Choice

Upon hearing the Emperor of Siqi's words, Bai Lingmiao slowly clenched both hands. Her expression turned exceptionally ugly, and she seemed unable to keep herself standing steadily.

Vacuum Hometown existed. The Unborn Mother had said so herself. Her family was living there now, free from all care and worry.

After she died, she would be able to reunite with them. Bai Lingmiao had always believed that with absolute certainty.

But when something she believed so firmly stood opposed to one million eight hundred and ten thousand lives, Bai Lingmiao's heart began to twist in conflict.

"Since Vacuum Hometown is real, then death is merely changing to another place to live. If so, why—why am I resisting this so fiercely?"

Yet the Emperor of Siqi continued pressing his advantage. "Miss Bai, think it over carefully. Spend a little over a million old, weak, sick, and crippled people now, and in the future you'll gain nine million good believers. When has there ever been a deal this certain to bring profit without loss?"

"Look, this way, I win, you win, and the Unborn Mother far away in Vacuum Hometown wins too. No one loses out. What is the Holy Maiden still dawdling for?"

Hearing this, Bai Lingmiao took a deep breath. The hand trembling faintly against her chest suddenly dropped, as though she had made some sort of decision.

"Your Majesty, is this a business deal? Is that how accounts are calculated? Do you know that they... they are people? Living, breathing people! Even if they are crippled, even if they are useless, they are still living, breathing people!" Bai Lingmiao recalled everything in Oxheart Village.

"Do you know how many people will grieve over their deaths? Do you know how unbearable it is to lose one's family?!"

The Emperor of Siqi