It Seems Like the Feeling of a Crushing Heart

Claw Nest, underground cavern.

The magical screen suspended in midair came to an abrupt halt.

With the dissolution of Luo Er's soul, the imaging magic lost its carrier and could no longer transmit the scene.

Bishop Eugenia, along with the group of players locked and detained in iron cages, saw only this final image.

The girl at the center had not escaped unscathed either. Her coarse brown-gray linen robe was stained with patches of blood, and her left hand hung frozen in midair, fingers curled inward into a tight fist.

Without knowing the context, anyone who saw this scene would feel that this girl—clearly young, her face still carrying traces of childishness—was nonetheless so bloody and brutal. The stark contrast was enough to send chills down one's spine.

But if one knew the full story...

"Tsk." A clicking sound, as if she had discovered something extremely interesting, escaped the lips of the woman in the bishop's robe.

She was Luo Er's superior, the Fire God Cult's representative in Huodian City. Her dispatched subordinates had been wiped out, and the leading mage had had his head crushed, dead beyond dead.

Yet, looking at this bishop, she seemed utterly unconcerned, as if those dead people had nothing to do with her.

Even more, she hadn't even glanced at Luo Er. Instead, her attention and gaze were entirely fixed on Vivian.

Suddenly, the woman's red lips moved slightly, as if she were mimicking the shape of the girl's final words from the screen.

"Witch?"

When she reconstructed what Vivian had said—

Pfft.

Pfft!

Giggle giggle giggle giggle!

As if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, the woman sitting in the bishop's chair couldn't hold it in. She doubled over, clutching her stomach, laughing so hard her whole body shook.

"Interesting."

"This is just too interesting!"

The remaining Fire God Cult followers kneeling before the woman exchanged bewildered glances, none of them understanding what had come over their bishop.

A bold and observant cultist quickly stepped forward to ask the woman.

"B-Bishop, should we report this to the church and have them send reinforcements from Huodian City to—"

Boom!

A violent surge of magic erupted from the woman's hand. A blazing fireball, carrying immense force, blasted the cultist—who had barely finished his suggestion—clean off his feet.

The cavern shook, countless fragments of stone raining down. The rock wall was smashed inward into a large crater by the Fireball spell.

The commotion from a second-tier spell was so great that even the Magic Tyrannosaurus, Claw Nest, sleeping under a hypnotic spell, twitched its eyelids as if on the verge of waking.

As for that poor cultist—

He had been reduced to nothing under the Fireball, not even ashes left.

Swish!

The remaining cultists immediately lowered their heads even deeper, trembling, each terrified that they might be the next to suffer.

"Listen up, all of you." The woman flicked the hand that had just thrown the Fireball.

"Call back everyone on perimeter watch and still outside the forest. Every single one of you, stay put in the nest. Don't go anywhere else. Understood?"

"Yes, Bishop!"

After finishing that and dismissing her underlings, the woman lounged lazily in the bishop's chair, her fingers tapping rhythmically.

"Seeing how much potential you have..."

"Big sis will give you a hand this time." The woman murmured to herself.

"After all."

She paused mid-sentence. Her golden, beautiful pupils began to eerily shift to gray, and with that came an aura completely opposite to that of the Fire God Cult bishop.

Evil and dark.

"After all, we're all Witches, aren't we? Even if you only call yourself one. Pfft. I can't. It's too adorable. Giggle."

The iron cages holding the players on the cavern wall.

The cages were still shaking from the aftermath of the woman's Fireball.

"Boss, these Fire God Cult guys are starting to fight among themselves!" The players inside the iron cages, though imprisoned, had a clear view of everything happening in the nest due to their vantage point.

They couldn't hear clearly what the bishop woman was saying, but judging by her actions, they guessed that Luo Er's failure had driven her into a rage, and she was taking it out on her subordinates. She'd even blasted one to death!

"Hahaha, that b*tch deserves it!" Chang Lu Man Man laughed heartily, slapping his thigh in approval.

From the Fire God Cult assassins' encounter with Vivian and the others, to the Fire Mage Luo Er's fight with the girl, the mood of Chang Lu Man Man and his group had been a rollercoaster.

First, they were thrilled by Vivian's sudden burst of powerful magic, then frustrated and furious that the girl only defended and never attacked, ultimately letting Luo Er escape.

But who would have thought the situation would take another turn? The little wolf beside the girl dragged Luo Er back, and after some exchange between them, the girl finally crushed the bastard's head.

Exhilarating!

That pinch from Vivian struck straight at Chang Lu Man Man's heart. After all, the reason their group of players was trapped here in the first place was entirely thanks to that Luo Er.

So Chang Lu Man Man didn't feel the slightest bit of cruelty, ruthlessness, or terrifying brutality from the girl covered in blood and grime, even with stains still on her face.

On the contrary, at this moment, Chang Lu Man Man's heart held only one feeling.

This is...

So freaking cool!!

Paired with Vivian's especially youthful, childish face, the combination made Chang Lu Man Man, who didn't even know her name yet, already conjure up an image of a cold-blooded killer little loli.

Love it, love it.

Oh no!

It feels like a crush!

His heart had barely been basking in bliss when Chang Lu Man Man suddenly remembered something. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a burst of cursing.

"Son of a bitch! No wonder Big Watermelon and Melee God of Magic leveled up so fast—they latched onto my goddess's super-thigh! Damn! Shameless bastards!"

Anyone could hear the thick sourness dripping from his words.

"Hey, you guys! Hurry up! We were idiots earlier and didn't start recording. When the final showdown comes, every single one of you better turn on your recordings. Make sure you capture clearly how my goddess beats this b*tch to a pulp!"

Chang Lu Man Man and his group mistakenly thought the female bishop recalled all her subordinates because she was scared, planning to gather strength for a last stand.

The players took this as an important hidden storyline, each one impatiently rubbing their eyes in eager anticipation, full of expectation.

Chang Lu Man Man was already secretly scheming in his heart. When the goddess arrived later, he'd figure out how to perform so she'd remember him, pushing Big Watermelon and Melee God of Magic out of the way.

Each harbored their own thoughts, but everyone waited for the same thing.

They waited for Vivian.

To charge in!