Chapter 59 : Chapter 59

Chapter 59: “As long as I can kill Sagteni I.”

Having confirmed the plan, Chu Zu continued to dig for information from Feian.

In the system's view, this was practically cheating.

Feian could provide a considerable number of keywords, and the host would then jumble these words and form sentences according to his desired method.

Feian had no suspicions and, on the contrary, became less and less confident as she spoke.

This eighteen-year-old monarch's understanding of the world far surpassed hers.

The towering throne was not merely a symbol of power, but the highest point from which to overlook all living beings.

Before him were the clay tablets presented by Turtanu, on which were the contours of the earth, desolate mountains, and prosperous city-states.

But Sagteni I's vision transcended everything before him, passing through the heavy curtains, straight to the unknown that only the gods knew.

Feian suddenly felt that she was embroiled in the monarch's secret plan.

It wasn't that she had persuaded Sagteni I; the king had his own plans all along, and she was undoubtedly a part of it.

“Your Majesty.”

Feian knelt down halfway, “If you already knew... I implore Your Majesty to state your decision, so that Feian may have the honor of listening to your profound foresight.”

Feian was too short.

As soon as she knelt, she was completely blocked by the stone table.

Chu Zu couldn't see where she had knelt for a long time.

“You are the high priestess who represents 'wisdom',” Chu Zu said.

Whether she admitted in front of the king that she “represented wisdom” or stubbornly clung to her identity as a high priestess, both were dead ends.

But Feian did not hear any displeasure.

Sagteni I was not confirming it with her, but rather laying the groundwork for another topic.

“Yes,” she answered.

As expected.

“You once wrote down a glimpse of a corner in the Aturu temple. Aturu let you do as you pleased. She believed that even if you recorded all the secrets of the gods, it would be of no importance.”

Chu Zu said, “High priestess of wisdom, you answer me, is it of no importance?”

Feian: “You will let her see the weight of humanity.”

Chu Zu sneered contemptuously: “No, I want her to know in her long and precarious remaining life who is the insignificant one. Is it humans, or gods.”

“You mean...”

Feian hesitated for a moment.

Chu Zu's meaning was that not only was he going to rob, but he was also going to rob the rich to help the poor.

Take what I give you for now.

If you can learn it, learn it.

If you can't, put it aside for now, and we'll talk about it when humans can learn it.

If the conditions don't exist, create them.

This world already has gods, so it's reasonable for humans to have a little evolution, right?

He simply expressed:

You love to copy the secret arts of the gods, don't you?

But no one can keep up with your progress.

In all these years, you've only copied a few, and they're all limited to Aturu's non-aggressive trash.

Come, join me.

We'll do academics together, dismantle the gods' things into pieces, and then record them using a medium that belongs to humans.

But I am very smart.

You'd better be on your toes.

If you can't keep up with my progress, I will still chop you down.

Of course, these were not his exact words, but the core meaning was unchanged.

Just lean the tone of discussion towards a threatening command, and a rough declaration from the tyrant was formed.

Feian listened quietly all along.

Chu Zu still couldn't see where she was kneeling.

He waited for a few minutes, figuring that Zui's temper should be getting impatient by now, and walked around the stone table to stand in front of Feian.

Only after being enveloped in shadow did Feian raise her head slightly.

Her appearance was still frozen in a tender moment, but the aged aura had disappeared.

Perhaps because she was trembling all over, whether from fear or excitement, after her emotions were stirred, Feian finally came alive.

“You are truly a terrifying monarch.”

Feian said recklessly, “How can you decide to start an unprecedentedly grand project after just a few words? You not only want to take it away, but also to make it public, dragging them down to the same level as the creatures they discard like worn-out shoes...”

“Sagteni I, you will be the most tyrannical and unreasonable monarch in the world. There will be no one who can be compared to you, I can be sure of that.”

Chu Zu: “Give me your answer.”

“Of course I am willing!”

Feian raised her head higher.

In her memory, in these hundred-odd years, she had never held her head so high and proud.

Aturu wanted her to be obedient; only by being obedient could she gain favor.

The followers wanted her to be solemn; she was the representative of the entire sect.

The people of Imolai had never looked at her as a "compatriot."

When they were young, they might have come to the temple and whispered secrets to the high priestess who didn't look much older than themselves.

At a certain point in time, they suddenly began to see Feian only as a symbol, an icon, a medium to communicate with the gods.

Sagteni I, however, wanted her to be an accomplice of humanity.

The monarch would seize power from the hands of the gods, and she would transform that power into knowledge—without barriers, without the threshold of having to offer faith in exchange for alms.

How could Feian not agree!

In this lifetime, she would never find such a great cause, nor would she ever find such a domineering yet charismatic monarch!

