The World's So Big-Let It Burn!

Moro's teeth chattered.

What this guy did was truly evil—he had actually turned her into a woman.

"Women are terrifying. They hide within the guna of sorrow and are forever embodiments of the senses!" Sweat streamed all over Moro's body as she said, "The guna of sorrow brings blind stupidity and makes rationality impossible!"

"No wonder I felt sad. No wonder I wanted to cry!"

"So I've become an idiot!"

Moro shook her head, her eyes glazed as she muttered to herself.

She sorrowfully stretched out her hands, then suddenly pressed her palms together and prayed to Indra. "Creator, destroy me. I don't want to become a life-form like this!"

Hearing this, Indra lowered his head and looked at Moro before him, unable to keep himself from lightly shaking his head.

She was panicking!

This fellow was panicking!

"Both men and women are born through the cycle of the three gunas. Men have deeper tamas and are more prone to anger, while women are blindly foolish and often sink into dull-wittedness!"

"Look at you. You've turned into a woman and started obsessing over a dead end!"

"Do you think I'd kill you?"

Indra said.

Life was precious and unique. It was never wrong to be cautious about taking lives.

Though this Moro was somewhat evil, she had only just been born and still had her uses. Naturally, he would give her a chance.

"Go on!"

Go on! Go on! Go on!

With that, Indra suddenly turned around. His tall back shimmered with radiance, and his scarlet cape billowed up, burning like flames.

Moro lowered her head and ground her teeth.

At that moment, Indra slightly turned sideways and glanced at Moro behind him. "Come with me and fulfill your mission. If you save people, I won't mind restoring your body."