Chapter 171 : There Is No Better Opportunity Than This

Hero? I’m no hero.
Eh?

The moment the words fell, not only did Stacy’s outstretched hand freeze in mid-air, but the surrounding crowd of believers also fell into a state of bewilderment and unease.

She said she wasn’t a hero.

Why would the one chosen by the Goddess deny it?

“Look, on her forehead!”

With a cry from the crowd, everyone looked at Milly’s forehead. A complex golden rune emerged from between her brows, the scattered golden particles like chains that extended deep into her mind. Although no one could understand the intricate rune, the solemn and holy aura it exuded was unmistakable.

It was even stronger than the holy aura of the current Pope.

There was only one explanation. This was a grace bestowed by the Goddess herself, a gift for the one chosen to defeat the Demon King and save the world.

Feeling the pure holy aura from Milly’s brow, the believers’ eyes were filled with a fanatical fervor.

“Look, it’s the blessing of the Goddess!”

“The chosen hero has descended! She has come with the Goddess’s blessing!”

“The holy seal of the Goddess is shining! The hero who can defeat the Demon King has descended from the heavens to save us!”

Hearing their fanatical cries, Milly’s lips twitched, and she almost burst out laughing.

When a person is speechless to a certain degree, they will laugh.

This was a huge joke from fate. The seal left by the old fool had turned her into a helpless lamb, forced to endure the torture of the so-called purification in the Church. If Stacy hadn’t made her sign that strange contract, restoring her control over electricity and the ability to summon tentacles, she would never have been able to escape Starlight City.

This seal, which had restricted her abilities and almost cost her her life, had now become the symbol of the hero chosen by the damn Goddess. What a joke.

Could anything be more absurd?

Milly had protected others from the claws of the Shadowblade Beast, and had been forced to reveal her demonic identity. Her intention was to protect them, but in the end, the exhausted Milly was not only not helped, but was met with drawn swords.

And the judgment that day, she clearly remembered that when she was on the stand, the angry crowd had thrown everything they could at her, venting their anger on a demon. And that day, what she felt was not only the physical pain, but also the unbearable curses that echoed in her ears.

For those people, they didn’t need to know anything about her, nor the truth behind the lies woven by the Church. They just needed a symbol to vent their hatred, a living target defined as a “demon.”

And now, Milly, who had failed to reveal her demonic form, was now, because of this seal that had harmed her so much, being treated as the hero who could defeat the Demon King and save them.

The judgment was based solely on an external mark. Whether it was her demonic features or the seal now appearing, a person’s value could be judged solely by an external mark.

How absurd.

A cold smile on Milly’s lips. But, now that she knew the truth of the world, she didn’t want to say anything more. After all, she knew that the believers before her were just pre-programmed NPCs. The real problem was the creator of the world.

Headache… she had transmigrated into an unfinished, half-baked world, and now it seemed it was worse than a “kusoge.” She hadn’t had a single good day since she arrived.

Stacy keenly noticed the anomaly in Milly. A hint of worry in her violet eyes. Logically, the hero chosen by the Goddess should have gladly accepted her mission, and then fulfilled her mission, defeating the Demon King and saving the world.

What kind of character would a hero chosen from the demon race be?

Otherwise, the Goddess wouldn’t have chosen her to be the hero.

But the white-haired girl before her seemed to strongly resist becoming a hero. She didn’t know the reason, but as the hero’s guide, she would help Milly understand her duty.

She was the hero chosen by the Goddess. Whether she liked it or not, she would have to walk the path chosen by the Goddess.

Thinking of this, Stacy gently raised her hand to quiet the fanatical believers, then spoke slowly, “Children of the Goddess, please retreat for now. The chosen hero has just descended into this world and needs to rest and receive the Goddess’s oracle.”

“Later, I will hold a holy water baptism for the hero alone, to receive the Goddess’s blessing.”

As she spoke, although the crowd was still reluctant to leave, wanting to continue to gaze at the chosen hero, they had to disperse.

At the same time, hearing the words “holy water,” a flicker of uncertainty crossed Milly’s face. Although she knew that the holy water the silver-haired Saintess was going to use would not be the same as what she had experienced, she couldn’t help but feel a little…

Only that, she had to refuse. She didn’t know if her abilities were still there. After all, her demonic features couldn’t be revealed, and maybe her abilities were also restricted.

And Milly noticed that when the crowd had dispersed, a black-haired girl in silver armor was standing not far away, staring at her.

Milly looked back. She was momentarily dazed when she saw the other person’s face.

“Tifna?”

On her silver armor, there was that familiar iris crest.

But the silver-armored girl didn’t respond to her call. Her right hand was on the hilt of her sword, her eyes filled with caution.

It seemed she was not like the fanatical believers. She didn’t see her as the chosen hero just because of the seal on her forehead. And from her cautious look, she seemed to see her as someone of unknown origin, who had gotten close to the Saintess.

Milly glanced at her, a slight smile on her lips. “What, afraid I’ll harm your Saintess?”

The moment she spoke, Stacy gave Candice a slightly annoyed look. “I’m sorry, Hero. I forgot to introduce you. This is my personal guard, Candice. She’s a bit rigid. She means no harm.”

She then approached Candice and whispered in her ear.

“Don’t worry, she is the hero chosen by the Goddess. Nothing will happen.”

“But…”

“Candice, that’s your problem.”

“Alright, don’t worry. There will be no problem.”

Stacy sighed helplessly, then returned to Milly’s side. “Hero, please follow me.”

As she followed Stacy, Milly looked back. Candice was following them at a certain distance. Still worried about her Saintess being alone with this unknown hero.

But, if Milly were to say, the one who wasn’t safe was Milly. Although the Stacy before her seemed harmless, a completely different person from the one in her memory, Milly couldn’t be sure whether she would fall to the dark side next month or next second.

At that time, with the Stacy who had become a Fell God, the past would inevitably repeat itself. Milly didn’t want that to happen again.

But, looking at Stacy’s harmless back, was there a better opportunity than this? Although it wasn’t the Stacy she knew, Milly knew that she wouldn’t get another chance.

If she missed this harmless Stacy, where would she find a chance to suppress her?

So, when Stacy led her to the prayer room, Milly looked back at Candice, who was still behind them. The moment she was sure she wouldn’t be able to catch up, Milly slammed the door shut.

“Hmm? Hero?”

The moment the door closed, Milly lunged forward and slammed Stacy against the wall.

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