Star Iron, after using the mod to make the Big Black Tower dark, the game became real

At that time, she loved poetry, flowers, and all kinds of beautiful things, especially pretty clothes.

With nimble fingers, she sewed herself a garment as pure as a saint's, the delicate silk flowing like a stream, using a spindle with silk threads.

Her petite figure was hidden under the long robe. She only needed to tiptoe and spin around in place, and the hem of her skirt would bloom like a flower.

She tiptoed and danced to the mirror, her long, pale golden hair cascading down like a waterfall.

In the mirror, the flawless girl's eyes shone brightly as she proudly twirled her soft hair around her fingertips. This beautiful sight made time itself seem to stand still for a few seconds.

Then came the tragedy.

A girl from an ivory tower accidentally stumbles into the cold adult world.

Beauty is worthless in the face of cruel reality.

Warriors are sacrificing themselves, heroes are falling, and cities are crumbling.

She had no idea how much she would lose by stepping forward; she simply did it, pointing the sword—which she had once only used for amusement—at the enemy for the first time.

Protect the people affected by the disaster, and wield your sword to defeat the powerful enemy.

Back and forth.

Until she came to her senses, the beautiful clothes she had woven by hand were already tattered, and the brutal battles had made her change countless swords.

The original weapon might have broken, had a chipped blade, or something else... In short, it's gone forever.

She was a little sad, but more than that, she felt a sense of responsibility. To protect others and meet their expectations, she began her campaign.

The long years passed over her, fading away the last trace of naivety and innocence.

She shouldered the divine authority of "romance".

As she chased the flames, precious things began to slip away, but she was too busy; the number of people she had to save did not decrease, but rather increased.

Disasters, famines, wars...

Those ahead of her were experiencing losses far more painful than she was, and she had no time to care about herself.

She had no idea what the loss of something precious meant.

By the time she found out, she had already become indifferent due to the wear and tear on her mind.

Because of the prophecy that some people had to be sacrificed, emotional numbness ensued.

The "human" aspect withered rapidly, while the "divine" aspect became cold and ruthless; she even stopped adhering to her initial goal.

He ultimately died in a conspiracy orchestrated by the Senate.

Or perhaps, she was nearing the end of her life, and died with her humanity exhausted.

……

"She's dead."

"For the sake of so-called destiny, for the sake of a prophecy, she embraced the ending of the oracle and died in gold."

Xia shrugged, looking indifferent.

“Many people hate her. Half of the people in the holy city hate her, and the other half don’t like her much either.”

"You think those people are ungrateful? Ha, guess how many years before Aglaia died, she didn't care about public opinion? More than a thousand years."

"When she died, she was almost forced to step down by public opinion. The Senate and the Fire Chaser voted one to one. She probably realized at that time that it was time for her to die."

"The only thing she could do was to bring about a spectacular death, to make up for her indifference towards others with her death, and to take away Ohma's incurable disease. Her remaining value was to die."

"How should I put it... let me think."

“I believe that Aglaia has been a living corpse for over a thousand years.”

"A demigoddess of 'romance' to the extreme. Ironically, such was her life; from the day she decided to bear the divine power of romance, she was destined for a tragic death."

Xia sighed at that moment, offering a small token of respect for this tragedy.

"Her divinity obliterated everything she loved. In the end, she loved Onphalus as a whole, but not anyone else."

"All my negative opinions about her are directed at the 'Romantic Demigod.' As for her humanity, all I can say is... that girl loved this holy city too much. She succeeded, protecting it for over a thousand years, but what was the price? Did people love her?"

"She made a hypocritical sacrifice before they were willing to show her any pity."

Jiang Wei understood Aglaia to some extent.

"If possible, don't let her return to the Holy City. She has dedicated over a thousand years to Ohmah, that's enough. It would be heartbreaking for her to set foot on this land again."

Xia waved goodbye at that moment.

Jiang Wei is going to find Aglaia to complete the final piece of the oracle.

Chapter 76 The Arms Race Between the Empire and the Destroyer Star God

“Sefalia, have I not tried hard enough? If I had tried a little harder, cared about the people, and given them even the smallest bit of concern, things wouldn’t have come to this.”

“Aya…”

"I am fine."

Aglaia stopped her sword dance.

On their shoulders lie the expectations, respect, and final disappointment of the people of the holy city for a thousand years.

I recall that public vote, in which the Fire Chaser and the Senate tied for the same number of votes.

How did things come to this?

Half of the public does not support her, or even opposes her?

Why did she remain indifferent to the people for such a long period of time?

Those tragedies did not arouse her pity at all; her heart was as hard as stone.

"Aglaia".

A male voice burst into the temple.

Aglaia turned around, and the sorrow in her eyes quickly vanished, replaced by a gentle smile.

"You've come. Is there something you need?"

