Succubus simulator, but the resentment system

——Amiya is not complicated.

After losing the protection of the mysterious power from this world, Amiya is no longer unique... No, it should be said that as long as you are exactly the same as "Amiya", you can realize the same power as the real "Amiya".

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What is this? This is the expression of the existence of Amiya.

Amiya is not complicated. Transcoding and saving everything about her takes up less than one byte of memory.

Even if the part about her in Theresa's memory is archived together, it will not affect the size.

This data is not even much different in size from the equation for reigniting a white dwarf.

Just as she created herself, known as the "Demon King," Theresa used the power of the Black Crown to create an "Amiya" that possessed Amiya's memories, Amiya's thinking patterns, Amiya's genes, and Amiya's Originium skills... an "Amiya" that was exactly the same as Amiya.

Or rather, she should be called Chimera, "Ami Donkey".

137 Defeat Memory Anchoring (4000)

"Your Highness...Your Highness?"

W looked around in a daze. The space in front of him was obviously not a landscape that could be created by the Sarkaz. It did not belong to the Sarkaz or Kazdel.

It is a product of another civilization.

W didn't know why she, a mercenary who barely knew how to read and write, would realize this, but she just had this intuition, as if she should know all this.

“This feeling…”

"Damn...what the hell is this feeling?"

"Right... I, I think I need to go find a guy... a very important guy."

W couldn't help but stumble.

She, why is she going to find that guy? Go, go - to settle the score with that guy!

Yes, that's right. They have hundreds of trillions of grudges to settle, and that's enough to fill a full share.

"No... Now isn't the time to think about that. I should be focusing on where this *Sarkaz swear* is?"

W's hand couldn't help but touch the firearms and Originium explosives he carried with him.

For no reason, she felt danger, a feeling beyond her intuition that made her realize that danger was approaching.

This is something that shouldn't happen.

The one who asked her to come here was His Highness, whom she respected and trusted the most.

That prince who is full of tenderness and compassion.

W couldn't help but recall the scene of meeting Theresa for the first time on the battlefield.

After experiencing that scene, she resolved to follow that gentle prince, to put her ideals into practice, to bring a gentle and beautiful future to the Sarkaz, and to bring a beautiful future to this land...

"*Sarkaz swears* Why do you suddenly feel that this kind of beautiful idea is not something a lowly mercenary like me can possess?"

W cursed and muttered, "*Sarkaz curse*! For someone like me, it would be more practical to catch a good-looking Sarkaz pretty boy and go back to negotiate multi-billion dollar deals every day!"

W found it difficult to understand why he had such lofty and holy ideals.

She felt that apart from surviving, she just hoped that this hellhole of a place, Kazdel, could be a place where she could live peacefully after she could no longer kill anyone.

At most, I just hope that the Sarkaz will be able to have enough food to eat in the future.

that's enough!

W even thought that it would be great if this could happen. If everyone could still afford Victoria's white bread, that would be amazing, it would be absolutely invincible!

leftover?

Tsk~ It's really too far, too far, so far that it's beyond her imagination. She couldn't even imagine how wonderful the Sarkaz could be, other than not killing each other and having food to eat.

——Who made her not even recognize the words?

"So *Sarkaz curse* - how can I have such noble beliefs?"

W quietly tightened her grip on the gun in her hand. The invisible warning made her heart beat as fast as a drum.

The picture in my mind gradually became clearer. The sky in Kazdel was gray that day and it was raining. The rain and the splashing mud made everything look like a dark black.

In the gray weather and rain, a gentle white light lit up from the place where the sky and the earth met, like a lighthouse pointing the deadly road for the Sarkaz who had lost their way in the darkness.

In the holy, white, and divine light curtain, the cherry blossom-colored hair radiated a sparkling and brilliant light.

The battlefield seemed to have been paused.

Everyone was surprised by this change, and stunned... no, it was really as if the pause button was pressed and they couldn't move.

W felt that the picture in her mind became clearer and clearer, and all the details that she had ignored in the past seemed to come to her mind at this moment.

She saw that the lights seemed to come alive, and the dust inside the lights was alive... They seemed to be active Originium dust?

The Sarkaz mercenary closest to her put down his weapon. The mercenary who was immersed in killing just a moment ago suddenly began to cry in regret, and even hated himself for indulging in killing.

W noticed details that he had previously overlooked.

She thought the mercenary was strange, and when she wanted to move forward, she noticed the puddles on the ground, which reflected the mercenary's eyes.

Prismatic symbols appeared in his cloudy pupils.

"Everyone, please put down your weapons."

"We are not enemies. I believe there is a way for us to live in peace."

Theresa's vibrato was as gentle as honey.

