The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Give them a little help, then kick them out, or simply slack off and let them fend for themselves.

However, Alice miscalculated.

She underestimated her own soft heart, and even more so, the infectious power of that group of people.

They had no power, but they were not afraid of death and were always ready to give everything for their ideals.

Blood, life, soul... there is nothing they cannot offer as long as it is for an ideal.

Everyone possesses an extraordinary and unwavering will.

In Alice's eyes, their souls shone with the luster of jewels.

Under normal circumstances, this brilliant will would be actively guided and eventually flow to the gods, becoming the nourishment for their continuous growth.

But unlike other cases, the "god" in their hearts rejected this gift, but after passing through them once, he gave it back to them, and what returned to them was more than what was offered.

Although he refused the throne and never called himself a god, this prophet acted more like a qualified god than those gods who only knew how to fight.

God loves the world, and the world loves God.

This kind of relationship is normal, but unfortunately in this world, only one non-god prophet has achieved this.

He and his followers are using their own methods to reclaim the world that belongs to them from the hands of the gods.

They changed the world step by step.

In the end, even Alice, who had originally decided to just watch them from the sidelines, was unknowingly changed.

She didn't interfere with the bumpy journey; she just watched silently.

She knew their names, their ideals, their relationships, and had experienced their joys and sorrows, as well as their ups and downs.

Gradually, to her, they were no longer a group of insignificant mortals.

Although they can't be considered companions yet, they are at least acquaintances who are traveling together on the road.

She began to care about the lives and deaths of these mortals, wondering if they could succeed, and even... felt a faint sadness for their deaths.

Was this an act designed to fool herself? Alice had thought so too, and had even secretly tested it out.

But in the end, Alice could only admit one fact—these people did nothing.

There was no deception, no manipulation; they were simply being themselves.

To strive, fight, and die for ideals—the predecessors fall, and the successors continue.

Like a fleeting shooting star, dazzling yet brief.

But it is precisely because they did nothing that this purity was able to truly attract her.

Alice suddenly realized something, though she didn't know when.

"Ah... I see."

"His request was a trap in itself."

A trap that could silently and unknowingly draw her in.

However, by the time she realized what was happening, it was already too late.

But she remained rational and did not give up.

Alice still has to leave this world.

That's why she didn't want the residents to recite that thank-you message; she didn't want to deepen her connection with the world any further.

The more things are involved, the harder it is to let go.

"If I had refused back then..."

Ultimately, the real source of change lies with that person.

That incredibly young prophet.

A prophet who carries the burden of countless souls all by himself.

Approaching God but not God, approaching man but not man, a solitary existence.

Just being with him made Alice feel her gaze involuntarily drawn to him, eventually meeting a pair of gentle eyes.

Alice felt like she wasn't even herself anymore...

Could that almost humble plea really have been made by myself?

Would I have made such a request for someone else in the past?

Will not.

To be honest, Alice couldn't really figure out how she felt about Ning Feng.

She was not clear about the true nature of this feeling.

However, she genuinely didn't want him to die.

Because if that were the case, the world would be far too boring.

The gods are suspicious of each other and are constantly fighting each other.

Ordinary people die powerlessly, without even the strength to struggle.

Will the prophetic society, without the prophet, still be the same prophetic society it once was?

Without its spiritual pillar, will the Prophet's Society fall apart?

Will the struggles of ordinary people completely lose all hope?

She actually cares more about these things than romantic love.

As for the rest...

Could this feeling be love?

Alice didn't know, and didn't intend to find out.

She had never tried love and wasn't particularly interested in it.

Human relationships are not limited to romantic love; there are many other kinds of relationships as well.

and……

"He didn't even tell me his name."

snort!

"He has to tell me himself!"

In the silent room, Alice, encased in crystal, curls up and looks up at the sky.

Looking at the blazing sun high in the sky, her lips moved, and she finally spoke the truth hidden in her heart.

"You must come back."

You came back alive, and then...

I'm waiting for you to tell me yourself.

Chapter 515 The Magic Box Called Power

A brand new region has appeared, and the Sky City has returned to peace after the warp.

After everything calmed down, the residents who had just taken refuge in their houses went back out onto the street and continued with their work as if nothing had happened.

Just like any other day, it was as if nothing had happened.

In reality, it's as if nothing happened.

Since arriving in this magical city, they have become accustomed to all sorts of new and exciting things and changes.

The technology, architecture, food... everything here amazed them. If they had to be amazed by everything, it would be too tiring.

As a result, they gradually began to adapt to the new and exciting changes.

Habit is a terrible instinct that can make even the most timid mortals get used to life in the sky.

They were unaware of what was happening outside the city, nor of the state of the world beyond. Far from war, disease, and hunger, they lived here happily.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, it would be a betrayal of ideals for them to enjoy themselves in the rear while their comrades are fighting and bleeding on the front lines, knowing nothing about it.

But whether this is betrayal or not is not something that outsiders can decide.

The only ones qualified to make that judgment are the soldiers who are fighting for their shared ideals.

For them, this is actually their wish.

This is the common wish of those who have fallen and those who are falling: they hope that their sacrifice can bring peace and security to their loved ones.

If they can forget those painful memories, then let them forget them.

That would be better.

Bloodshed and sacrifice are enough for their generation.

"But such a dream is unrealistic."

Curled up in the crystal, Alice let out a sigh.

Although the warriors of the Prophet's Society have already made many sacrifices, fighting in various places and constantly liberating more and more of their compatriots, everything seems to be going well.

But in Alice's opinion, such efforts are actually not enough.

"We're still far from good enough."

Yes, it's far too different.

The fact that the Prophets have survived to this day is certainly due to the protection of their special abilities, but the real reason... is that the gods simply don't care about them anymore.

Yes, the gods didn't really care much about these mischievous little insects, and they didn't send their own creations to get rid of them.

Because it's unnecessary, and because it's not worth the effort.

They used all their power to deal with each other, and the majority of the Church of God's power was used to resist other churches, with only a very small part allocated to dealing with matters on the mortal level.

Only the Lord of Holy Light, whom no god dares to directly provoke, has more energy to pay attention to these mortals, and has even sent his own messengers.

Moreover, for the gods, changes in worldly power are too commonplace to warrant much effort.