Chapter 322: I Can Handle Any Kind of Play (cont.)

The scent of blood began to permeate the air, accompanied by the incessant screams of beastmen echoing from every direction.

She had been huddled inside the shrine, trembling in fear, until her front door was kicked open with brutal force.

The person who entered was not the attacker she had feared, but the kind uncles, aunts, and grandparents who usually treated her with such care.

At that moment, her heart was filled with joy, for she believed these family members had come to help her escape this place.

Yet, little did she know, that was the beginning of her despair in this world.

Those elders who usually cared for and doted on her had come to her room not to lead her to safety, but to offer her as a sacrifice to the evil god Sathalamachu.

They intended for the evil god to use her body as a vessel to manifest in this world and grind the hateful invaders into dust.

Ever since then, she had remained in a state of utter despair and terror.

Even though she had been saved midway through the ritual by this Third Progenitor before her, what did it matter? Was she not still being treated like an object, casually transferred to someone else?

Her fate remained unchanged.

"Do not think that just because you keep your head down, I cannot see the expression on your face."

"A gift should have the self-awareness of a gift; who are you putting on that dejected look for?"

Gada had already climbed off William's lap at some point. She unfastened the clip of her bath towel, revealing a perfectly sculpted, wild, and beautiful physique in all its naked glory.

She picked up the green dress William had just fetched for her and slipped it on.

Then, with a