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This was a realm no one could reach.
This was a world no one could enter.
Within this realm, this world, only Emerald wandered like a soul.
Because this was inside Lilith the Evil God—inside the Goddess, in the depths of her consciousness, or rather, her very "soul."
Here, Emerald felt herself becoming dazed and hazy, even her very existence growing extremely unstable.
I'm going to fall apart.
I'm going to collapse.
I'm going to disappear.
I can't hold on anymore.
Though she did not feel any discomfort, sensations like these kept flooding Emerald's mind, making her understand just how terrible her condition was.
It was like being soaked in deadly poison while having lost the ability to feel pain. Rather than being fine, it was even more dangerous.
That was how Emerald felt now.
Under such sensations, Emerald began to trace back through her memories.
She could not speak.
Nor was she truly mature.
Even after living for nearly ten thousand years, Emerald had grown somewhat in terms of personality and reason, but she had developed in a rather wrong direction.
She wanted to strengthen her reason and the power of her personality to resist the main body that rejected her. Yet the chaotic nature governed by the main body had constantly suppressed the growth of her personality and reason, causing even her rationality and intellect to develop in a somewhat strange direction.
In certain areas, she knew much and understood deeply, appearing more worldly than an elder who had lived for a century—almost transcendent.
But in other areas, she only half-understood, or understood nothing at all. She was worse than even a child.
This contradictory, malformed state of consciousness had persisted for nearly ten thousand years. Sometimes it made Emerald anxious, and sometimes it drove her to