Somewhere in a room within the Imperial Capital Solaris.
Li Ang suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasping as he felt his intact body, somewhat dazed.
It was no surprise—this simulation was just too realistic.
That suffocating sensation almost made him believe he had truly died.
Coming back to his senses, Li Ang looked around the empty room, feeling a bit lost for a moment.
The experiences in the simulation were still vivid, and his memory unusually clear.
It was like reading a novel that got abruptly cut off at the climax, unwilling to let go.
Besides, no matter what, little Elvy was someone he had personally raised.
He wondered how she was doing afterward.
With a complicated mix of emotions, Li Ang summoned the Simulator’s interface again.
【First simulation complete. Would you like to view Elvy’s subsequent life and settle rewards?】
Li Ang raised an eyebrow at the prompt.
He hadn’t expected to be able to see the aftermath, so without hesitation, he chose yes.
He was curious what had happened after his death.
Although finishing the main storyline in such a somewhat underhanded way felt unfair to that girl, Sylph’s time was running out.
He dared not gamble on whether his sister’s illness might suddenly worsen.
A familiar white light flashed, and Li Ang felt his consciousness being pulled away.
In a daze, he returned to the Judgment Square.
However, unlike a normal simulation, Li Ang now held a complete God’s-eye view—only a spectator watching the story unfold, utterly unable to affect its course.
At the square, after Li Ang’s head was struck off by a sword, the plaza instantly erupted with cheers.
The people all praised Elvy’s strike, finally ridding them of that evil cult fiend.
Li Ang looked at the headless body above him, somewhat moved.
He never imagined he’d one day cosplay as Louis XVI.
Compared to the joyful crowd, Elvy herself stood frozen.
Li Ang noticed the magical mark he had engraved within her activating immediately after the final sacrifice was completed.
Under the girl’s bewildered gaze,
Li Ang’s body transformed into a blood mist swirling with overwhelming magical power, rushing into Elvy’s body.
Almost instantly, the girl’s aura broke through to the Sixth Tier, surging all the way to its peak before finally slowing.
This familiar scene stirred a strange fear in Elvy. Suddenly, she recalled the contents from the book she had read.
One form of sacrifice required the practitioner to personally kill the victim to complete it.
Confused thoughts crowded Elvy’s mind, and a shadow of fear cloaked her like dark clouds.
Even the slowest to understand would realize exactly what was happening to her!
She hurriedly looked down at the severed head she had chopped off.
Like a child who had done something wrong, the girl dropped her sword and frantically reached out to pick up the head.
But the moment her fingertips touched it, the head dissolved into a mist of blood that surged toward Elvy.
“No… no, please don’t!”
The girl desperately tried to grasp the blood mist, but no matter what, she couldn’t stop it from dissipating.
Elvy could only watch helplessly as it slipped through her fingers, vanishing completely with a breeze into the vast world.
“My… master is dead, I killed him…”
Elvy sat dazed where she was, staring blankly at her hands stained with flecks of blood.
The stains had splattered when she swung the sword.
A terrifying suspicion surfaced in her mind: all of this was only done by her master so that…
she would kill him with her own hands.
Elvy’s hands trembled violently, her lips moving slightly: “But… why?”
Was everything she had seen before fake?
The cult was fake… and the so-called truth was fake too?
Her mind was in utter chaos, as if it were about to break.
She had no answers to any of these questions.
Now, what she desperately wanted was confirmation—confirmation of that dreadful suspicion.
Elvy thought of something and immediately turned her sharp gaze to Chris, who was watching nearby.
Her master had been with him all along; he definitely knew something!
Chris felt the sharpness in Elvy’s eyes and tensed up.
He quickly looked around and loudly declared, “The judgment ceremony is now over!”
Then, he slipped away from the crowd.
The surrounding civilians were already startled by Elvy’s strange behavior.
When Chris announced the ceremony’s end, they instinctively took a step back, creating distance from her.
Because her expression was terrifying—what kind of despair could bring about such a look…
Just as Chris stepped outside the crowd, a breeze suddenly blew past him.
A long sword silently pressed against his neck.
Cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.
What speed was that? He hadn’t even sensed Elvy’s movement!
“My master… he, he really…”
The girl appeared in front of him, disheveled, her voice hoarse and words incoherent, completely like a lost child.
Chris nervously swallowed.
He could feel he was no match for Elvy in this state and had no idea what that bastard Li Ang had done!
And judging by how close Elvy was to breaking down, she probably had already lost her reason.
Chris dared not gamble and chose to surrender outright, forcing an awkward smile: “Um… can we talk somewhere else?”
“I’ll tell you everything I know!”
Feeling the sharp pain at his neck, Chris immediately proclaimed his loyalty.
The next moment, with the breeze blowing past, the two vanished from the square, leaving the restless crowd behind.
***
The wind carried them down into that familiar interrogation room, once again swallowed by darkness.
Chris was utterly bewildered.
Elvy’s control over wind elements had clearly surpassed the Sixth Tier peak—she was on the verge of breaking into the Seventh Tier.
How was that possible?!
“Speak…”
Elvy’s voice trembled.
Chris looked at the sword at his neck, his scalp tingling. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously before slowly beginning, “First of all, this has nothing to do with me. Your master came to me of his own accord…”
Chris honestly recounted everything—how Li Ang had found him, their plan, everything down to the smallest detail.
Li Ang was not surprised to see this unfold.
He knew that once he died and the ritual triggered, Elvy would definitely sense something was wrong.
But by then, everything was already set in stone.
It was cruel to the girl, but he truly was Elvy’s father’s murderer.
He had never lied to her about that.
Listening silently to Chris’s account, Elvy felt like she was suffocating even more.
She couldn’t even hold her sword steady anymore.
The darkness in the interrogation room seemed ready to swallow her whole.
She still remembered just yesterday, here, speaking those words to her master…
“So… master, you lied to me. All of this was a lie… a trap?”
Elvy’s eyes were filled with despair as if she had used up all her strength to say those words, then suddenly she laughed.
“So master isn’t dead, right? That’s a lie too… he lied to me, didn’t he…?”
Lowering her gaze, her long hair covered her eyes but couldn’t hide the tears she couldn’t hold back.
Every word she uttered sounded like a wail or a plea:
“He’s not dead… he lied to me… it was all a lie!”
“A liar! He’s just a big liar!”