One after another, the mercenaries knelt before her and confessed their regrets and tears.

"I, I've seen this scene."

W thought of Quilon who seemed to be about to become a Buddha.

"Quilon?"

W frowned even deeper. She had heard of this former demon king, but she should have never seen this person?

She couldn't tell whether it was a simulation or reality.

W gradually noticed that the veins in the forearms of a mercenary kneeling on the ground were twitching abnormally.

"He's trying to find a way to resist..."

W was suddenly shocked—this, this is an Originium technique? !

W realized that Theresa was not as she had imagined, that she did not have the absolute prestige and ability to make everyone lay down their weapons, creating a period of peace on the battlefield.

Theresa used magic!

"Is...is that so?"

W felt a sharp pain in his mind and even deep in his soul.

Did this really happen, or was it just a dream she had?

W felt his eyes suddenly light up.

Where did she enter?

The scene before her frightened W so much that she took a step back. Countless transparent cylindrical containers were displayed in front of her.

Huge machines gripped these containers and changed their positions. The human bodies in the glass containers were taken out by mechanical arms and transferred to other places via the assembly line. Every race had one, and all the races on Terra appeared here.

Even the noble royal family of Tikaz.

The same barcode fluorescence flashed on the back of those people's necks, as if those digital codes were their true identities.

In the culture medium to the left of W, a film suddenly opened its eyes. Prismatic symbols appeared in the film's eyes, and the faint blue light of the data stream passed through its irises, eventually turning into countless data torrents that she could not understand.

"This is?!"

"Technology for creating life?!"

W realized that all the people in front of him were artificially created.

"Hmm~"

A voice echoed from the end. "One of the truths behind the door pursued by Quesatusta, and the mysteries of life sought by the Pardoner and his companions, are now revealed before you. One of the powers of the Demon King is the power to create and nurture life."

A familiar figure appeared at the end of the columnar containers. The tips of her pink hair shone brightly in the dim light. She had a gentle smile on her face, but the compassion between her brows could not be erased, making people feel sad and distressed for her.

"Your Highness...Your Highness?"

W murmured in a daze, but his instinctive consciousness subconsciously tightened the weapon in his hand.

"Ah~"

Theresa's smile grew a little more intense, revealing a sense of relief, making it seem even sweeter.

But it seemed that under this warm and gentle smile, the compassion between her brows became even more intense, which was simply heartbreaking.

"W sure enough still remembers me."

Theresa walked forward slowly.

"really?"

W was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had not met Theresa this time, nor had he been influenced by Theresa on the battlefield, and had not possessed noble and beautiful beliefs.

She went to Longmen early in the morning and deceived Wei Laoer by using Tallulah's identity, asking Wei Laoer to give her some money to go to Ursus to search for Tallulah's whereabouts and find a way to bring Tallulah back to Longmen.

She took the money and ran away to Colombia, where she became rich by doing real estate... This time, she shouldn't have met Theresa at all.

"Damn it... Why didn't that bastard come to catch me this time? If I could just get caught, I wouldn't have to worry about all these troublesome things. Everyone knows I can't use my brain..."

W cursed inwardly.

"W? Ah~ It should be Wishdale."

Theresa walked forward slowly. "It's so kind of you to remember me, Vishdel. Hasn't Vishdel been troubled by terrible things? It's like being haunted by one nightmare after another that never ends."

W subconsciously stepped back, "Don't come over here... You're right, I don't know you. This, this damn place is too scary, you're freaking me out."

W looked at a transparent cylindrical container that was being transported, and his red-gold eyes widened slightly as he looked at Carters immersed in the blue fluorescent solution.

She recognized the Carters.

"A...Amiya?"

W subconsciously uttered a name.

"Ah~"

The smile on Theresa's face became even more relieved. "Vishdel still remembers Amiya~"

"what is this?"

W asked.

"A plan, a plan to save the future of this land."

Theresa whispered, "Vishdel..."

boom--

W directly raised the Originium howitzer in his hand, and the Originium skill stimulated the Originium vitality, and he pulled the trigger directly to fire at Theresa.

"I'm not interested in hearing this from you!"

"I only know that you scare me!!!"

W growled and opened fire. She was really afraid of the prince she admired and loved. She was so frightened that her calves were shaking. All the roars and curses she made were just to give herself courage.

The explosions bloomed in the air at an extremely slow rate, as if they were frozen by some extremely powerful force.

A holy light lit up, and the gentle light engulfed the explosion caused by the Origin Grenade, submerging W in an instant.

W just felt like he was back on the battlefield again, and was once again enveloped by such gentle light.

"It's alright, Wishdale."

Theresa reached out and stroked W's face. "The nightmare will end. I will also help you purify your soul."