Despairing Black, Deathly White, and an endless expanse of white as filler.
But in the end, the weeping woman seemed blood-red, then numb gray, only to transform into hatred that rushed straight at the viewer in the next instant.
She hated her own death, hated her own apocalypse, hated that she had not been saved, hated that even after dying, she still could not rest in peace. She hated every living being outside, and she hated the enslaver staring at her from beyond the lens.
"This thing would make an ordinary person drop dead the day they put it in their home. Even Law Decree-level Professionals wouldn't last three days."
As an appraiser, the former evil god said this as she looked at the excessively extreme black, gray, white, and red on the sheet before her.
"Even the cursed objects I made back then weren't as wicked as yours. This is the most outrageous one."
Looking at the lump of "cursed" material before her, Chris was both startled and unable to understand.
"I can feel her soul. She clearly shouldn't have one anymore. I can't be mistaken—she was dead beyond dead, not even scraps left. Yet now, she has a soul again. She has another path to survival."
Through killing, devouring, or perhaps fusion, as long as she continuously "perfected" herself, she might have a chance to be resurrected.
"There is no absolute dead end for life. Or rather, as long as something still exists in this world, it may begin again, even if that possibility is infinitesimal," Lu PingAn said calmly. His professional path and life experiences had merged together; perhaps that was also an inevitable path for High-Level Professionals.
It was not that power had to be integrated into belief. Rather, the beliefs of High-Level Professionals themselves were