“No matter how long the road ahead, no matter how much effort it takes, I will persevere until the great cause you have promised is achieved.”

“Great Sagteni I, I swear, whatever the cost, this conviction will last to the end.”

“Long?”

Chu Zu’s downward-looking gaze softened slightly, and the corners of his mouth lifted.

It could be called a smile, without the usual sarcasm and hostility, only eagerness.

“This is the last time I will hear you question me, Feian. I have no time to waste it all on this, so how could it be long?”

***

In fact, there was no room for it to be called "long."

Although the historical research in the main storyline was mostly inaccurate, the clear historical nodes came from the investigation of countless ruins, and ancient artifacts do not lie.

Soon, Sagteni I would conquer the entire continent and issue an arrogant declaration to the gods.

If the time spent on campaigns everywhere was further deducted, there wouldn't be much time left for Chu Zu to perfect the secret arts.

Feian didn't know this, but she could understand the urgency of time.

For millions of years, the gods had watched over this continent, watching the evolution of creatures and the birth of humanity.

And now, humans were actually trying to be the masters of the world, and the troublemaker was Ashurbanipal-Zui-Sagteni, an unexpected existence.

He could not have represented all of humanity, but he was using conquest to forcibly make humanity have only one voice, his voice.

Katur and Aturu didn't even dare to show their faces.

Only Hikta, who possessed the authority of death and therefore did not fear death, could still appear before Zui.

Originally, the gods could wait, wait until Zui died.

He was still human after all, and the lifespan of humans was short.

As long as the special case of Zui died, the gods would return, the world would still be their paradise, and humans would still be their toys.

But the king's ambition soared to the heavens.

The gods had witnessed the rise of humanity and knew how this race had evolved step by step from primitive and savage lower animals to the present.

That time was too short for them.

A Zui had already appeared.

Couldn't he represent a certain evolutionary direction for humanity?

Instead of betting that Zui was just a flash in the pan in human history, it would be better to directly restart at the right time.

The world would return to nothingness, and the gods would only need to spend another ten thousand years watching a new round of succession.

This time, they would no longer be bystanders.

It was too easy to nip humanity in the bud.

This was a forcing of hands for both sides, and it was bound to be a life-or-death struggle.

Chu Zu was in a hurry, and Feian was also in a hurry.

The two sides hit it off immediately.

The Sagteni army was still impatiently waiting for the king's command when they suddenly received an order to halt their conquests.

Not only was Turtanu stunned, but Naqiya also didn't understand.

Chu Zu didn't explain and was choosing a suitable place with Feian.

To truly establish a standardized system of secret arts, the first step was to demonstrate it, so that Feian could use the "wisdom" given by Aturu to transform it into language.

There was a slight difference from before, because Chu Zu did not recognize the script of Imolai.

Writing represented civilization, a medium independently created by humans without relying on miracles.

Writing could transcend time, construct imagination, and allow individuals to integrate with the outside world.

Even if humanity became extinct, it could continue to exist independently until it was discovered by a race that could decipher the medium.

Of course, Chu Zu only recognized the Sagteni language.

Imolai had been conquered by him and had become a city-state of Sagteni.

This was non-negotiable.

Feian knew the Sagteni language.

Learning and mastering a language was effortless for her.

But for a long time, she had been accustomed to recording in the Imolai language.

A sudden change of language would require a change in her mode of thinking, which meant she would have to completely reverse a cognitive structure that had been in place for over a hundred years.

The result Chu Zu wanted had to be precise and fault-tolerant.

It had to be ensured that even with the slightest difference, the recorded power could still be used smoothly.

Thus, the whole project was both dangerous and complex.

It was definitely not feasible to do it in the palace.

How many secret arts could Chu Zu release there?

He might end up blowing up his own home before he finished compiling the secret arts.

He chose a place near the Nituslaibi River.

When Aturu was playing tricks and cutting off the water, Naqiya did not sit back and wait for death either.

She ordered a new canal to be dug from the upper reaches.

Whichever country had water, she would dig there.

If they didn't allow digging, she would just start a fight.

It didn't matter if they lost.

Few countries could withstand Sagteni's attrition.

Using this almost mutually destructive method, several deep ravines were dug in the area near the Nituslaibi River.

But Aturu had been ruthless at that time.

She did not hesitate to show her despicableness to let Zui know the price of overstepping.

Since Imolai's defeat and Feian's arrival in Sagteni, the gods and Sagteni had entered a delicate stalemate, and the two river basins had returned to normal.

The original canals were no longer necessary.

To avoid flooding caused by the diversion, Naqiya directly sent the prisoners from Imolai to block the two mouths of the new canal.

Now, the hundreds of meters wide deep ravine still remained.

“It should be enough for me to blow up.”

