Mingxite was almost nose to nose with me, her big eyes fixed intently on mine.
I caught a strange scent coming from her, something like flowers mixed with a peculiar, rotten smell.
I pushed Mingxite away from me. I wasn't surprised that she had turned into this form again.
The creator was dead, but the idea had already taken root in the minds of all the viewers.
Mingxite had killed in a fit of rage, and the result could only be that everyone's attention was drawn to that animation—and to her.
Once a character had been hyped up, even if only for a moment, adding more fuel to the fire now would make it no surprise that Mingxite had turned back into this form.
"What do you want?" I asked bluntly.
I already knew that I couldn't kill Mingxite. The Ghost King at least had a physical form and could be destroyed. A spirit like Mingxite, you could say, wouldn't disappear as long as humanity endured.
Even if I found the vessel Mingxite was attached to—and I now knew it was a small stone carving among the Kazana artifacts, and even knew that the carving was in a museum overseas—I could destroy it. But after that, a new spirit associated with death would inevitably be born.
Or rather, there were bound to be other spirits related to death in this world even now.
Of all those spirits, though, Mingxite was probably the strongest.
She had existed the longest and had never been destroyed. She also had the mind of a demon, rather than being a pure god of death. Naturally, she would have built herself plenty of layers of protection.
Using Sihai Wealth to infiltrate communication systems was one layer of protection; absorbing that animated character's image might well be