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The entire island had become a world of red. The distorted life and vegetation on it grew wildly, splitting one new individual after another off from their bodies. This secluded island rapidly flourished at an unimaginable speed.
The island shook violently. Just as the red light began to spread outward, it abruptly stopped with Roselle's disappearance.
But the shadows did not gather again.
There was no rebirth, no death, no second or further birth. The world fell silent with extreme abruptness.
Moonlight seeped like water into every corner of the mausoleum. It slowly filled every crack, every nook, like an invisible hand rummaging through the mausoleum, seemingly searching for where Roselle Gustav, who had just been here, had gone.
Rustle, rustle.
In the deep pit nearby, Edward, whom the shadow giant had smashed into the ground, struggled to climb out once again.
"So this was your choice?" Edward was a little surprised, but not entirely.
Roselle had many futures, but none in which he successfully resurrected. "Roselle explodes on the spot in uncontrollable fury, trying to make the Mother Goddess of Depravity corrupt him" was one possible future. "Roselle hates the Mother Goddess of Depravity and would rather kill himself than become her follower" was another. The divergence between these two possibilities lay in whether Roselle hated the Mother Goddess more, or himself.
Edward was rather curious about that himself.
As things stood, after being corrupted by the Mother Goddess for more than two hundred years and then suffering mental torment from his own daughter, Roselle now hated the Mother Goddess of Depravity more.
He could neither kill himself nor bring himself to embrace the Mother Goddess, leaving him with only this one option.
The Devil was in good shape. After all, Roselle Gustav's two consecutive attacks, which resembled