Before time retrospection, there always existed disasters; now demons and witches have been resurrected, gathering in a simulation reality where anything goes.
One needn't think too hard to know it would be terrible.
"If you feel bad, you can try to commit suicide to exit," the Monster Witch said before she vanished, leaving no clue as to what she planned to do next.
Seeing this, the little mare transformed back to her original form and ran towards Lionheart Castle, intending to meet Lord Ahetar.
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Magic Kingdom.
In a tavern.
"Simulate a raid against the King of Ash?" Michael put down his glass and said with a slight smile to his sister across the table, "Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet Ahetar."
Mist pursed her lips and gently shook her head, "That's just a false Ahetar, he can't truly—"
Before she could finish, the floor erupted in blood, and the form of the God of Blood appeared; his gaze was earnest as he looked at Michael but also showed caution.
