“Look over there, at the Mist!”
The commotion was so loud that all the residents of Deya City turned to look toward the direction of the meteor impact. Gadelia’s entire body tensed as she stared at the towering mushroom cloud.
She immediately recognized it as the Grand Meteor Spell used by the Heavenfire Followers.
The Mist was nearly blown apart; the monster senior must be furious by now…
If the Mist were North America, then this meteor would be like the Creator of the Gulf of Mexico— the powerful shockwave swept through the entire Mist, even erasing the Lost feature unique to the Mist.
What on earth happened? Could it be that the monster senior provoked some even stronger existence? Gadelia felt a chilling sense of foreboding.
High-level battles might soon break out in Deya City.
For safety, it would be best to quickly take His Highness back to Snowveil City…
Within the Mist, before the meteor struck the surface, Tia had already jumped into the large crater the Fire Dragon had made earlier with its dragon breath.
She had also cast a Life Shield on herself, while the Fire Dragon turned its back and spread its wings to protect both her and the Dragon Egg.
Evans and the other adventurers who hadn’t fled far were directly blasted away by the shockwave, with all vegetation and Mist along the way utterly destroyed. The Mist now looked like a normal forest.
“Wow…”
After the world settled, Tia cautiously peeked out from the crater, amazed by the apocalyptic scenery around her.
Thankfully, the meteor struck about a kilometer to the north; otherwise, she would have been done for, and the Fire Dragon would have been seriously wounded.
Truth, however, remained unharmed, standing quietly with her head lowered, seemingly unaffected by the impact.
“Heh…”
After briefly assessing the Mist’s current state, Truth let out a laugh devoid of emotion.
Since transmigrating here, she had been seriously playing the role of a Priest — healing the sick, teaching without seeking reward, portraying an innocent and unassuming persona, even becoming the Saintess of the Goddess of Life.
The only pity was that the Priest profession seemed to lack any real deterrence…
From being provoked by several lecherous men, to a harpy recklessly rampaging in the Mist, and now the Fire Dragon’s Grand Meteor Spell—did everyone think she was especially easy to bully?
This time it was the Fire Dragon and a Grand Meteor Spell; next time, what would it be? The Divine Punishment of God?
“My fists are itching.”
Sure enough, being a Priest wasn’t suitable for her.
But her divine authority still lingered on her Priest stats. If she stopped pretending now, other gods would go after her relentlessly, so she had to endure, endure.
Suppressing her emotions, Truth forced out a stiff smile and tried to persuade herself:
“Calm down, calm down. It’s just the Mist that got blasted almost away by a single Grand Meteor Spell. Patch it up and it’ll be fine — no big deal…”
But it was useless. Despite the frantic self-hypnosis, Truth couldn’t help but reveal her deepest desire:
“I want to kill…”
“No, no, killing isn’t something a cute Priest can do. I must learn to embrace everything with love…”
But what if someone refused to accept her love?
“Got it, then I’ll just kill everyone who won’t accept it! Yes, killing them all is the answer…”
No, how did she end up back at killing again?
After a brief pause, Truth cupped her face and continued shaking with laughter:
“Ahaha, just kidding! How could I ever do such a thing? After all, I’m a harmless little Priest! I mustn’t break character—I still have to be cute to trick people into giving their faith!”
“I want to blow up this world…”
“Oh dear, why am I thinking about weird things again!“
Good, so scary!
Watching Truth’s mercurial mood, Tia furrowed her brows and opened her mouth slightly.
One moment she spoke of embracing others with love; the next, she was talking about killing.
What exactly was going on with Truth?
Could it be that the Hermit was fighting for control over Truth’s body!?
Tia immediately looked at Truth’s mismatched eyes, one red and one pink. The pink right eye was being steadily corrupted by blood red.
Sure enough, the Hermit was forcibly possessing Truth to do something sinister — but Truth resisted.
What to do? Should she say something? On one side was the gentle, cute Little Truth; on the other, the greatest Hermit in the world…
Of course, she could not oppose the Hermit’s will — but she also couldn’t just stand by and watch Truth be dragged into doing things she disliked. This was truly…
So enviable!
Why couldn’t the Hermit possess her instead? No matter what was done with her body, she’d accept it happily!
Tia immediately thought of a compromise and shouted to Truth:
“Hermit, please wait!”
Hermit? The Truth, who had been wrestling wildly in her mind, suddenly paused and tilted her head at Tia.
“You just called me what?”
Tia was startled, realizing she had called out the wrong name.
“He… Hermit…”
Right.
Seeming to come to some realization, Truth slowly took off her Priest Headdress.
