As the savior, I only want to play single-player games.

A subtle despair appeared on Yuria's face, but her human body was encased in a thick, almost materialized magical shell, so no one could see her true appearance.

“Yotsuya Miko, you have the potential to go to heaven. You are the only human who has broken free from the barriers…” She said, glancing at Yurikawa Hana and Nishimiya Yuzuru before focusing her attention back on Miko.

Although neither of them possesses spiritual power, neither of them has the potential to ascend to heaven; neither of them has yet transcended the constraints imposed upon them by the spiritual realm.

The illusory ocean she once saw contained endless cocoon-like structures, within which all life slumbered.

Those lives included modern ones, ancient ones, and even those from prehistoric times. With her limited knowledge, she could only trace them back to life forms from hundreds of millions of years ago, and there were many more that she could not identify.

They all floated and sank in that illusory ocean, each cocoon symbolizing a past or present individual life.

Once a new life is born in the universe, a corresponding cocoon-like object will be born in that illusory ocean. This life can be a plant, an animal, a human, or even a microorganism, fungus, insect, etc., all of which are making unconscious babbling.

But according to her prediction, that area holds the truth about the spirit world.

That seemingly illusory ocean is not a place whose depth can be determined based on the spiritual realm.

It's more like the underlying rules of the spirit world.

And that cocoon-like structure should be the most essential spiritual light of all life.

In the present world, when a new life is born, that spiritual light is captured by the underlying rules of the spirit world and bound there ever since.

Those who can see possess a spirituality beyond that of ordinary people.

According to the paths of the gods and the mediums, the more powerful a life form is, the deeper it can reach, and the stronger its own spirituality becomes. Only by ascending to the Sequence 6 level and undergoing a complete transformation can it break free of the cocoon and be reborn.

The reason why the gods of Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 can be reincarnated and immortal is because they have broken free from the constraints imposed on them by the spirit world.

But do the gods of the spirit world know anything about that illusory black ocean?

Yuria felt that even the gods probably didn't know.

A life that has fallen into demonic possession has lost its self and is therefore unable to reclaim its spirituality.

Those powerful gods fell into demonic ways, yet they were subject to the call of the spirit world itself.

She alone was an anomaly among demons, and by sheer chance, she glimpsed a world that even the gods had never seen.

As a non-demon, Yotsuya Miko was not entirely ignorant.

That person named Kuroko was just like her.

They all remained clear-headed and rational, staring directly into the abyss itself.

"This is the last time I'll see you. Because this heaven is not a heaven for demons, if I stay any longer, I'll attract the gaze of the spirit world..."

After Yuria finished speaking, without waiting for Yotsuya Miko's reply, she turned and left, disappearing like smoke, her whereabouts unknown.

……

The sky was overcast, and a light drizzle was falling.

The lights at the bus stop in front of the school cast a faint glow, creating a serene atmosphere in the rain.

Kuroko crossed her legs and rested her chin on her hand; her features were exquisite, and her expression was icy.

She adopted an appreciative expression, gazing at the monotonous scenery with unwavering interest.

It seemed like the rain was never-ending, pouring down, pouring down.

The sound of the words entering my ears seemed to gradually calm my slightly anxious heart.

Her personality is completely different from that of the main personality.

If Yotsuya Miko is like a warm spring breeze that makes people feel good about her.

Then she should be like a biting cold wind, extremely aggressive.

After becoming a spiritual master, this spiritual characteristic manifested itself in a very obvious form.

As she pondered, Yuria's voice echoed in her ears.

Yotsuya Miko appeared with a whoosh.

Survival itself is the most powerful resistance against absurdity: Chapter Fourteen: Two Plans

"How about it?"

She chuckled lightly, her smile unrestrained, as if she wanted to see how Yotsuya Miko would react when she learned the truth.

But Yotsuya Miko remained unmoved. Her appearance was serene, and her graceful figure was like a lotus emerging from the water.

She was looking at another version of herself.

“I made the worst-case scenario prediction beforehand, so if that’s all there is to it, I can accept it.”

"Oh... I almost forgot, you're the kind of person who stays calm under pressure, the more desperate the situation, the more you can calmly think things through." Kuroko sighed, her previously enthusiastic demeanor turning into boredom.

She quietly extended a delicate, jade-like finger, its nail crystal clear and exceptionally beautiful, and drew circles on Yotsuya Miko's body.

Yotsuya Miko frowned slightly, but didn't notice anything unusual, indicating that Kuromiko wasn't playing any tricks.

She probably understood that these tricks were no longer effective against her.

She may not have had as much control over her mental power as Kuromiko before, but as her power increased, her mental body began to become more acute.

The gap between her and Kuroko is also being leveled, and she won't fall further behind. This is because as time goes on, their positions become increasingly equal, they possess similar skills, and it's difficult for either of them to surpass the other.

Kuroko's behavior is like a sulking child drawing circles to curse her.

She could feel Kuroko cursing her in her heart, cursing herself for not dying.

As a Sequence 7 spiritualist, she can interpret the emotions and thoughts behind those actions.

Kuroko's aggressive tendencies towards her were very obvious in her eyes, and belonged to a very strong sense of hostility.