Chu Zu had the system collect topographical data for analysis.

If it wouldn't affect the water inlet and wouldn't blow through the soil layer, causing the Nituslaibi River to directly overflow, then he would just set up the testing ground in the deep ravine.

“The width is enough, but the height is not. You need to dig deeper.”

The system simply came up with the design drawings and presented them to the host.

“Follow this. I have referenced the current construction technology levels of Imolai and Sagteni. If you give them the drawings directly, they can do it.”

After Chu Zu once again refreshed the system's worldview, the little yellow chicken surprisingly did not feel that the host's behavior was a challenge to the rules.

It could only blame their system's incompetence.

If there were truly perfect and rigorous rules, how could anyone exploit loopholes?

Since there were loopholes, weren't they meant to be exploited!

The little yellow chicken believed that this was a problem with its superiors and the management.

Day after day, taking so many kickbacks, their work was just struggling with BUGs, holding their positions without doing anything.

Since they were so incompetent, why should it care!

It was better to rise up and improve itself, determined to follow in the host's footsteps!

Chu Zu was very satisfied and rubbed the little yellow chicken's head into a yellow fur ball:

“You're so amazing.”

The little yellow chicken giggled, its wings flapping: “I aspire to be the eagle on the shoulder of the King of All Kings!”

Just as Naqiya came to ask about the situation, Chu Zu transcribed the drawings onto a clay tablet, intending to have her find someone to get it done.

“I want to know your thoughts.”

Naqiya wasn't as formal with Zui.

Even with Feian present, she was still direct, “Not only did you terminate the original campaign, but you also want to excavate an underground palace and recuperate inside for a period of time?”

“Yes.”

Chu Zu looked at Feian, “What else is missing, gold?”

He remembered that in the Aturu temple before, Feian had the followers use molten gold for recording on the walls.

Feian nodded: “Yes.”

Chu Zu didn't find it unreasonable.

Using gold for records made them easier to discover and circulate.

No matter the era, gold prospectors were always the gods of war on the front lines of archaeology.

Naqiya completely failed to understand what they were doing.

“Ceasefire, living in an underground palace far from the royal palace, and requiring a large amount of gold… Do you know what this means?”

Chu Zu said faintly: “It means I have to chop off many more heads.”

Naqiya took a deep breath.

She wouldn't have any objection to Zui, but her gaze towards Feian was now filled with dissatisfaction.

“Naqiya.”

Chu Zu handed her the transcribed stone tablet.

“Have you forgotten how I got to this position?”

He said, “What I do is always bloody and cruel dirty work for humanity. I will not refute it, nor do I need to listen to those voices. But I do not want the source of those voices to be you.”

It was almost like a command: “It cannot be you.”

Naqiya held the stone tablet.

She came into contact with politics at the age of 13.

At that time, the king was 25, in his prime, wary of his soon-to-be-adult eldest daughter, yet unwilling to waste the talent she displayed.

Thus, Zui was born.

Naqiya had no expectations for Zui.

This child's situation was as awkward as hers.

Zui might not be able to grow up well.

No matter which of his brothers and sisters ascended to the throne, they would do much more than just exile him to the Katur temple.

But he possessed something Naqiya did not, and neither did the old king.

No one knew where his rebelliousness came from.

He never bowed to anyone.

If someone made him uncomfortable, he would take their life.

In Naqiya’s 27th year, Zui gave her a surprise.

She watched as Zui nailed the King of Sagteni to the city wall.

This child's hands were covered in blood, the killing intent on his face had not yet faded.

Under the gaze of many frightened eyes, he walked up to Naqiya and squinted his eyes.

“Are you smiling?”

Naqiya didn't know.

She touched her face, and it seemed that the corners of her mouth had lifted.

Zui said to her: “I will let you have the last laugh. Now, Naqiya, pick up the crown.”

It took Naqiya a year to pick up the crown.

She touched power again, the power that could make the corners of her mouth lift.

In Naqiya’s 28th year, Zui’s 15th year, she personally crowned him.

Time passed too quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the 18-year-old Zui made another request of her.

Now Naqiya is 31.

She wouldn't live much longer.

The average age of the royal family was in their early 40s.

Naqiya's body had suffered irreversible damage during childbirth, and her lifespan would only be shorter, not longer.

In other words, she didn't have many years left to live.

Naqiya really wanted to see the day when Zui, with his sharpness and vigor, descended upon all things.

Zui possessed all the qualities she had and did not have.

It wasn't that he was suitable for the throne, but that the throne was chosen by him and submitted to him.

Her child, her younger brother, her Zui—her king had made a promise long ago that he would let her have the last laugh, so Naqiya could only believe it firmly.

She was willing to believe it firmly.

“You have never done anything foul.”