Her pink eye was now completely covered in blood red.
Tia’s shout had snapped her out of it.
The one with the itching fists was the Hermit — what did that have to do with the little Priest Truth?
Besides Priest and Hermit, she had another identity to use. Truth almost forgot — she could be her true self!
A thoroughly high-level Blood Demon.
“Snap!”
Before Tia could suggest her compromise, Truth threw her headdress to the ground without hesitation.
“I’ve had enough of all these pointless formalities! Whoever wants to be a damn Priest, go ahead!”
“Huh?”
Before Tia could react, Truth’s silver shoulder-length hair darkened into black with red streaks.
Her cherry-like lips grew sharp fangs; an unsettling aura radiated from her body.
She then transformed into a swirl of blood mist and vanished instantly.
No more pretending—the Truth had returned to her most essential form: a level 119 High-Rank Blood Demon!
“The Hermit ultimately took back control of Truth’s body… well, how could Truth possibly resist the Hermit?”
Tia sighed, feeling sorry for Truth.
Now, only she and the Fire Dragon remained.
The Fire Dragon trembled, sensing the aura of Truth— an existence surpassing even primordial demons.
So the one who pressed it down with one hand just now was this kind of being!
Not daring to linger, the Fire Dragon flew toward the valley, carrying the Dragon Egg.
Tia waved at it from where she stood:
“Goodbye?”
She had a good impression of this Fire Dragon; after all, she knew well the power of a seventh-tier monster.
The reason she was still alive was not only thanks to the Hermit’s aid but also because the Fire Dragon hadn’t killed her outright, instead only breathing dragon fire on her and not taking the chance to retaliate while the Hermit was absent.
Actually, the Fire Dragon had wanted to kill Tia directly, but since she held the Dragon Egg, it refrained.
Otherwise, it would have already unleashed its 【Serious Breath】 right on her ……..
On the Deya Plateau, a prime vantage point to watch the Mist’s meteor strike, a tall young woman stood proudly.
“That felt great! The power of that Grand Meteor Spell must be over five times the usual—it’s probably at the peak of seventh-tier magic!”
With her mana nearly drained, Ariel, having admired her own handiwork, dispersed her Flight Magic and gently landed, then stretched.
“This should count as mission accomplished. Time to report back. Hopefully, the Heavenfire Lord rewards me with something useful, not like the junk the teacher gave.”
Humming a tune, Ariel turned to leave but suddenly felt something bump her chest.
Looking down, she saw a little girl with black and red hair and matching blood-red eyes.
The girl looked lively and strange, completely mismatched with her exquisite Priest Robe.
“What are you doing here?”
Truth had tracked Ariel along the meteor’s flight path.
To avoid mistakenly attacking the wrong person, she chose to be polite first and planned to ask questions calmly.
“Priest?”
Ariel blinked, wondering where this girl came from.
And that Priest Robe— Saintess?
Ariel knew the Saintess’ Priest Robe well; back in the capital, she enjoyed teasing the two third-tier Saintesses from the Church of the Goddess of Life.
Could this be one of the Goddess of Life’s followers? Ariel noticed that all the Saintesses she encountered were petite types.
Hehe, just grabbing their headdresses and holding them high made the Saintesses panic, clutching their heads and jumping around—it was so fun.
Every time Ariel passed the Great Cathedral of Life, she did this; once, she almost got caught by the guards.
“I was in the middle of doing something astonishing, and I didn’t expect to see a Saintess of the Goddess of Life here. I’m Sister Ariel— what’s your name? Also, don’t you find my outfit scary?”
Ariel bent down and patted Truth’s head.
The hair felt nice, and she was strangely unafraid of Ariel’s Heavenfire Follower attire. How interesting.
“What astonishing thing?”
Truth continued her questioning.
“Since you asked so sincerely, I’ll graciously tell you.
You must have seen that huge mushroom cloud just now, right?
I did that!”
Ariel raised her chin and proudly patted her chest.
Hmph, Sister just reached seventh-tier and can already cast such a powerful spell— amazing!
Then she suddenly felt her collar being grabbed.
“Hm?”
Looking down, Ariel saw Truth clutching her collar.
Truth gritted her teeth and glared furiously:
“You bastard, it really was you!”
Ariel was dumbfounded.
What was going on? Grabbing my collar— was she trying to act cute?
Want a hug?
Wait, was she trying to yank me up?!
If that’s the case, she really should check her height first…
From Ariel’s perspective, Truth wasn’t tall enough— she had to stretch on tiptoes just to reach Ariel’s collar, let alone pulling her up.
Saintesses really are adorable!