Already Accustomed to Death

Silence began to descend over the ruins.

The wavering and confusion in Ophelia's eyes had vanished.

Yet sorrow surged up once more, filling those eyes that resembled ominous red moons.

Her pure white hair fluttered in the wind again, making the expression of this snow elf, bound by her sorrowful past, seem on the verge of tears.

Then, Ophelia spoke.

"This is my fate."

Just as she had said earlier, Ophelia spoke softly.

"No one can shatter it."

Even though Fang Li had severed her school emblem on the spot, Ophelia's fate had not been shattered.

"Once fate begins, it cannot be stopped. Even if you defeat me, even if you are stronger than me, a new fate will still descend upon me."

Ophelia spoke mournfully.

"Because I have that value."

The strongest rank of witch created artificially.

She was indeed an extraordinarily valuable existence.

Just imagine it. If witches like Ophelia could be mass-produced, what would this world become?

And if everyone possessed a brutal ability like Ophelia's, capable of taking everything around them, what would this world become then?

Yet to the so-called Integrated Enterprise Conglomerate, what the world became was never the main concern.

The Integrated Enterprise Conglomerate cared only about profit.

Naturally, if witches like Ophelia could be mass-produced, the profits they could bring would be immeasurable.

However, why Ophelia had been able to become a witch of the strongest rank was still a subject of research.

At present, even research into artificially created Star Pulse Generation had yet to fully take shape, so that level was naturally beyond reach.

Still, even if they could only uncover the method for creating artificial Star Pulse Generation, it would be enough to cause an enormous impact.

Thus, Ophelia's very existence possessed astonishing value.

As a research subject.

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