I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Indeed, their thinking was perfectly reasonable, but the sacrifices were truly numerous.

Children who wield superhuman strength, a group of non-human beings whose physical abilities are forcibly pried open from birth, mostly collapse and die because the children cannot withstand their own power.

Therefore, Babylon—Lisa Brenner—was the queen of a licentious and immoral city.

"However, it's no use speaking ill of the dead now. Your great-grandmother was such a person, but..."

Rusalka, seeing the wicked grin on Himuro Reia's face, and a hint of genuine admiration, said:

"She was truly awful. My admiration for her actually came after that, when that guy, without exception, conducted modification experiments on his own children—meaning, your grandfather, you know~~~"

She was completely indifferent to familial bonds; her world was one of utter pragmatism and realism.

In a sense, this is a just idea, but it is far removed from the social concept of a mother.

"Don't you think this is going too far? Using your most trustworthy self as the mother, you tried to apply the experience accumulated from thousands of experiments, and as a result, you successfully won the grand prize. The Third Reich's long-cherished wish—the birth of the first Sun Prince—has been completely fulfilled in your third life."

Looking at Himuro Reia, whose body trembled and face was deathly pale, enduring the excruciating pain of activating the transmutation circle, Rusalka, true to her witch's name, spoke words only a heretic would utter:

"So, Theresa, you don't need to worry about her anymore. Your current situation, in the end, is all because of that woman. As a member of the Black Round Table, I might not be entirely biased, but if you'd like, I can laugh with you~~"

With a sadistic smile and narrowed eyes, the witch raised her hands and exaggeratedly uttered vile words, wantonly and ruthlessly digging into the wounds of others' hearts.

"Shut up."

After relieving her physical pain, Himuro Reia looked expressionlessly at Rusalka, who was putting on an act, and interrupted her rambling monologue with a short and firm tone.

Upon hearing this, Rusalka's eyes widened.

"What? Could it be..." Rusalka brought his face closer to the other person, his eyes narrowing as he smiled, "You're angry?"

"......"

As if wanting to see something more from Himuro Reia, the whole room became restless.

Himuro Reia averted her gaze, an act of avoidance causing the shadow beneath Rusalka to wriggle. Her voice was cold as she said:

"It's best to look at the other person when they're speaking; it's very impolite."

"......"

Reia Himuro remained silent and did not look at Rusalka, who was peering over, a subtle signal that she was unwilling to continue contact with her.

"Well, never mind, but are you aware of your situation?"

Rusalka didn't press the other party any further. He took a step back, gently stroked his chin, and looked at the other party, saying:

“The contents inside you are already tattered and broken. No matter what, you can’t give up on yourself just because you don’t have long to live.”

The witch's fingertips were in Ling'ai's heart... right above her heart.

The holy marks covered the girl's delicate body from head to toe, permeating not only her bones and internal organs but even her soul. It was absolutely impossible to take anything more from her.

There's nothing you can do; nobody can get rid of this.

Incorporating what appears to be a blessing, but is in fact a curse, into eugenics is as absurd as writing a poem on the gene chain.

Looking at Himuro Reia, who seemed like a miracle, or even a creation of God, Rusalka exclaimed in awe:

"Oh dear, that fellow, Melcrius, has really gone mad. How did he manage to do that? I have absolutely no idea. And, this bizarre method of making children in Babylon is one of the worst things about the place."

"Stop talking."

Once again, Ling'ai spoke up to stop the other person from continuing.

Rusalka reignited her anger in an instant, but that didn't matter.

I just felt uneasy. I don't know why, but it was really unpleasant to hear this witch speak.

Looking at Rusalka in front of her, Lingai simply retorted with these harsh words:

"What do you know about that person?!"

She knew very little about what happened more than sixty years ago; Ling'ai only knew the Lisa she knew...

"Lisa is actually very weak in the morning."

Lingai said softly, recalling the frail Lisa from that morning. Even after becoming non-human, Lisa still couldn't change her habits.

But in order to go to school, I always get up early.

I started making breakfast for myself, since I don't know how to make it.

Every day, every day, for years.

Just like a real mother.

"I like that person..."

Despite Rusalka's nasty denigration of Lisa, Himuro Reia harbored no ill will towards Lisa. She simply stated in a light but firm tone:

"Even though she's gone, that will never change."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Rusalka narrowed his eyes slightly. "Never to change?"

As she spoke, the witch's slender hand, like a whip, reached out towards Himuro Reia in front of her.

He grabbed the other person's chin and pulled Ling Ai over. Although the other person was smaller than him, he had the illusion of being grabbed by a giant.

The strength in his wrists is beyond human capabilities; if the opponent wanted to kill him, they wouldn't even need to move their body an inch.

