The scorching death ray instantly pierced through her body's defenses.
Before she could feel the heat, the flesh between her brows began to sizzle as if dissolving, exposing the stark white of her skull.
The light was dazzling and blinding.
An existence that represented Destruction always possessed a certain cruel beauty.
Death was so close.
Before she could feel much of anything else, the girl's pitch-black pupils were filled with dark-red light, and even her eyeballs began to melt under the intense heat.
Perhaps she felt somewhat resigned. Perhaps she felt somewhat unwilling.
She was only fourteen. The sudden onset of cancer had ruined her life, and the apocalypse had turned her into a monster.
Under the fragments' catalysis, her mind had been forcibly molded into a cold machine.
As for this world, she truly had nothing worth missing.
If there was anything, perhaps it was her father—the middle-aged man as stubborn as a rock by the seaside, clearly as weak as an ant, yet still trying to protect her.
Her skull had been burned through, but she could no longer feel any pain.
Perhaps the brain simply had no pain receptors.
Before her death, the girl calmly welcomed her end.
Yet as darkness engulfed her, a figure suddenly appeared.
Hm?
The girl was slightly stunned.
The red light was blocked.
A middle-aged man appeared between the red light and her in an instant, forcibly using his flesh and blood to block the scorching high-temperature rays.
He was like a shield.
The man gazed at the girl one last time with deep attachment. From the hole torn through his chest, a faint white light unique to the System stubbornly blocked the radiance.
There was no time to say anything more.
His reluctant eyes seemed filled with countless words.
He screamed