The Final Script

The Old God was somewhat reluctant when it heard how great a sacrifice would be required.

"I, I..." Naga hesitated, torn with indecision.

"Spirit and consciousness are the foundation of existence. Everything else, such as a body or a name, is a falsehood that can be discarded at will. As for wealth and status, from a higher level, do you think your little possessions are any less laughable than ants fighting over food in a nest beneath a Stone Tablet?" White Jaina mocked.

"You're right." Naga could not help admiring her words. From the cosmic perspective, she was merely a slightly stronger ant in an anthill. "I'll listen to you, madam. What identity should I take to break free from the restraints of this body?"

White Jaina was in no hurry. She looked Naga over as she knelt prostrate on the ground, then asked, "That depends on how broad your horizons are. If you think bigger and don't merely want to become a human or an elf, you could become Undead or even an Orc. If you want to perform on a broader stage in the universe, you could become a Draenei or a Void Elf. Your profession could be a Paladin or priest, a dwarven explorer, or simply a Blademaster skilled in martial arts."

After that torrent of nonsense, the Old God Naga could only gape, completely at a loss. After all, this was a one-time choice. There would be no remedy for regret afterward. She did not know which option was best.

"I, I don't know how to choose!" Naga said timidly. "Please give me some advice, madam."

"Hehe~" White Jaina asked eerily, "What about your own sense of beauty? Do you think elves or Orcs better suit your tastes?"

Naga considered it. "Either is fine." After all,