How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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Sirocco looked at Jade and Weiss.

You wouldn't guess from his nonchalant appearance, but Jade is a firefighter.

I ventured to the second floor because I heard that the price of amethyst would rise next week, and selling it would be just enough to pay off the loan I took out to treat my mother's uremia.

As for Weiss, he planned to help Jade complete this task, and then the two of them would go out for dinner that night, where he would take the opportunity to confess his feelings.

No wonder she disliked Mute so much; Jade's invitation to Mute disrupted her plans.

Both characters will die in the game, regardless of whether it's the first or second playthrough.

In the first playthrough, he was powerless to do anything; in the second playthrough, the corrupted Cass didn't intend to do anything more and simply watched them die before leaving.

However, Sirocco wasn't that bad.

Helping them out is nothing, but whether they will be killed by the world's corrective forces afterward is not Sirocco's concern.

However, deep down, Sirocco hoped they would be safe and sound.

If they survive, it would, to some extent, prove that I won't die in the mid-game event...

"Um, Sirocco."

Cass looked at the two people sleeping peacefully on the ground.

"I don't understand. Why would Mute do all these thankless things just to kill us? What's the point? I can't comprehend it..."

"That's right, they can't understand it. If ordinary people could understand their purpose, the Fallen Demons Society wouldn't be labeled as a cult, but would be like a legitimate religion, opening churches everywhere and collecting money from believers."

"...So, from what you're saying, the Fallen Demons Society also charges money?"

"Yes, but not in terms of money, but in terms of the number of people killed."

"......madman."

"Cass said angrily."

"Good that you understand, Cass. In any case, if you ever see the Fallen Order again, feel free to go and kill them."

They're all cult members who harm society anyway.

In simple terms, the Fallen Ones are a group of bizarre and brainless people who interpret the way they love someone as murder.

Their operating principle, or rather, their doctrine, is to send humans to the Golden Land by killing them.

In their understanding, annihilating all of humanity means sending everyone to a golden land, far away from the painful reality of this world.

Because the doctrine is to send the dead to the Land of Gold, believers have different understandings of killing.

Some studies suggest disembowelment, others require breaking four fingers, and still others require strangulation with stockings... In comparison, Mütter's death in his sleep is the most lenient interpretation.

In this world, the Fallen Order is basically synonymous with perverts and madmen.

The thought that most of the later bosses would be this type of psychopath sent chills down Sirocco's spine...

The message sent by Sirocco clearly indicated which tuner was best to fight, but whether those two tuners could defeat Mute was unknown; this part of the game was random.

If one's face is exposed, there's no guarantee that the people involved won't be in danger.

Therefore, Sirocco genuinely wanted Myoto to die.

If Myute loses, she naturally won't have any further role in the story; if she wins...

We can only come up with some backup plans as a last resort.

Hilock was annoyed, so just in case, he made a note of what Mütter had done that day in the circular table's notebook:

On April 21, at 4:21 PM, Mütter was chased and fled by the tuners.

53. Nest

"The magical waveform is exactly the same as the Karenzo family massacre three years ago... That's enough, Fallen Order. Surrender, we still have many questions for you."

"Reinforcements from headquarters will arrive soon. Do not put up any futile resistance."

Mütter leaned against a withered tree.

The already sparsely clothed clothing was even more tattered, with the most serious injury on the left shoulder, where three lacerations were left as if ripped by sharp claws, the wounds were black and dirty, and the blood was about to dry.

Mütter has been driven to the brink of despair.

"Speaking of which, the timing of your appearance was absolutely perfect. Were you two secretly watching the whole time?"

The two tuners did not answer and kept a distance from Mütt.

These two tuners were very restrained in their talent.

One who is skilled in ice magic cannot slash at will with a scythe.

A strange nail was summoned, and Myot was seriously injured after being pierced by just one.

"By the way, please allow me to correct you, our church's official name is the Holy Nest Society, not the Fallen Society."

Mütter's smile contained not a trace of resentment, but was full of gentleness and tolerance.

"Tsk... How disgusting. That's why I hate the Fallen Order. They're all fearless, a bunch of devils in human skin."

"Death is just a concept, a key to liberating the soul."

The tuner pursed his lips in response to Mütter's words:

"Senior, may I kill her? Didn't our [Priest] say that those who die within an hour can be resurrected?"

"...The whistleblower email said she was a cadre-level official, but I don't really believe it. Cadre-level is too weak, and I've never seen her use that."

After all, the two of them faced off against and defeated Mütt in a total of 18 seconds.

If the whistleblower email hadn't been so detailed and revealed so much about the case, the two wouldn't have believed that a member of the Fallen Demons Association would come to a place like this.

Even now, people still have some doubts about Mütter.

The tuner reached out and aimed at Mute, and a cold night wind swept through the warm forest.

Mütter first felt a sharp pain as the blood from his shoulder wound gradually froze into ice.

She recalled a fellow believer who said one way to say goodbye was to freeze a person's blood into ice and then break it.

Mute smiled easily; she was glad to be dead.

This was the first time she had been caught, but she knew what would happen if she were caught by the tuners.

Identity confirmed, crime and sentence read aloud, no right to request a defense lawyer, death sentence three days later.

In the end, it's all about death.

The only regret is that they can no longer carry out their sacred duties.

Well, someone else will take over my job. It's a good opportunity to see my family. I used to dream about chatting with them every day. It would be nice to reunite with them.

"Oh, right, family." Mute licked his lips, recalling the sensation of the kiss just now.

You left so quickly, leaving that child in this filthy and sinful world...

The ice had seeped deep into the blood and bone marrow of the right side of his body. A thought flashed through Mute's mind:

If I take that child to the Golden Land, wouldn't I have two younger brothers?

"Lord, great Izabilis..."

Mütter whispered, a light seemingly in his eyes.

Seeing that Mute was making a new move, the two tuners simultaneously sped up their freezing operations. One of them conjured up countless nails imbued with cursed power behind him, while the other created shimmering icicles at his feet that shot straight at Mute.

Mute summoned the scythe again.

Along with his right hand appeared an item that floated in Mute's palm.

The bird's nest, constructed from dark branches, exudes an ominous aura.

"Refining the tree nest! She really is a cadre!"

The two tuners mobilized all their magic power, targeting the Refining Tree Nest first, rather than Mute.

The speed is still a bit slow.

The scythe was neither an obstacle, nor a defense, nor was it meant to strike the tuner—

It was Mütter himself.

"That madman! He actually cut up the frozen body!"

The scythe's trajectory separated Mute's frozen and unfrozen body, and the severed half slid down.

They narrowly escaped two attacks aimed at the refining tree nest.

Just before she hit the ground, countless nails and ice spikes pierced through Mute's body. Fortunately, Mute had already shielded the Refined Tree Nest in her arms. In the few seconds she gained, she calmly and quickly recited a prayer:

"Please release me from my chains. I offer you 20 fruits as a sacrifice, and in the name of my Lord, I beg for your deep red blessing."

The two tuners realized they had failed to destroy the refining tree nest immediately and quickly retreated.

The Refining Tree Nest extended countless cracked black branches, surrounding the two tuners just before they could escape.

For a moment, the two found themselves in a bizarre space where it was pitch black, yet they could clearly see each other's appearances.

Black, utterly black.