After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The thunder of the Awakening of Insects broke through the rainy night, and the damp, cold wind carried with it the lingering stench of decay.

In April and May in the Eastern Territory, a continuous drizzle was accompanied by a fierce east wind. Dark clouds swallowed the last ray of light, and without stars or moon, every door and window was tightly shut.

The world returned to that hazy darkness, the footsteps in the shadows silently disappearing, only to be exposed again by the flash of lightning.

The oil lamp she carried flickered like a lone star as Luna stood atop the ruins of the city wall, silently gazing upon the land of death before her.

Her pale blue hair swayed in the wind as she bent down and tore off a piece of green mycelium from her bony, bushy hands.

A slightly oily and smooth sensation came over her, and the mycelium swayed unconsciously, tightly wrapping around Luna's fingers, only to be cut off by a gentle breeze.

The flashes of lightning brought light, and the corpses and bones seemed to be covered with a layer of verdant new life, decaying into a paradise of fungi.

Luna frowned. The scouts' intelligence was somewhat inaccurate. If she hadn't been determined to come here, they probably wouldn't have discovered this disaster.

"Does anyone know what this is?"

"This doesn't feel good." Lisa stepped forward, pointing her staff into the void and releasing a burning spell.

Flames immediately erupted, causing rain to evaporate and corpses to dissipate in their wake. The mycelium, however, quickly retreated into the ground, dodging Lisa's attack with lightning speed.

A silent stillness fell over the air. Before Lisa could unleash an even more powerful spell, Paul thoughtfully removed his gloves and touched a wisp of mycelium in front of him with his fingers.

The bluish threads slowly wrapped around Paul's fingers, growing rapidly until they penetrated his skin.

As flesh and blood were peeled away inch by inch, these mycelia replaced the skin and muscle in an incredibly lifelike form, forming one of Paul's index fingers.

After severing the connection between his finger and the bacteria, Paul moved his crisp index finger and found that it felt completely natural, almost like a part of his own body.

"A miracle!" Luna chuckled, making an exaggerated expression at the opportune moment, leaving Paul speechless.

After peeling off his mycelium-covered fingers, Paul's fingers quickly recovered under the continuous infusion of life magic within his body, and he roughly understood the purpose of the object before him.

The undead being fleshed out was the Duke's greatest fear.

Duke Oswald and his high-ranking officials analyzed the goddess's hidden plan beneath the curse—to create undead that could perfectly contain souls.

The Blood-Clad Saintess Maria possesses a half-life, half-immortal body, a successful model verified by the Duke himself and in his current state. Her strength is stable and powerful, but she can no longer undergo deeper immortalization.

Lilith, who wields the power of death, has an extremely low degree of immortality, possibly related to the curse she bears. It is unknown whether she is a casual piece or a hidden pawn on the goddess's chessboard.

Princess Diana, the Cursed One, and Nicole, the former whose abilities were not fully developed, and the latter, compared to the undead, had mastered quite a bit of forbidden magic related to life, and could devour the life of others to strengthen herself.

Clearly, after Maria and Lilith, the goddess suspended her experiments on immortality, but this does not mean that she was helpless in the face of it.

"Lisa, use your most powerful magic to wipe out this area."

Paul patted Lisa on the shoulder and took a few steps back. Lisa, who was already impatient, quickly stepped forward and raised her staff high.

A blinding light shot straight into the sky, the rain stopped, and several grand magic arrays dispersed the dark clouds.

Ordinary magicians might hesitate to learn forbidden magic, but military magicians would love to drop the Great Ivan directly on the battlefield.

Forget about taboos, get out of my way! The only purpose of magic is destruction!

"Destruction Spell, activate!"

With a clear shout from Lisa, space shattered, and the magic circle crashed down like a collapsing mountain. The resulting storm blew the scouts away, leaving only Timo hanging on Paul like a flag, his features utterly disheveled.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the magic circle crashed into the land of death like a meteorite. Countless corpses and dirt shot into the air hundreds of meters high. The terrifying sound waves echoed through the valley, causing Lisa, who could no longer hold on, to fall backward to the ground, a look of satisfied peace appearing on her face.

Using the wind to blow away the dust in front of her, Luna quickly noticed a figure rushing out at high speed. She stepped forward and drew her sword, but Paul was faster than her. He flashed in front of Lisa and swung his sword at high speed.

With a snap, the opponent's peculiar longsword suddenly broke off, then rapidly grew a new blade, confronting Paul.

"Rhea?"

Paul's pupils dilated in shock, for the person before him was none other than his wife.

"What a classic segment."

Countless wind blades sliced ​​"Raya" into broken mycelium strands, and a sudden gust of wind completely prevented the mycelium from regenerating.

Luna walked over and shook Paul, who was still in a daze, while reminding everyone to retreat, because the mycelium had not been completely eliminated and had even shown a special ability to replicate.

"What... what is this?"

Timo scrambled to his feet, stunned, his gaze fixed on a girl emerging from the dust—the very girl he had been longing for…

"How can they even replicate the owner of our Harbin cake shop? Could it be that our memories have been stolen?"

Luna, who had also discovered the girl, became serious once again. She realized that she couldn't figure out the logic behind the other party's creation of human bodies.

The girl had little fighting ability and was just timidly looking around when Lisa, who had stood up, blasted her to pieces with a single spell.

It seems that the clone's strength is roughly equivalent to the original.

Compared to the clueless Luna, Lisa, who was more sensitive to emotions, quickly focused her attention on the scout.

Timo's unpredictable expression also pointed her to the answer.

"So that's it. This is love. It's a replica of the person we love."

After saying that, Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, put her hands together in prayer and thanked Leia. If a blood-clad saintess suddenly appeared at this moment, she would only be able to perform a dramatic explosion.

"Ah, love..."

Luna seemed lost in thought. At that moment, the smoke and dust in the air were once again buried by the rain. On the chaotic ruins, the mycelium was still growing wildly, but it did not create another clone.

"So, if we bring Lady Elene here, some kind of monster will grow here... that looks exactly like her elder brother and possesses his strength?"

"That should be the case in theory." Lisa nodded, then pushed Paul back ten meters away.

Just in case, it's all just in case.

After placing Paul, this dangerous object, in a safe area, Lisa took small steps forward to continue her examination.

That's so bizarre; they can actually use love to launch an attack.

No one expected that our goddess, on whom we placed such high hopes, would get involved in something as ephemeral as love. Isn't her favorite thing to do to arrange for the hero Thorne to have promiscuous relationships?

Clearing her mind of all confusion, Lisa gripped the magic stone tightly and continued to restore her magic. She concluded that the key to her failure to eliminate the mycelium lay in the fact that this thing probably had a special core.

As long as the core remains undamaged, the mycelium will continue to grow continuously.