This divine realm was overly bright and warm for her liking.

With seas of molten rock roasting her from all sides, akin to being in a sauna.

The longer she lingered, the sleepier she became.

Perhaps it was not merely the environment.

She was genuinely fatigued.

The sooner she accomplished her tasks, the sooner she could rest.

With this thought in mind, Suzi Han swiftly proceeded to the next step.

She caressed the crystal ball in her hand, casting a protective seal before placing it into the abyss containment sphere provided by the system, sending it off for inspection via her system backpack.

She had successfully completed the most critical task, purging the abyss.

Then she crouched down, observing the girl before her.

In theory, she would assist any player who had not perished.

Whether they could return to normaly depended on their character.

She hoped this minimally affected player would awaken without madness.

Theoretically, when emotional values dropped below 60, there was a degree of spiritual damage which could lead to irreparable consequences.

She gazed at the girl whose face was exceedingly youthful.

She had even hesitated to strike her earlier.

The sleeping player possessed an undeniably adorable visage with large charming eyes, a round face, and full luscious lips reminiscent of the protagonist from the animated shows she adored in childhood.

May fortune favor you, Suzie Hon silently wished.

The tendrils of the dark day silently crept up the girl's wrist, absorbing the abyssal essence lingering within her.

Confirming that the divine realm harbored no residual traces of the abyss, she located the girl's system assistant.

Giving it a gentle rub to ensure it could connect normally to the blue star systems main deity.

With that, Suzi Han departed.

Having submitted this task, she intended to return home for a brief respit.

At the very least, she required some sleep to replenish her energy for the work that lay ahead.

As the girl slowly awakened, she found herself lying on the floor at the entrance of the temple, surrounded by the tranquil flow of lava.

Everything appeared as it always had, and she felt as if she had merely emerged from a disturbing dream.

In that dream, she had encountered a captivating outer god, which led her thoughts astray.

Despite her earnest attempts to seek help from the system, she found herself ins snared in indecision, struggling to maintain her rationality.

It felt akin to being trapped in a nightmarish state where she was incessantly wrestling yet unable to awaken, lost in this dreamlike realm for an indeterminate duration until at last she beheld an angelic figure.

This angel, however, was not gentle and benevolent.

She possessed an extraordinary presence.

The sister exuded a certain aloofness, radiating an air of cool charisma.

Her movements tinged with palpable impatience.

Just as the girl excitedly realized she was finally on the verge of awakening, she received a sharp slap that left her head throbbing but brought clarity to her entire being.

She was awake.

Before her, a luminous screen burst forth, displaying a stream of system notifications and recounting the words of her system assistant, Shiaua, which elucidated her circumstances.

Over the past few hazy months, she had indeed fallen victim to an incursion from the abyss.

Her mind clouded and teetering on the brink of life and death under its influence.

Fortunately, the systems deity and the everlasting ones had come to her rescue.

With a newfound understanding of both significant and trivial matters, she felt a surge of excitement.

The angelic figure she had encountered in her dream was none other than an everlasting one, someone she had long admired and revered.

It was unfortunate that their meeting had occurred while she was in a days.

Truly, the everlasting ones possessed an unparalleled allure.

Curious about the appearance of the everlasting one, she inquired of Shiao Hua, who was embedded in her hairpin perched at top her head.

This question seemed to ignite a fervent desire for expression within Xiaoa.

As she observed Shiao Hua on the screen, utilizing her somewhat imperfect linguistic capabilities to describe and praise the everlasting one.

The assistant conveyed her overwhelming joy at being saved.

System assistant Shiaua.

Since I laid eyes on that sister, I have felt an emptiness in my heart, and all my data has been ablazed with fervor.

To articulate it more specifically, oh my, the sensation of being rescued is simply sublime.

It's as if a tornado has shattered the mountain peak.

It's the leap of an antelope.

It's the bounding of a rabbit.

It's the jump of a goat, a crow perched upon an eagle, a mouse chasing a cat, an elephant kicking me, an octopus dancing the chaa.

Utterly insane, completely mad, absolutely wild.

If the master finds shiao ho s expressions chaotic, allow me to rephrase.

For instance, I was meant to toil in the fields, but after encountering the everlasting one.

It was as if I had been invigorated, kicking the ox aside and plowing a 100 acres all by myself.

The girl was somewhat speechless, yet could not help but admire the unique charm of Xiaoa s description, one that she found difficult to fully appreciate.

A floral divider.

The moon shone brightly amidst the sparse stars.

Suzi Han stifled the yawn as she returned to the temple.

Shaking her head, Suzi Han signaled the dimminionive divine attendant to withdraw.

She returned to her chamber and collapsed into slumber.

In that fleeting moment, there was nothing more exquisite than the embrace of sleep.

Suzi Han had no desire to ponder the existence of outer gods in a velvety darkness of the divine realm.

Within the coastal villa of Oranki, the ambiencece was illuminated with a translucent glow.

Numerous fish oil lamps cast a warm light throughout the dwelling, rendering the space exceedingly bright.

Lulu stood barefoot upon the floor, where scattered willow branches lay alongside several soft, leafless severed twigs.

The little mermaid, in a state of disarray, lay upon the ground.

Beneath her gossamer attire, Waltz revealed a tale of torment, and her exposed fish tail bore streaks of crimson.

Beads of sweat adorned her brow as she implored, "Strike me.

" "Are you certain?" Lulu inquired, glancing at the wounds that marred the mermaid s form.

She felt that enough was enough.

To continue would be discourteous, for this creature had already suffered grievously.

"Please continue.

Strike me.

" The little mermaid pleaded, gasping in between her words.

I cannot falter now.

If I strive a bit more, perhaps I will remember.

Despite the pain causing cold sweat to beat upon her forehead, her gaze remained resolute.

With a resigned sigh, Lu acquested, "Very well, if this is what you desire.

" Chapter 2:25.

Indicating intent.

Third update.

Willow branches continued to strike the Little Mermaid with earnest determination.

Each lash resonated with a divine power, producing a sound that echoed through the air.

Unlike the intangible doll, the mermaid possessed a corporeal form.

Each strike of the willow against her flesh resulted in sharp crimson marks, a testament to tangible injury.

Even when a mermaid ceased to resist, her divine physicality along with the sharp scales adorning her tail, still scraped against the willow branches, leaving behind minute wounds.

The reciprocal force of their struggle resulted in an accumulation of blood stains on the mermaid's body while the willow branches lost their leaves and at times even suffered fractures.

At these moments, a pained expression would cross Willow's face, revealing her discomfort, prompting her to replace the broken branch with a new one.

After a considerable duration of this, she remarked, "It is quite the challenge to treat you to a hot pot.

I've already damaged several branches in the process, and it pains me greatly.

The mermaid wiped the sweat from her brow, appearing somewhat embarrassed.

It's troublesome.

I feel that I'm so close.

If only my spirit were solid enough.

Perhaps I could recall that dream.

It is crucial.