"Aglaia and Saifeier, hello. I've been so busy collecting Storm Crystals lately that we haven't had a proper chat."

Jiang Wei greeted them.

As Aglaia grew up, she became even more beautiful. Her flowing dresses were like flowers on a high mountain, her soft hair was the color of gold, and her eyes were bright and spirited.

After regaining her humanity, her personality retained a touch of romance from her teenage years.

Aglaia, who lost her humanity after becoming a demigod, is, as Naxya said, a "romantic demigod," not a human.

Saifei is a rather cute catgirl with fluffy cat ears and short, silver-white hair.

Jiang Wei saw playfulness and liveliness in her eyes; she had a lot of clever ideas.

A tail swayed gently behind her, and Jiang Wei's target remained above, moving with the tail.

Seemingly feeling uncomfortable under Jiang Wei's gaze, Sai Feier hid her tail and flashed a bright smile.

"Welcome, Your Excellency! Please speak freely."

“I’m here to ask Aglaia for help. Recently, the Empire has established factions. In addition to the Golden Blood, I would like to ask Aglaia to take on the role of Oracle, as her golden silk is well-suited for this.”

Aglaia binds fate together with golden threads, protects Ohma, and her behavior is well-suited to her faction.

"Join the Oracle?"

She hesitated for half a second, then smiled and answered gently.

"no problem."

Sai Fei'er saw that the conversation was over and Jiang Wei was probably about to leave.

Under Aglaia's somewhat warning gaze, she walked to Jiang Wei's side, tugged at his sleeve, and pleaded in a tone.

"Jiang Wei, can you do me a favor?"

"How to help?"

“Aglaia can’t get over that past.”

For the other Golden Blood, their resurrection signifies the beginning of a new life.

Only with Aglaia was it like a sinner whose mission had ended was forcibly given another chapter in their life.

Aglaia only smiles happily when she recalls her teenage years; otherwise, an indescribable gloom makes her feel particularly heavy.

"Sefalia, Lord Jiang Wei is very busy, don't cause trouble."

"fine."

Jiang Wei raised his hand to stop Aglaia.

“I’m not in a hurry. You are all members of factions, especially you, Aglaia, as a member of both the Golden Blood and the Oracle factions. I will take good care of you. I already spoke with Nakasha on the way here.”

"It's him……"

Aglaia was a little depressed.

Jiang Wei was the governor of the empire, holding a high position and great power. After thinking for a few seconds, Aglaia decided to ask him for help.

"Lord Jiang Wei."

"Just call me Jiang Wei, don't be so formal."

"I want to know how many mistakes I've made. Have I been too ignoring of the people's wishes? Have I been too wary of everyone? Or am I simply incompetent...?"

"neither."

Looking at Aglaia's emotional attitude, Jiang Wei suddenly realized something.

As Aglaia lost her humanity, she gained divinity. Her growth was unhealthy; she didn't gain much, but instead lost the most important emotion.

After regaining her humanity, she was completely unable to adapt to her current situation.

Her status as a demigod for over a thousand years had taken over the girl's desire for pretty clothes, a fact hinted at in her subtle indifference.

Jiang Wei had become somewhat accustomed to the psychological trauma he felt towards Huang Jinyi.

What are the commonalities of living in a miserable world?

Feng Jin was somewhat insecure, but she relied on a strong sense of responsibility to shoulder the mission of the journey to chase the fire.

The butterfly dared not interact with others, developing a pitiful conditioned reflex.

Aglaia is under a lot of mental pressure, but compared to the previous two, she only needs to rest for a while. After all, so many years of life have given her some ability to withstand pressure.

“Aglaia, there’s no need to worry about these things. You’ve protected the Holy City for over a thousand years, and that’s your contribution. You’ve fully realized your value. No matter who criticizes you or hates you, you just need to know that you did your best.”

"But I don't think this is doing my best..."

"Let's take a break."

Jiang Wei interrupted her. The loss of humanity allowed her to bear more pressure, but the restoration of humanity also made it difficult for her to accept reality easily.

"listen to me."

“Aglaia, regardless of your previous identity, from today onwards you are a member of the Empire’s ‘Golden Blood’ faction and the ‘Oracle’ faction. Onfaros is your home. You can do whatever you want here. There will be no more danger here. The Empire will protect everything.”

"Your mission is over."

Not everyone has the courage to live in a world that is hated by others.

Especially when she tried her best and wore down her mental state, she was not recognized at all. This was too painful for Aglaia, who was more idealistic, and her whole life seemed to have lost its meaning.

Therefore, Jiang Wei had to give her a new meaning.

Hearing this, Aglaia was stunned for a long time.

With a hint of reluctance, she surveyed the holy city beneath the clouds.

"Thank you."

She really needs to rest for a while.

Even if she still wants to protect the Holy City, she can take advantage of the holiday to read more books and learn some management skills, things she didn't have time for before but can do now.

……