The Final Sacrifice
"You're awake?"
Nietzsche struggled to open his eyes. It felt as though a lead weight had been stuffed inside his head, and nausea kept surging up his throat until he had to clench his teeth and could not speak.
Around him, rows of wooden shelves and goods stood neatly arranged. He had clearly returned to Andy's general store.
Fang Yuan stood off to one side, wiping a porcelain vase. In a critical tone, he said, "With your current abilities, you actually tried to cast a curse of that magnitude? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"That woman... She hunted me before!" Nietzsche finally managed to settle the sick churn in his chest and spoke in a low voice.
"Even so, that's no excuse for acting rashly... If I hadn't arrived in time, that curse would have killed you too..." Fang Yuan shook his head.
"How... are things?" Nietzsche asked, struggling to sit up.
"Not good... They didn't catch you, but the Worship Eye Church clearly had a backup plan. They found a suitable sacrifice..." Fang Yuan shrugged. "By now, they should be performing the Soul's Final Offering, right? A tide of spirits is about to sweep across all of Kimbert City..."
"What?" Nietzsche was horrified. "I have to stop them!"
"Stop them? What makes you think you can?" Fang Yuan sneered. "With your current, Controller-level Extraordinary Power? You'd be nothing but a meal for them... Unless you accept my training."
"You want... to train me?" Nietzsche's expression held no delight—only fury. "Why? You have more than enough power to turn the tide, yet you're so stingy about using it, watching hundreds and thousands of people die..."
*Why? Should I tell you that even the Soul's Final Offering was completed because I secretly helped those cultists through