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Chapter 446. The Story of the Third Cycle [3 Reincarnations] (End of Chapter 23)
During the period when the plague was quelled in the realm of original sin, Aoba-shin almost established his position as the foremost deity in the two major areas of "dispelling calamities" and "health".

When a mother gives birth to a child and prays for his lifelong health and peace, and when children at a banquet bless their parents with long life, these beliefs are transmitted to the throne of the true God who saves from suffering.

Vera could hear more and more voices of faith ringing in her ears, a unique clamor in the world.

The great plague that had lasted for several years was completely dispelled with the birth of Aoba-shin.

This deity does not have its own temple or domain, but its shrines are scattered throughout the continent.

After dealing with the matter of the Domain of Original Sin, Vera returned to the Papacy to continue her life as a saint.

She delivered speeches on flower-covered platforms, danced with the Grand Master of Knights in the court, attended banquets at long tables, and debated with elders.

She founded Aoba Academy, taking in orphans and homeless children, and from then on, there were no more children like her who had to eat garbage to survive on that dirty street.

She designated the highest administrative headquarters of all Aoba organizations, or rather, the final holy city of the Aoba God, within the domain of the God of Original Sin.

Because original sin is vast and boundless, only it can accommodate different beliefs.

Vera originally wanted Little Fairy Doctor to manage the Green Leaf Faith, but the God of Death sent her a message through Edric that the little girl named Effie had been possessed by the forbidden magic of Death, causing her to jump out of the third cycle of reincarnation. Due to the effect of the magic itself, she became a person who flows backward.

Her memories are still stuck in the second timeline, and the two will meet again in ten years, at which time her restored abilities will be able to save her again.

When Vera found out, she reserved a position in the core organization of Qingye Holy City, waiting for Little Fairy Doctor to take over ten years later.

The days would have continued in this quiet way, until one night, a dark halo symbolizing the god of death silently appeared beside her pillow.

"The cycle of this world has come to a complete end. It's time for you to step out and begin the next stage."

Vera asked her, confused:
"Why start the next phase, and what will the next phase be like?"

The cold, damp voice from within the black ring spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Studying medicine won't save the world; a corrupt world needs to be overthrown, not cured."

"You are my past, and I am your future."

Vera did not answer Vera's second question.

But the deity's expressionless, cold face, hidden under his hood, was stirred by those words, triggering a memory.

—What kind of stage was that?

The rules of survival have long since collapsed, the difficulty is endlessly increasing, and twisted monsters roam everywhere.

All common sense has been overturned, and even the world itself is shaking.

The gods no longer need agents; instead, they reach out themselves and manipulate the threads of fate.

She was the only human in that world, possessing only the power she had gained throughout her entire playthrough, yet she was destined to sit on the throne of the supreme god of the Death Order.

Never, under any circumstances, compete against her. The smartest player in the playthrough only left her with one sentence:

You must succeed.

The truth cannot be seen, and even the most powerful foresight must close its eyes before the supreme God—this is the only statement by a prophet that is not a prophecy.

But she had to make it come true.

For this reason, she lived like a mad dog. She was ruthless and unscrupulous, gambling away every ounce of reason and humanity.

That was a torment that was far longer than physical suffering.

The repeated mental torment and oppression gradually dulled her perception of family and friendship.

In the end, all that remained in my heart was a cold indifference.

When she saw her brother again in the temple, that feeling of "emotion" had long since withered away.

Her memories told her that they were once the closest blood relatives in the world.

But what is family affection?
She had long forgotten.

……

After that day, Vera concocted a slow-acting poison for herself.

It will slowly weaken itself until it leaves this world completely.

The medication worked very well. After staying at the Vatican for almost a month, Vera became too weak to attend ceremonies and even coughed up blood frequently.

The Vatican arranged for her to see a physician from the Rose Medical Center. A young man named Summers bowed to the veiled saintess.
"Hello, please describe your condition first." Vera's medical skills far surpassed his, and she naturally couldn't detect any signs of the slow-acting poison he had prepared.

Summers felt deeply guilty looking at her thin figure and apologized:
"I may not be able to diagnose what kind of disease this is... I'm so sorry, Your Highness, I will keep your medical records and continue my research when I get back."

The young doctor was very sincere. He measured a bunch of data, carried his medical bag, and really planned to go back and go into seclusion.

Vera knew he might one day figure it out, but by then she would probably be dead, so she just smiled and said:
"It's alright, perhaps it's fate."

"No, I will do my best to save you; it is a doctor's duty."

Summers said earnestly:

"Moreover, you are a truly kind saint, and I admire you greatly. I also do not wish for you to pass away at such a young age, as it would make me feel guilty and regretful."

Vera didn't speak; she simply watched the boy walk away.

After that day, her health deteriorated until she could no longer even handle official duties, at which point the Vatican finally took action.

They politely removed her from her position as saintess and began preparing for a new round of saint selection.

Vera was not saddened by being asked to leave, because it suited her perfectly.

After Edric asked his boss for leave, he boarded a flying carriage and took her to the domain of the God of Original Sin.

Vera bought the house in the second cycle and moved back in with her brother.

Seeing her frail appearance, Edric was clearly at a loss, and he said indignantly:

"Did the Church of Light turn you into this?"

Vera simply shook her head and smiled, saying:

"Don't say anything more, brother. In these last moments, spend some quality time with me and look at the flowers."

It was the season for flowers to bloom, and the Sin Domain was filled with fluttering red petals. This was the third spring brought from the Vulcan Domain, but here it had become an invasive species, directly evolving into a new type of flower.

Every summer, San Du Chun blooms across the fields, with fiery red petals filling the sky and dyeing the horizon crimson.

Vera often sat amidst a sea of ​​red flowers, wearing a green tutu, basking in the last rays of sunlight.

That period was the happiest time of her three cycles.

I have no regrets about the past, and I still have my brother by my side.

Time flows silently, and Vera's figure grows thinner and thinner each day amidst the sea of ​​flowers.

Sunlight filtered through the fluttering petals, casting shimmering shadows on her pale cheeks.

Edric would always be nearby, watching her reach out to catch the falling petals, then press them to her lips and say something silently.

The wind swept away the faint sounds, and also took away the little warmth she had left.

One evening was unusually quiet.

The setting sun dyed the sea of ​​flowers into a silken tapestry of molten gold and dark red. Vera leaned slowly against the stone, her movements as light as if she were simply tired.

She gazed at the last rays of light on the horizon, her eyelashes drooping slightly.

It never lifted up again.

The petals continued to flutter down, landing on her skirt, shoulders, and palms, accumulating thicker and thicker, as if trying to gently shroud her in this red carpet.

The wind suddenly picked up, whipping up a flurry of flying petals that swirled and rose—like a grand and magnificent elegy, yet utterly empty, performed for no apparent reason.

Edric stood still and did not move forward.

He saw the faint smile that lingered on his sister's lips.

I also saw her eyes, which she would never open again.

The flowers are still falling.

It falls endlessly.

It's as if all the red of summer is being buried in this moment.

This book isn't finished yet. The "finished" in the title means the story has ended in the third playthrough.