The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"You heartless girl, your first words were about not dying handsomely enough?!"

Akzan's voice exploded in the chaos, carrying a bit of gnashing annoyance, but also a hint of long-lost ease.

Yes, dead.

He looked down at himself. He was no longer the body that had been eaten away by filth and was in tatters. Instead, he was complete and in his former self.

The left arm was still there, there was no horrible cut on the shoulder, and even the clothes were clean as new, as if the bloody battle had never happened.

Perhaps, in this special environment, they can finally meet each other in their true selves.

Akzan simply sat down cross-legged, his movements as casual as if he was back in the afternoon in a tavern.

Although everyone is dead, theoretically there should be no feeling of fatigue, but the brutality of the battle just now is still imprinted deep in the soul, and the mental fatigue is lingering.

"Can you at least ask me if it hurts first?"

Akzan muttered, raised his eyes to look at the figure opposite him, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"And yet you start by complaining about my ugly death?"

Theresa looked at the chattering and noisy figure in front of her and pursed her lips.

Her expression remained calm, but a slight ripple flashed in her golden eyes.

"You're not the best adventurer. You look like you died without showing anything."

"What do you mean by no performance?"

Akzan jumped up and raised his hand as if to hit her hard.

"Sometimes...some things can't be decided solely by...battle results!"

The knife still hit Theresa's head, neither light nor heavy, with the familiar annoyance and helplessness.

"And...you're comparing me to that Strelitzia thing? How the hell can they even be compared? You should figure out the difference yourself, right?"

Theresa blinked, as if genuinely considering the discrepancy.

She reached out and gently removed Akzhan's hand from her head, her movements natural and familiar.

"Helix...Lan...is she here?"

"Yeah! And that girl Xuelian also dragged herself over here."

Akzhan's voice suddenly stopped, as if choked by something.

"Don't you... know what's going on outside?"

"I......"

Theresa nodded.

“Only those who are in pain can understand the essence of things, and only those who are in confusion can understand the truth of things.”

The seemingly calm Theresa before him was actually even more shattered than the filth-swallowed self on the battlefield.

"Oh...so that three-headed dragon king outside is all its true intention?"

"Don't listen, don't watch, don't do. This is the last kindness I give to the black hand."

Akzan wanted to question, but finally just let go of his hand dejectedly.

To be honest, he had no qualifications to educate her.

"Then you can't see, and you're awake, but you refuse to come out. What kind of result do you want?"

Akzan stared at Theresa with a burning gaze, as if he wanted to penetrate her calm appearance and reach the truth that was buried layer by layer.

After much thought, he decided to ask the most crucial question.

"What on earth are you waiting for?"

"The best outcome is that you can see me."

Theresa replied.

"Black Hand has made his choice."

If it is really so easy to sneak into the most critical part, then all three heads would be in vain.

In other words...Akjan's entry was tacitly approved by Black Hand.

"Really? Then I'll be relieved."

Akzan's shoulders suddenly relaxed and he grinned, as if the solemnity just now had never existed.

"I was saying, if the world were destroyed and you were the only ones left, how boring would that be?"

His laughter echoed in the empty space, but it was met with Theresa's silence.

The air suddenly froze, Akzhan's smile froze on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

"Uh...was this also within your expectations?"

"You could say that."

After all, she would replay everything in her mind thousands of times before doing it.

She knows better than anyone the risks of letting the evil hand out.

"If the world is destroyed, I will wait with Black Hand until a new world emerges."

No one considered Black Hand's feelings, so it was up to her.

"Sounds a bit ridiculous? It is. After all, there is no reason for us to save the world."

Theresa's tone was eerily calm, as if she were discussing tomorrow's weather.

"I understand the logic, but I always feel like there's something weird about you."

Akzan narrowed his eyes and slowly paced around Theresa.

The soles of his boots made silent circles in the empty space, and his eyes scanned her like a searchlight.

"What's wrong..."

Akzan muttered to himself, suddenly stopped, and reached out to lift a strand of her falling hair.

"Ah, my hair is a little longer than before."

Theresa's hair flowed between his fingers, softer than he remembered, but also colder.

Akzhan continued to look at her unwillingly. It was still the same pair of golden eyes, the same calm expression, and even the standing posture was exactly the same as he remembered.

"Damn it, it seems like nothing has changed. But I just feel like something's wrong with you."

"If there had been no changes, I wouldn't have done something like this."

Theresa suddenly raised her hand and gently placed her palm on Akzhan's chest.

The world collapsed in an instant.

Akzan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt his soul being pulled out of his body and then roughly stuffed back in a thousandth of a second.

Everything in his vision was distorted and stretched. Theresa's figure was sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, like looking at the world through a broken prism.

"Ahem...! What the hell?"

He staggered back half a step.

"Just as the Black Hand made his choice..."

Theresa's fingertips gently traced the outline of her chest, where the rhythm of her heartbeat should be.

"Allow me to be selfish now."

She didn't actually need to understand Black Hand's choice too thoroughly.

After all... they are just children.

No matter how things develop or how the world collapses, everyone must wait for her to end.

“I want to keep my body.”

This was said with extreme seriousness, like a child who stubbornly wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

"I have no heart anymore. I want to find my heart."

So please try harder, for the people who witness the sun.