People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Aifanil? Take me away quickly."

"what?"

Aifanil was visibly taken aback for a moment, but immediately nodded.

"Come with me, Your Highness. The General has been looking for you for a long time. Today is a very important day."

"A big day?"

As Theresa followed Aifanir out of the crowd bowing in worship, she suddenly realized something and pressed for an answer.

"Do you want Qilu Saner novels updated daily? Open the stone coffin?"

“Hmm.” Aifanir nodded.

"Where's Kal'tsit?" Theresa swallowed hard. "Do you know Kal'tsit?"

Aifanil glanced back at Theresa with a strange expression, then nodded.

"I recognize it."

"Didn't you and General Theresis find out the location of the sarcophagus from her?"

"The coffin was supposed to be officially opened this morning, but you said you felt uneasy and needed to leave temporarily. It's already afternoon now, and I'm here on the general's orders to ask if you still want to open the stone coffin as scheduled today?"

Does Kal'tsit exist in this world?

Theresa breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It's good to have Kal'tsit.

In the previous world, the doctor directly destroyed the world, his reason being, "You have no evidence."

Controlling for variables, Theresa could only conclude that Kal'tsit, who should have been present, was missing, and that the Agorians violently broke open the sarcophagus.

If Aphrodite wasn't lying this time, then she learned about the sarcophagus from Kal'tsit. In that case, if she takes Kal'tsit with her, the Doctor's attitude should change.

"Aifanir, do me a favor and bring Kal'tsit to the scene, okay?"

"Theresia said softly."

Aifanier frowned, but the words of the "sage" were beyond question, so he nodded and accepted the order:

"As ordered."

"No need to be so formal."

Theresa gently rubbed Aifanir's head.

Although the two may look to be the same age, Aifanil is practically a child that Theresa has watched grow up! Theresa loves children, and she held Aifanil countless times when he was little!

With a somewhat helpless expression, Aifanir tidied his hair, pointed out the direction to Theresa, and then turned and left.

A moment later, Theresa arrived in front of the familiar Rhodes Island.

This time, waiting here were no longer Agor's scientists or representatives from various countries of the Terra Federation, but only Theresis.

"You're late. Did you have a premonition about something?"

Upon meeting, Therese frowned and asked.

Theresa pursed her lips and shook her head slightly:

"It's alright, just wait a moment. I've sent Aifanir to fetch Kal'tsit."

"Kelsey?"

Therese was visibly taken aback, but seeing the smile on Theresa's lips, he still didn't ask the question he wanted to ask.

A few minutes later, Aifanil arrived at the scene with a disheveled Kal'tsit.

Theresa sensed something was wrong.

"Kelsey?"

Kal'tsit raised her head and glanced at Theresa. Her eyes were devoid of light, and a mocking smile played on her lips.

Theresa's heart skipped a beat.

not good!

However, beside her, Theresis had already unsealed the sarcophagus.

The Doctor slowly emerged from among them, his gaze sweeping over the four people present from under his hood. Theresis was recounting the story of how the brother and sister conquered the land, achieved unification, and brought "eternal peace," and was formally requesting the Doctor's help. Aifanir was serving at his side, holding a bone pen in his hand, from which a chain of spells was being drawn, appearing and disappearing on Kal'tsit's neck, limbs, and small tail.

And Theresa

Theresa turned around, a hint of panic flashing across her face.

"Bo"

The moment she opened her mouth, she met the doctor's gaze, which had suddenly turned from doubt to icy coldness.

The next second, that question, "Age," rang out again:

"Where's Precious?"

The nations of Terra submit to Agor's worldline.

Theresa awoke and walked out of the broken church door, where she was stopped by Ascalon. As one of the leaders of the resistance, she was taken to the ruins of Rhodes Island and had her sarcophagus opened.

There is no Kal'tsit.

"Where's Precious?"

Kazdel, the land of angels, is a world line that connects to the angelic realm.

Theresa awakens as a Sarkaz and is found by Kal'tsit, who seeks the location of the sarcophagus.

Kal'tsit declined to comment.

The stone coffin was opened by unknown individuals.

"Where's Precious?"

"Where's Precious?"

"Precys"

Theresa returned to the church.

Countless deaths, countless witnesses of the world's destruction, countless times seeing Ascalon, Theresis, Efanil, and even Amiya turn to stone and die before his eyes, countless times hearing that question that sounded like a death sentence.

Theresa couldn't help but cover her head.

