Mi'er was pushed back to the ground by him, and looked in horror at the huge roots of the Ethereal Tree extending from the cracks in the shield above the Lateran Palace, descending from the sky like a hunter, and piercing Rasul's body.
Rasul's face was distorted by the pain of his spiritual pollution, but he still used up all his remaining strength and struggled to pass the Fruit of Eden in his hand forward to the half-elf girl who was sitting on the ground.
"Why... why..." Mi'er's voice trembled as if she was in a trance, "Why do you want to..."
"Mi'er..." Rasul forced a pale smile on his pale face, "Everyone has...something to bear..."
"... a heavy fate..."
His body also began to gradually become transparent, and the erosion was spreading rapidly within his body.
"Sometimes it's better to accept it... than to fight it..."
"More needed..."
"… courage."
The Fruit of Eden finally slipped from his hand and rolled to Mi'er's feet.
Rasul's body was lifted up by the roots of the Spiritual Tree, like a criminal being hanged for public display. The Spiritual Tree let out a satisfied cry, as eating this demigod had replenished it with an incomparably abundant spiritual energy.
However, those remaining spiritual energies that had not been absorbed exploded along with the completely out-of-control and chaotic realm of destiny, instantly engulfing the entire Lateran Palace.
Mier stared blankly at the Fruit of Eden on the ground. It had lost its original golden luster and its surface was covered with gray dust, as dirty as a roadside stone.
"So..." After an unknown amount of time, she spoke vaguely, "I will never understand..."
“Why are there always such naive idealists in the world who are willing to burn everything they have?”
"What good will it do you?"
"But Ask said that this world is cold and heartless, and it only operates rigidly according to the rules. If it is unwilling to provide warmth and light to everyone, then I still hope that there can be at least such a person, even if he is the most unrealistic idealist..."
"In this cold and dark world, to kindle hope..."
She leaned over and grabbed the Fruit of Eden.
Countless lines of light extending from the surface of the golden apple suddenly appeared around her, and began to interweave densely. Her long, soft pink hair flew behind her head, and layers of brilliant colors flashed in her pupils, gradually turning into an unrecognizable symbol.
It is the superposition of countless world lines, an infinite set of probabilities, the supreme authority of fate, and all possibilities.
"So, how should I address you, my new master?" A faint voice rang out from the Fruit of Eden, with a faint sense of melancholy and sigh, "Messiah..."
“… or the Antichrist?”
"No." Mier raised her head high and looked at the huge monster that blocked the night sky, an ugly and terrifying thing that was impossible to look directly at.
Her expression suddenly became stern, with a kind of low, uncontrollable sadness... and anger.