Chapter 173 : Why?

But, the flavor was still a little off. The silver-haired Saintess before her, compared to the Fell God in her memory, was missing something in her speech.

Milly rested her chin on her hand, carefully thinking about the tone Stacy usually used with her. But to make the current Saintess version of Stacy speak with the exact same tone as the Fell God version was a bit difficult. She would have to approach it from another angle.

She remembered that Stacy had a habit of starting her sentences with a certain catchphrase. And she always called her “Little Milly” instead of just “Milly.” She wasn’t a little one.

Thinking of this, Milly released her grip on Stacy’s cheek. It felt so good, she was almost reluctant to let go. Now she understood why that person always liked to touch her. Although she hadn’t tried it much herself, Milly knew how sensitive her own body was.

She tried to pinch her own cheek. Wait, what was she doing? Stacy wasn’t the one with the problem right now. Milly shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

As for Stacy, she rubbed her cheek and stared at Milly, dazed. From just now, Milly had been acting strangely. The great figures she had met in the Empire were all very interesting, but the hero before her not only didn’t take pride in her title but seemed to strongly resist it.

Could it be that she was the chosen one… no, she was the Stacy of now, there would be no problem. She had seen the holy seal left by the Goddess on her, and the timing of the hero’s appearance also perfectly matched the timing of her summoning. Besides the chosen hero, she couldn’t think of anyone else who would descend from the heavens at that moment.

With the demon invasion, they had been waiting for this hero from another world for a long time. Even if Milly didn’t accept the hero’s identity, she would definitely guide the hero on the right path.

“Alright, Stacy, you can do this. Believe in yourself.”

She gave herself a small pep talk. Just as she was about to approach, she saw Milly suddenly lean in. She was so close that Stacy could see her own reflection in her blue eyes.

“Before you speak, try adding ‘Now’ at the beginning.”

“Eh?”

“What does that mean?”

As she spoke, Stacy froze. Before, when she was asked to just call her by her name, she could understand. Now, she was asked to add a strange catchphrase. What was the purpose of this? But, since it was the hero’s request, she had no reason to refuse. The hero must have her reasons.

“Now…”

“It’s better like this. Now, Milly.”

“Now, Milly?”

Stacy, who was already confused, was even more so. She really couldn’t understand why the hero was asking her to say these things. Was this some kind of strange game? Or did the hero have her reasons?

After she spoke, the white-haired girl rested her chin on her hand, as if thinking about something.

For Milly, it still wasn’t right. It wasn’t like the Stacy she remembered. Something was still missing.

The tone couldn’t be adjusted in a short time. The only thing left to adjust was one other thing. The rest couldn’t be changed for now.

“Change the name again. Just call me Little Milly.”

“Hmm?” The moment she spoke, a storm raged in Stacy’s heart. Why? Did the hero have no purpose, but was just asking random questions?

Perhaps she needed to use holy healing to check on Milly’s little head. Although she thought so, Stacy still complied with Milly’s request. After all, it was the hero’s request. She wouldn’t refuse.

“Now, Little Milly?”

That was it. Just the tone was a little off. It was the way Stacy had spoken to her in her memory.

“Hmm, what’s wrong? Not going to call me that anymore?”

The dissonance wasn’t that strong… wait!

What was she doing? What was she doing now?

Was this turning the tables?

She slapped her own head. Wasn’t she supposed to be training Stacy? Why was it turning into her own training?

And she was turning the Saintess version of Stacy into the perverted Fell God version. Was she trying to transform her into the Fell God in her memory? Or did she prefer the perverted Fell God to the harmless Saintess?

The moment she realized this, Milly froze. She knew what the right answer was, but would she face her heart and accept that answer?

Milly just shook her head in frustration, throwing all the questions out of her mind. She had been糾結 over the name issue since just now. The most important thing now was to solve the hero identity issue. She wasn’t a hero. And why did these people treat her as a hero the moment she appeared?

“Stacy, I have a question.”

“Hero… no, Milly. As long as your question is within my ability, I will answer it.”

Still so respectful. Well, she would have time to correct her later.

“Why do you all think I am the hero chosen by the Goddess?”

Hearing the question, Stacy was first stunned, then a wave of joy. Milly was finally asking normal questions. It seemed her little head wasn’t too badly damaged.

“It is the guidance of the oracle.”

“Oracle?”

At the mention of the oracle, Stacy’s face became solemn and pious. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and bowed slightly. “There is an ancient legend. When the sleeping Demon King awakens, darkness will cover the land. And before despair arrives, a hero chosen by the Goddess will descend to become the morning star in the darkness.”

“The Goddess descended with an oracle today. The hero who can defeat the Demon King…”

So巧, the moment she opened the door and fell, they…

Stacy looked at Milly’s forehead. The holy seal that had exuded a holy aura had disappeared, but she couldn’t be wrong about the aura. Who else but the Goddess could create such a pure holy aura?

“According to the oracle, today is the day the hero is prophesied to appear. We gathered here and prayed fervently to the Goddess.”

Looking at Milly, her voice was tinged with a fateful sigh. “To descend from the heavens, unharmed, and with the Goddess’s blessing. Besides the chosen hero, who else could perform such a miracle?”

Stacy continued, but Milly wasn’t listening anymore.

Any normal person in her position could have guessed what had happened. Compared to the world she had transmigrated to, the one with the virus and the fallen Stacy, a Hell-difficulty level, the one she was in now was a normal, newbie-difficulty test level.

Such an abnormal program, Milly didn’t know. She could only temporarily see it as the first test version.

Here, the main storyline was the classic hero versus demon king. And as an outsider player, she had naturally been given the identity of a hero. In this level, there was no mutated virus, no perverted, paranoid, crazy Fell God, only an NPC Saintess as a player guide. As for the Candice who looked exactly like Tifna, it was probably just a recycled model.

The moment she realized this, a strong sense of suffocation washed over her. She looked down at her hands and let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Why?

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