This time, a voice came from behind her beforehand:

"Do you know now?"

It took Theresa a while to realize who the voice belonged to.

[Demon King]?

She turned her head and looked at the figure she had been away from for countless worlds.

"Demon King?"

Now you know?

What do you know?

The horror of the world being destroyed before our very eyes?

The pain of helplessness?

Feeling utterly helpless and frustrated, unable to find any way to break the deadlock?

Or will we just have to keep repeating this tragic cycle?

She had considered that the creator who had brought all the suffering to Terra was no benevolent being.

But she really didn't expect that the Creator was even more ruthless than the word "ruthless"!

She hadn't even seen the Creator yet, and was already like a powerless scale, thrown into a pot and fried countless times.

The Creator actually asked her what she had learned from these countless cycles of tragedy.

Seeing that Theresa did not answer, the Demon King smiled slightly: Two

"I'm just repeating what you did to her countless times on you."

"How does it feel to have a once close friend suddenly become a complete stranger to you?"

"How does it feel to have everything stopped and destroyed by the person you trust most?"

"So, what are your thoughts on what you've done?"

Theresa's expression froze for a moment.

Then, she suddenly understood something, looked at the Demon King, and asked: *Whoosh*

"The name of the Creator is..."

"She is [Prismus]."

The Demon King nodded calmly, confirming Theresa's guess.

"A name that has been forgotten."

"It's all your fault, Theresa."

Theresa suddenly understood what had happened.

But after she finally learned the reason behind everything, her anxiety subsided.

The Demon King then asked logically:

"Do you regret it now, Theresa?"

“For everything you have done, for your irresponsible act of rashly erasing other people’s memories, for the sins you have committed against the Creator.”

"If you regret it now, this torment will end. She will see you."

However, Theresa unexpectedly shook her head firmly.

"Do not."

"Why?" The Demon King slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed all along. The diamond shape in his pupils was exceptionally cold and striking.

Theresa's expression was exceptionally solemn and serious:

"Because only if I do that can Terra survive."

“You have proven this to me, Your Excellency Precys.”

Chapter 855 Precys: This move, taught by Ernst, is called killing someone by destroying their spirit!

There aren't so many whys.

Theresa was a mature ruler; although her ideas were idealistic, her methods were never divorced from reality.

In building the Tower of Babel, she chose to have volunteers serve as doctors and teachers. Doctors were the easiest to gain the favor of the Sarkaz, as a single treatment could potentially save a life, while teachers were the most likely to influence the future of the Sarkaz, as they directly interacted with the next generation and could introduce the concepts of kindness and harmony into the children's hearts as early as possible.

She simply failed. The radicals, the die-hards, or to put it bluntly, the reactionary forces within the Sarkaz were too powerful, so they united to annihilate the large-scale social experiment of the Tower of Babel. But victory and defeat are common occurrences in warfare, and one failure cannot be considered a mistake on Theresa's part.

It's like you're a disabled person with both legs crippled. You've tried your best, but you still haven't been able to stand up and become an ordinary person. This doesn't mean that your desire to stand up is wrong, nor does it mean that your efforts are wrong.

The subsequent Kazdel Civil War proved her methods. Even though she had almost squandered her reputation among the radicals in the early struggles, she still managed to win over nearly half of the Sarkaz forces to her side after the outbreak of the civil war.

Then, she appointed the Doctor, who was not a Sarkaz or even a Terran commander, to lead her troops. Not every emperor has to be good at fighting. Knowing people and making good use of them is also a kind of ability.

She just failed once again.

Is this failure shameful?

He was personally set up by the leader of the ancient civilization's scientific research project, surrounded and attacked by hero-level Sarkaz assassins. Without any support of his own, he protected a defenseless girl named Katarina, killed all the assassins, and finally died from his injuries. Was this defeat shameful?

It's by no means shameful, after all, the person who plotted against her was the Doctor, and she herself wasn't even prepared. She was caught off guard and had to fight with a "burden." The fact that she could fight like this is enough to demonstrate Theresa's combat power.

It could be said that Theresa's life ended with her persisting in her beliefs and facing failures. But in the end, she still did what she wanted to do.

She found a way for Terra to survive!

To be or not to be, that is the question. Theresa chose to live.

The more Prestis emphasized the Doctor's importance, his countless destructions of Terra, his crushing of Theresa like ants, and his numerous feats of restarting the world, the more Theresa realized that she had done the right thing.

"I have gone through 365 reincarnations."