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She hugged my arm and left, but I knew she was still behind me.

“I’m scared.” I sobbed, not wanting to let my tears fall.

“I don’t know why I have to go through all this. I don’t know where to go.”

She accepted my complaints and gently suggested, “It doesn’t matter. Life is like a long road. Every step is a fork in the road, and every fork leads to an unknown future. All the travelers who walk on it are lost, but fate will always give us the reward we deserve.”

“Is this reward good or bad?”

“There’s no good or bad. Fate will not spend any effort on the rewards it gives.”

“Why?”

“Because it doesn’t care.”

The moths gradually drifted away and finally disappeared into the vast sky.

“Where did they go?”

“To heaven.”

“What’s in the sky?”

“There’s nothing.”

“Since there’s nothing, why should we go?”

“It’s precisely because she has nothing that it has to go. To decorate, create, and give birth to the world it wants.”

“But what can moths do? a little wind and rain can kill them.”

“How do you know that the moths can’t do anything? Countless weak individuals create the boundless world.”

The field was quiet, and the wind had stopped. There was not a single cloud in the sky.

She placed her hand on my back gently.

“Do I have to leave?”

“It is up to you, child. Only you can decide your path.”

My eyes suddenly and unknowingly filled with tears.

“Alright, although I’m still very scared, I must go back.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

The hand behind me gently pushed me, and I fell into the stream.

The moment I was submerged in the water, she said, “Good luck, child. The stream is a moth, and the moth is the stream.”

The stream water gently wrapped around me, the sand and stones carefully sharpened me, and the soil warmly wrapped around me.

I gradually sank like a stone or sand. It took me a second or ten thousand years.

The cold wind was biting, calling back my ethereal soul.

I saw the end of a dispute when I opened my eyes. Mullwica’s sword pierced through Azazel’s body, and Azazel’s sharp nails dug deep into Mullwica’s chest.

Both sides were injured – not quite accurate. The injured Mullwica was about to dissipate, and the pierced Azazel would eventually recover to his peak state.

“You’ve lost. You’re actually a very interesting girl,” Azazel said. “But a mortal body is so boring. Today’s game would have been more fun if the Goddess of Fate had given your ancestor a drop of divine blood.”

The golden light replaced the blood and slowly seeped from Mullwica’s heart.

“You have no right to mention the goddess.”

“You can say whatever you want.” Unaffected, Azazel pulled himself out of the sword and said to the gradually dissipating Mullwica, “Do you have any last words? When I extract my daughter’s soul, I can tell her for you.”

Mullwica didn’t say anything. She just glared at him with hatred and then looked at Dorothy’s body in her hand sadly.

She was drowned in blood, her hair was messy, her clothes were ragged, and she looked like she had a tragic end.

Her half-closed eyes stared into the void, her scarlet pupils already faded, compressing the silver ring of light on her irises to the point that it almost disappeared.

I was looking at her, but she couldn’t see me.

When Azazel noticed that I had woken up, he was very happy. “Ah, you’re awake!” He shook the body in his hand and said, “Don’t worry, its soul hasn’t left its body yet. Our family can still live happily together! Perhaps you’re worried about the lack of a butler? There are many criminals in hell who are good at doing housechores. We can change to another one every day. We can throw him into the lava lake if we are tired of one!”

“You’re really a lunatic.” I staggered to my feet and said weakly, “Return Dorothy’s body to me. Aldrich’s one too, and...”

“What?” Azazel put on an innocent expression.

“I said-

“Return the lives of Dorothy, Aldrich, and the others to me!”

The surging stream washed over the restless wilderness, and countless black and gold moths flew into the sky.

The stream water was the moth, and the moth was the stream water!

I was the moth. I was the stream water!

The black and gold light of New Flow spread in all directions, and its target was no longer Azazel. The pine forest, the deformed wolves, the corpses of its compatriots, and even the dying Mullwica were all nutrients for its territory.

Mullwica accepted the devouring power of new Flow. Before she disappeared, she said, “My eyes...”

“I understand.”

After getting my promise, she closed her eyes in peace and disappeared into the torrential river.

I destroyed the pine forest with ease. The deformed wolves were freed from the chaos’ wails. Their compatriots’ souls were still trapped in their bodies. They did not resist at all and were drowned by the stream.

...

The moment I devoured them, I heard someone whisper in my ear.

“Thank you for your hard work, Selma.”

‘Is that you? Aldrich?’

“Also, I’m sorry.”

Hot tears fell on the snow, creating ice holes. I wiped away the crystals of sorrow and tried my best to break into Azazel’s defense.

The pain of sulfur corroding my bones came, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care.