm, but she showed no sign of letting go. Instead, she slowly increased her strength.

"Sure enough, your brains have been burned by fire..."

Her voice was filled with cold sarcasm.

"My brain is just like flowing magma."

"so......"

The other side's voice was broken by the pressure, but it was filled with strange joy. "We will hold a grand ceremony for you..."

Theresa's brows knitted slightly.

At this moment, the body of the other side suddenly fell apart in her hands.

Instead of turning into ashes, it exploded into countless burning fire butterflies.

"You must... accept our offering."

The voices from the other side came from all directions, with distorted echoes.

Theresa stood there, the burning sensation still lingering on her palms.

“It’s so annoying…”

Theresa looked at the sky where the fire butterflies had dissipated, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the remaining burn marks.

"Obviously I still have things to do next."

Nirvana and rebirth.

From a certain perspective, the themes of the Goddess of Fire and the Goddess of Fertility are so similar.

One burns away decay with flames, the other gives birth to new life with grace.

Destruction and creation are two sides of the same coin.

"No wonder they chose a country that worships the goddess of abundance. Perhaps being unhappy can actually give this country a chance to start anew."

The church bells in the distance rang slowly, startling a flock of white doves.

Theresa looked at the birds flapping their wings and flying into the clear sky, and sighed as if she suddenly understood something.

"Ah...now I finally understand."

She turned and left the path, her white hair shining like golden fragments in the sunlight.

"Why are all the churches so keen on creating gods? It seems the Church of Light truly needs a god behind the scenes to look after them."

Theresa was planning to return to the guild and lie down with Shanbai's dessert when a familiar noise suddenly came from the corner of the street.

"Wow! The real little Tracy!"

Bahrain's signature loud voice pierced the entire street, attracting the attention of several passers-by.

"When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?"

Ruijin followed behind, and the two walked towards her one in front and one behind.

"Just arrived last night."

Theresa's lips curled up unconsciously, and even her voice became a little lighter. "I was just worried that I didn't see you drinking at the guild."

"Wait...you're not stuttering anymore? Oh my goodness!"

Ruijin circled around Theresa. "I heard you went somewhere else. Not only did you cure your stutter, but you also got this incredibly cool outfit?"

His fingers were already restlessly poking at the holes in Theresa's windbreaker, the cracks that were still slightly burning at the edges.

“The world is so big, there is always a place with unique wonders.”

Theresa had a faint smile on her lips, and the flames at the hole in her windbreaker suddenly shot up a few degrees, scaring Ruijin so much that he suddenly retracted his hand.

"Haha, this dress is really cool!" Ruijin rubbed his fingers, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Balin, who was always noisy, stared at Theresa's windbreaker.

Theresa lowered her eyes. She should have thought of it earlier.

"That little Tracy...your dress...looks familiar to me."

"Ah."

Theresa looked directly into Balin's eyes and said in a soft but clear voice, "Not only do you look familiar, you also know the owner of this dress."

She paused for a moment, letting the answer that was about to come out ferment in the air.

"It's just what you think."

Balin's entire body began to tremble visibly.

"Is it really my master?! Little Tracy, have you met my master? Did she accept you as her apprentice? Is she still as powerful as the legend says? I haven't seen her for a long time."

Theresa looked into Balin's shining eyes, which were filled with so many familiar emotions.

Longing, admiration, and almost devout yearning.

Once upon a time, she also looked at that person's back like this.

"Yeah, Strelitzia is really amazing. She's someone who can face a god."

"Is she okay then?"

Theresa was silent for a moment in response to this question, but she finally raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"Maybe she'll come back to us someday."

"Haha, that's great. When I first met Master, he was shorter than you. I wonder how he is now."

Balin immediately put his arm around Theresa.

"Let's go, the three of us should go have a drink and a meal!"