Reality, an unknown city somewhere in China, a large flat.
The trial had ended. Ai Si slowly opened her eyes as she lay in the bathtub. This was how she relaxed her body and mind, but this time, neither was relaxed in the slightest.
Her mind kept replaying Lord Foolish Play's message delivered by Cheng Shi. She wondered if, once she was truly accepted by Death, she might finally have hope of guarding her own life as a Gravekeeper.
As for the price of guarding the grave... Heh, it was only killing a few people. For a believer in war, that was hardly difficult.
She was finally going to escape this sea of suffering called war. At the thought, Ai Si rose from the bathtub, wrapped herself in a towel, and stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the silent city outside with endless emotion.
In fact, on the day the Faith Game descended, her first choice had not been the war of civilization. She had been more inclined toward Truth of the same fate. But as the saying went, Ai Si was somewhat shrewd. She knew that one had to be both offensive and defensive to go farther amid upheaval. So, in order to accommodate the Priest profession that could preserve her life, she had no choice but to make what she believed at the time was the optimal choice: become a Priest of War, a player who could both fight and heal.
The idea had been beautiful, but reality was harsh. Although War did possess various talents for violent output, the foundation of the Priest profession remained what it was. No matter how strong her damage became, it had its limits.
Thus, helplessly, Ai Si had continually tried to change this predicament as she kept climbing the rankings,