Rusalka forced the other person to look at him, mockingly observing the resolute look in their eyes, and sneered:

"What is eternity? What a joke! Do you think you still have a future? Stop forcing yourself to pretend. You don't have much time left. The opened sacrificial altar is a countdown. If you collect them all, you're completely finished. This city and even the whole world will come to an end."

"so what?"

Himuro Rei stared directly into the other's mocking eyes without flinching, and indifferently asked, "And what will you do then?"

Do you want to stay out of this, or do you think you'll get a good ending? You're nothing more than a slave to the beast.

Although Himuro Rei didn't say anything, her eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Aha?"

Rusalka, who understood that the other person was being sarcastic but didn't grasp the core meaning, tilted his head.

In response, Himuro Rei calmly said while looking at the other person:

“Anna Maria Hewlegreen, what are you thinking? Your lifespan is coming to an end, isn’t it? One hundred years? Two hundred years? How many years have you lived? You’re clearly afraid that you’re nearing your limit and will die without my help.”

Indeed, Rusalka is arguably one of the oldest members of the Black Round Table.

The other person's life still doesn't have another "sixty years" until the next Gold Alchemy Circle.

Maintaining a youthful body is actually quite simple, but what truly matters is the soul.

No matter how much the physical body is strengthened, the human soul will perish in about a hundred years.

Even if a capable person is proficient in demonic arts and cultivates extraordinary skills, their lifespan can only be extended to two to three hundred years.

This is the inevitability of being human; in order to climb up from there, a miracle is needed.

The aging of the soul is fundamentally irreversible.

When Rusalka entered the realm of magic, she had lived a life beyond that of ordinary people, and by then her soul's lifespan was nearing its limit.

If Rusalka hadn't come into contact with the demon who mastered this earth-shattering secret technique, he would never have had the chance to spend nearly a hundred years again.

After entering the [Creation] rank, Rusalka, who could be called a demigod, was arguably the closest existence to death. Her lifespan was long enough to experience the entire process of Earth's evolution from a state of no life to the birth of life.

With this favor, to be honest, Rusalka almost wanted to get away from the Black Round Table and fly away.

Unfortunately, she could not escape the beast's web or the indifferent gaze of the two outrageous giant snakes.

Carl and Gray's script underwent numerous evolutions, and the possible changes of the witch were entirely within their grasp.

Although she possesses a near-immortal life, this is contingent upon not expending her life force or being affected by external interference.

Previously, Rusalka had followed the leader of the Black Round Table in a battle against two other monsters.

In battles in other worlds, Rusalka burned his life force in a desperate struggle to survive.

Even so, she didn't have to worry about how long she would live.

Until she was 'unlucky' enough to be hit by a Valkyrie.

That surpassed the ultimate power limit of the magnetic field, reaching the complete realm of 999,999—the Heavenly Martial Life-Severing Path.

That kind of attack at the ultimate level was a terrifying strike just before Skadi reached the ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate power limit.

Cells, soul, thought, consciousness, true spirit, mind, origin, and so on—all the realms that Skadi could access were encompassed.

The attacks are accompanied by additional true damage buffs such as Gene Fracture, Twilight of Mind, Annihilation of the Soul, Shattered Soul, and Return of the True Spirit to Nothingness, which make people's scalps tingle and witches feel terrified.

Back then, Rusalka was the closest she ever came to death.

Although she was lucky enough to survive, her lifespan was decimated by Skadi, as if a dam had been breached, resulting in a terrifying amount of loss.

This has resulted in her having very little life left, and after the previous battle between Suwahara and Nanami, she was hit by the Tenbu Danseido, which triggered her PTSD.

This caused all her previous efforts to recuperate to be in vain, and she even lost money at her maternal grandmother's house.

This drove the witch mad.

Because at most she can hold on for another two hundred years, and her soul, mind, consciousness, thoughts, and so on will all inevitably come to an end.

Rusalka wanted to live, desperately wanted to live, and it was only because he had once had a life that was almost immortal and had lived for so long that he cherished his life all the more.

Existence is everything, and everything is for the sake of existence!

To resolve his own problems, only by forging gold can he regain an endless lifespan to match his immense power and escape the decay and corruption of his soul.

Therefore, she will not allow anyone to disrupt the Black Round Table's plans, and she will risk everything to ensure the smooth operation of the Gold Alchemy.

And all her actions, from the past to the present, are already part of the script planned for the Twin Snakes horror drama.

No one escaped the snake's web and plan; everything was like puppets in a stage play, fulfilling their roles and responsibilities.

Mercury Serpent's line, "All things in the universe are contained in his comedy," is not just an arrogant empty boast. Having reloaded the game almost an 'infinite' number of times, how could he allow his pieces to go out of control and escape?

All the 'accidents' were already known, and they all happened to bring things back to normal.

The 'accident' of the witch losing her lifespan is naturally also part of the script of eternal return, serving as a correction point that will always dispel her idea of ​​leaving the Black Round Table.

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