Their romance storyline only begins on the second playthrough

Our initial goal was simply to keep her from interfering and causing us trouble, and that goal has been achieved.

"Shirley, let her go. We're ready to move on. We don't need to worry about her."

"Yes, sir!"

Most people had already witnessed Rhodes's move, and even those who hadn't kept quiet for the time being.

Therefore, with just a wave of his hand, Rhodes instantly dispelled the [Gates of Hell].

Vivian collapsed to her knees, exhausted.

Meanwhile, Rhodes and his group simply walked past her calmly.

She walked more than ten meters away, as if Vivian had been abandoned there.

but.

Vivian raised her head at that moment, looking at Rhodes and the others who were walking towards the conference room and the altar, her eyes trembling.

Finally, she made up her mind.

"This is terrible. I don't even know if I made the right choice. Will I have died for nothing in the end?"

Ok.

No matter who wins, she won't actually survive...

That's exactly how it is.

Bad luck always led her down the wrong path.

Even if Cyrus becomes a demon god again, she will still be that unlucky little girl.

Even if Cecilia becomes a demon, she is still the same unlucky little girl.

Moreover, the blood on her hands was enough to send her to hell ten thousand times over.

She wanted to live... but some people are born a mistake—

Even if you recover to normal, even if you survive for a short time, it is still a wrong and pathetic existence.

So, compared to dying meaninglessly, at least helping friends and fulfilling their past wishes is ultimately more valuable, right? It should be, shouldn't it?

“Cecilia,” Vivian said, trembling, “I can’t help it if I’m forgotten. After all, even if I made a contribution, I’m still just a row of graves by the roadside.”

"Oh no, no one would build a grave for a bad person like me."

"I'm so afraid of dying... Cecilia."

"I don't like bitter melon, so could you please not give me that when you offer sacrifices in the future?"

"No, I already said there's no tombstone..."

Vivian's voice finally broke out, trembling with sobs, but even so, she raised her hand—

"You're our friend, you can't forget me, can you?"

“I’m really, really afraid of dying… Cecilia.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

The pitch-black [resentment] gathered in her hand, and like the attack she had just unleashed, it solidified into shape—

Her power had long been rendered incapable of taking shape by fear.

Therefore, her attack was like a weak and ineffective fireball, heading straight for Rhodes and his companions.

brush--!

boom--!

The fireball exploded.

To Rhodes and his men, the attack was nothing short of a weak and laughable act.

But the problem is—

Vivian's body exploded at that moment, splattering blood and flesh all around.

Even more surprisingly, the splattered blood landed on Rhodes' face as he turned his head in a daze—

"Huh?" Rod exclaimed in disbelief.

I swear by the divine seed that I will not lay a hand on you again, nor will I participate in your battles. If I break this oath, may I die a violent death.

She broke the rules.

So, she died suddenly.

It turned into a blood mist and became a tool for sacrifice.

Vivian, dead.

Chapter 188 Hell Begins at This Moment

I can't understand it.

Even Rhodes' pupils contracted at that moment.

What do you mean?

She clearly believed she was a demon god, and anyone with a brain should know that as long as she did nothing, she could live peacefully and shed her identity as a witch.

Isn't that exactly what they witches want?

In order to create a new god so that they could return to the sunlight.

But why would she choose to self-destruct?

Rhodes held his breath in disbelief, but in that instant he understood her intention—

Vivian's personality is essentially similar to Ivina's.

It's the kind of being that, when faced with death or a choice, chooses to give up.

So, rather than living and enduring the pain, she chose another way—a way to support the people she knew—to end her own life.

Foolish, truly foolish.

To underestimate one's own potential and choose to give up... that's all.

His experiences with other people made it impossible for him to judge whether Vivian's actions were right or wrong—all he knew was that they were about to face a huge unknown.

Vivian is dead; Cecilia and the others have achieved their goal.

"Sir...!" Shirley stared in shock at the suddenly deceased Vivian, covering her mouth in disbelief.

Rhodes took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. "I was careless. I didn't expect the oath to have this kind of twist."

"However, there is no need to care too much. Even if they succeed in committing suicide or sacrificing themselves, they will not actually have any impact on us."

“No, sir, it’s not that. The key is this guy…” Shirley started to say, but then stopped herself.

"A little pathetic?" Rod asked rhetorically.

Shirley lowered her eyelashes and whispered:

"Hmm, the soul, it's in pain, it keeps emanating an aura of suffering, it's...it's a bit unpleasant."

"All witches are like this, which is why I am even more determined to seize the position of the Demon God."

Cecilia's idea of ​​successfully fusing with the Demon God's position is utter nonsense. If the witches are truly to find a way out in the future—to fulfill the wishes they hold dear—only he could possibly do it.

But Vivian... her death wasn't really a case of "a moth drawn to a flame," nor was it about making Cecilia a demon.

She just wanted to help the friends she knew...

Rhodes shook his head slightly, remaining silent for a long time without being able to say anything, and could only move forward.

He had tried gentle methods to keep her alive, but she chose death herself, and he couldn't change that.

Moreover, Cecilia's location is just ahead.

The important thing is to end this uncomfortable farce as soon as possible.

“Cecilia. Can you hear me?” Rhodes said as he moved forward.

Footsteps echoed through the empty reservoir, and the sound also traveled:

"Sacrifice is also meaningless."

"You can't possibly not know that I'm a cautious person. If I dare to come to you, it means I've made complete preparations."

"What is the purpose of resistance? What is the meaning of making witches commit suicide?"

"Do you find it interesting that a group of children are trying to paint the sky with nonsense and are even losing their lives for it?"

Tick.

Water droplets from the reservoir dripped from the top of the stone pillar, splashing out ripples;

Like ripples spreading outwards, Cecilia's voice seemed to travel from a distant place—

Cecilia said:

"Maybe it's pointless."

“Giving up is enough,” Rhodes replied. “In your previous life, you clearly knew you had no chance of achieving that future, so why not leave that possibility to me?”

"Yes, you're right. Give up. Maybe everything should have ended perfectly here. Let it all be left to you, my dear, this monster. Maybe this idea can succeed."

Cecilia's voice paused, then became even lower:

“But if it ends here without revealing our final trump card, I don’t think Vivian will be at ease.”

"And... I don't want my dear to be any more powerful... After all, if I don't get the divine position, but instead you get the divine position and come back to your side, then I will only be able to accept being whipped."

Flirting and bantering.

Cecilia still likes to express things in an emotional way, even if they shouldn't be said so lightly.

Her biggest problem is that she acts on her emotions—whether as a witch or before she became one.

"Then you're definitely going to take this hit."

Rod pronounced the words clearly, emphasizing the last few words in particular.