Chapter 2 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The excruciating pain of all the bones in her body breaking clearly made her feel what it was like to be alive.

The clothes on her body and her surroundings were telling her that this was not the world she was familiar with. Perhaps this was hell, or another world that nobody knew about.

“Hah!”

A rebellious and crazy smile escaped from her lips, seemingly revealing her neatly-arranged teeth.

With a push of her hands, she rose from the ground and ignored the crackling sounds of her bones and the pain from her meridians. She took a huge step forward.

She walked out of the corpse mountain that had been covering her, but still found herself standing in a sea of corpses.

Her straight and determined back view did not reveal the excruciating pain she was suffering at all. It was as if her back would not be bent, even if the sky collapsed at this very moment.

“Who cares if it’s hell or a Godfiend world? Since I’m here… If I’m a God, there would be no fiends in the world. If I’m a fiend… even the Gods can’t do anything about me!

I take control of my life, no one else!”

With this grandiloquence, the weakly beating heart in her chest started pumping intensely. The rapid heartbeats sounded determined and unyielding, booming like thunder next to one’s ear.

She took a deep breath and the cold, harsh air invaded her lungs, causing it to prick in a satisfying manner.

She suddenly turned around and the corpse mountain that had buried her entered her view again.

She was not stupid or ignorant. On the other hand, she was very experienced and could easily tell the cause of death of the group of armored warriors.

They died to protect her.

In order to protect her, the backs of these warriors were stuck with sharp arrows. From their tightly clenched fists and all their final stances of lunging towards their centre, she could see their hopelessness, anger, frustration and the determination to give up their lives for fulfilling their mission.

They had something similar to her in her previous life.

It was a pity that the lives they sacrificed and the secure and safe palace they built with their corpses could not protect the person they wanted to help ultimately and benefitted her instead.

She found a fire starter near the side of her belt.

This tool was an old-fashioned lighter. Even though she had not used it before, she still took the cap out coolly and allowed the air to come into contact with the phosphorus powder, starting a fire ball.

The small fire rose in the air and happily danced on the paper.

She did not even take a look at it and threw it into the air.