As the founder of the Trade Star, she had made an unimaginable number of preparations before choosing to leave.
For her, she had probably regretted staying on the Trade Star for who knew how many years already.
With regret came the desire to escape.
Back at the Hot Spring Inn, Zhuxing Tu had also said that Christine herself had set the conditions required for her to leave this planet.
Eighty percent of its life had to die, it had to be in the Wasteland, and its World Will had to be near death.
All three conditions were indispensable.
It was just that the chaos Ye Qiyan had caused had thrown off Christine's goal.
But she had still left.
The owner of the Black Market had probably paid a considerable price for that.
"A trade?"
Ye Qiyan did not immediately break the translucent bottle.
Instead, he looked at the utterly wretched Life Apostle.
This was no False God's Apostle.
The False Gods were gods and had Apostles solely because that being, Void, had imitated the True Gods.
Ye Qiyan could sense that even though this charcoal-like Apostle of a God desperately longed for death, the aura she gave off was still far stronger than that of an ordinary C-Rank God.
"Life has fallen... Well, even True Gods aren't incapable of dying. Let's give it a try."
He took out [Redemption], [Bewitchment], and [Rebellion].
Pallid demonic radiance shone upon the God's Apostle.
The three Demon Cards began the chain Ye Qiyan was most adept at.
"Hey, want to live?"
A voice emerged from that parched throat.
"I... I want... to die..."
No matter how difficult it was, even if Ye Qiyan might have had a slim chance of bringing her back to life.
Yet as an Apostle of [Life].
She still sought