Soaring15 Wildfire

Preface:

Art is the treasury of virtue.

--Honoré de Balzac

[Part ① · Scraping By]

"I'll tell you everything."

After much hesitation, Fay Florasalin chose to give in. She had admitted defeat.

Fickwood Abby's betrayal had triggered a domino effect, like an opinion leader in a company being the first to turn against it--

--Even he sold out Cult Leader Judas. What did I have to hesitate about?

Thinking this, Ms. Fay felt freed from immense psychological pressure. After saying those words, she actually felt much more at ease.

Goddess Aio couldn't control the thoughts of her avatars, just as an avatar couldn't manipulate the power of [Divine Favor]. These summoned entities, called forth from parallel universes, were also affected by psychological pressure and the threat of death.

Ms. Fay had known for a long time that she only had one life. There was no such thing as a miracle of resurrection.

Even if she died, the person who took her place might have her experiences, and might possess her memories and recollections, but the individual in control would never be her.

She would become a cold corpse, watching the next Fay Florasalin enjoy her blessings, sleep with her man, spend her money, eat her human flesh, and beat her child (if she ever got the chance to have one)--these horrifying fantasies had already torn her apart.

Twenty-four hours ago, Cult Leader Judas and Io had both kept their eyes on her, watching her every moment--she hadn't dared to think about it, let alone act.

Now the Death God stood right in front of Fay. There was no Guiyi Sect or Flame King, no shackles to restrain her or anyone to torture her--the Blood-giving Monster's genes were quietly stirring, and she wanted to live for herself, just once.

Put kindly,