Because this guy doesn't really like to hide his thoughts.

She could understand this mentality. After all, in the end, they would definitely have to merge and fight each other.

“Let’s have an open and honest talk,” said Miko Yotsuya.

She doesn't want any verbal conflict with Kuroko right now. Now that she's reached Sequence 7, that long-buried memory has resurfaced, and it's time to speak frankly.

"Kneel down, lick my feet, and beg me, and I'll agree to talk to you." Kuroko raised one of her fair, delicate feet, her toes nimbly spread.

She wore no makeup, her face was bare, but she was naturally beautiful and delicate. Her JK uniform and smooth black hair were a little messy—this was a deliberate outfit, casual and carefree, intended to show her personal style, but unintentionally it fit the style of a delinquent girl.

However, she possessed a dark and cold temperament, as cruel and ruthless as a harsh winter.

Miko Yotsuya replied with a frown, "Can't you be normal?"

"Idiot, you've been in human society for too long, your brain's gone haywire. Why are you using the standards of an ordinary person to judge a superhuman?" Kuroko retorted.

Before Jianzi could answer, she continued, "True strength lies in not caring about external opinions. Just like this world, would it care about the human ethics and morality constructed by humankind? Would the gods have the kindness and compassion of humankind?"

"Only the weak can empathize with the weak."

Seeing that he was speechless, she looked away after a moment and said, "This is not a reason for you to disrespect me..."

"Haha, I don't have such a thing. Don't even mention you, even humans, even gods, even those with supernatural powers, are not worthy of my respect." She laughed wildly, as if she had no taboos, her spirit soaring, pointing fingers at the gods with such a disdainful attitude.

From beginning to end, there was only one person she cared about.

Seeing that Zi also smiled, she still couldn't get along with this guy.

"It's a miracle you're still alive despite being so arrogant."

"I'm going to establish my own paradise from now on. The paradise of the gods doesn't suit my taste. I want to create my own world... Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore." She clicked her tongue and suddenly lost interest in saying anything more.

Does your confidence stem from it?

Yotsuya Miko pointed to the sky, and with a thought, summoned it. A golden light pierced through the dark clouds in the sky, and the seemingly endless rain finally subsided. More sunlight poured down on the earth, and the oppressive rain clouds quickly dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky. The fresh air after the rain filled the air.

"Tsk." Kuroko was extremely displeased, but she didn't say anything.

Yotsuya Miko gazed at the mysterious and ineffable sun, radiating a vast spiritual aura. Just a glance at it could evoke numerous spiritual insights; this was a natural path, revealing the true essence of the path.

Forgive her poor eyesight, but she couldn't tell what level this thing was.

In her perception, the five phantom images of supreme gods standing on Earth were already terrifying enough.

But compared to it, it's like a pond meeting the ocean; there's no comparison in terms of either width or depth.

She even had the illusion that the thing could destroy the world.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a supreme treasure, as Tendo Kagura called it.

"You actually ran away!" She felt a surge of anger, as if someone had taken a bite out of the birthday cake she had prepared for her.

But Kuroko was also in a bad mood; something she had always enjoyed all by herself had suddenly been broken in two.

Now that it's shared, I'm naturally very angry.

"My talent and abilities surpass yours. Even without it, I can still beat you to a pulp," Kuroko said coldly. She came from the abyss and later, when she became a spiritual master, she broke free of her cocoon and returned to her original form.

But for some reason, as someone with a naturally bright personality, she did not directly merge with Yotsuya Miko, but instead evolved a new personality.

"You used it to communicate with Youlia?" Jianzi didn't care about Hei Jianzi's provocation. She looked at the spiritual treasure. She was now its host and could barely sense its current situation. It had a wisp of spiritual power hanging on it, the source of which was unknown.

She sensed it carefully and found that the source of this spiritual power had a chaotic and terrifying feeling, giving her a sense of oppression as if she were falling into the deep sea. However, despite this, she did not have any negative state; it had all been expelled and purified.

“Youlia?” Jianzi sent out a mental fluctuation.

Soon, a thought also came from that spiritual power, filled with confusion. It came from Youlia, who had disappeared from this world and gone back to her original world: "Master? No, it's Miko, it's you, the main personality..."

He hung up without looking at her.

She couldn't stop it; it was a matter between Kuroko and Yuria.

Yes, during her battle with Orochi, she tried to influence Orochi with all her might. Although she succeeded, she was also affected by the backlash. However, overall, she did not suffer any serious consequences and her mind remained normal.

It's as if she's wearing a protective shell; any mental energy directed at her will get stuck on that shell.

This can be considered an alternative form of faith power.

In other words, she already has the foundation to become a god, and she doesn't need to worry about a backlash.

“Any life in this universe that calls out to Yotsuya Miko will be detected by it,” Kuromiko sneered. This was the treasure’s inherent ability, but Sequence 7 could not use or control this ability.

She kept figuring it out and finally managed to understand it a little.

The reason why Yuria was able to obtain its protection was a choice she made after careful consideration.

Any words that point to the abyss will bring disaster upon the person involved.