Naqiya said, “If it must be done, then it will all be done by my hand, Your Majesty.”

Her king once again showed an expression that might be unfamiliar to others, but was extremely familiar to Naqiya.

That kind of expression that pierced directly into one's heart, making you change with his emotions, full of control, yet abnormally tolerant and indulgent.

“Then do it.”

He said, “Do what makes you laugh heartily, Naqiya.”

A lion accompanied her in the silent, endless night, in the fertile river basin, in the golden palace.

His promise woke her from her slumber.

Scarlet, dazzling sparks fell upon the vast, boundless plains.

What burned for this was not only the Sagteni Kingdom.

But also Naqiya's aging soul, which was stepping into death.

That night.

The Kingdom of Goni, only separated from Imolai by a mountain, was located at the confluence of two rivers and was one of the targets of Sagteni I's conquests.

Goni's geographical location was superior.

The confluence of the two rivers formed a wide alluvial plain.

Fertile land, water for irrigation, and rich lowland swamps and wetlands... this quickly made Goni a major agricultural country.

But correspondingly, it also had the disadvantages of most plain countries.

The terrain was flat, with almost no natural geographical barriers such as mountains and hills.

Foreign invasions and nomadic raids were endless, until Goni and Imolai jointly built the Aturu temple.

As a country with the same faith, Imolai had long served as Goni's "barrier."

They both gave up their royal power in exchange for the god's favor.

Sagteni I had brutally dismantled this barrier, and the high priestess Feian, who was supposed to represent Aturu, made the declaration of the King of All Kings.

This made Goni uneasy from top to bottom.

In the palace council hall, the King of Goni trembled like a sieve, casting his gaze towards the high priest from time to time.

“Is the news true?” the king asked impatiently.

Not long ago, almost all the countries paying attention to Sagteni received the news.

Sagteni I was muddle-headed and incompetent, proud of his current achievements, and had moved to a newly built temporary palace.

Apart from the high priestess of Aturu, Feian, Sagteni I did not allow anyone to approach, not even the royal guards.

The prime minister, Naqiya, held political and military power in the palace and had rejected all requests for an audience without informing the king.

Turtanu had once risked his life to go to the deep ravine temporary palace for an audience, but all the soldiers' cries were swallowed by the shadows.

The king ignored them.

Only the white-robed Feian gave the order on his behalf: go back.

Hearing the news, the King of Goni was ecstatic.

When the high priest proposed a meeting, he couldn't hold back his glee.

In the council hall, a few flickering flames danced on the cold stone walls.

Several figures sat tightly around the stone table: the king, the high priest, the prime minister, and the commander of Goni.

These people, who held the highest positions in the country, had different expressions on their faces.

Their faces were split in two by the candlelight, most of them hidden in deep shadows.

The air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

“This is the best opportunity.”

A low voice broke the silence, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue in the darkness.

The high priest's gaze was deeper than the shadows in the darkness, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table.

“The foolish Sagteni I has chosen his own burial place, and is even so arrogant as to not be equipped with any military arms.”

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Silence hung over everyone's heart like a thick fog.

Since the fall of Imolai, few people would directly mention that person's name.

It was said that he possessed extraordinary power, power that was unimaginable to humans.

It was as if even mentioning him casually would be noticed.

Even though the high priest of Goni repeatedly warned that it was just the tyrant's trick and far from extraordinary, many people still believed that what Sagteni I possessed was by no means something an ordinary person could achieve.

The king's face turned pale: “No, High Priest, we don't need to at this time...”

“King.”

The high priest said coldly, “Thank you for your presence. The night is deep, perhaps you should rest early.”

The king shivered under his gaze.

This was also why the high priest looked down on him.

If the king hadn't studied under Feian in his youth, this good-for-nothing would never have sat in this position.

“Alright, alright…”.

Wearing that bulky and gorgeous robe, the king hastily left the council hall.

High Priest: “Are the candidates ready?”

“We have gathered the best assassins in Goni.”

The prime minister immediately responded.

“The best assassins in Goni are all followers of Aturu.”

“You mean…”

The prime minister wiped away his cold sweat.

He couldn't figure out the high priest's intention.

Was it that he didn't want to involve the Aturu church on the surface, or did he have other considerations…?

“Idiot.”

The high priest cursed in a low voice, “My capable prime minister, you want to let followers of Aturu assassinate a devil who can easily bewitch a high priestess?”

The prime minister immediately said: “Then let the army—”

“Shut up.”

The commander reprimanded sternly, “If the king orders us to fight the tyrant, my soldiers will gladly die. Assassination? Who gave you the right to insult the army?!”

The high priest's gaze swept over him faintly.

The commander was not afraid and responded with a posture as cold and hard as metal.

Caught between the two leaders of political and military power, the prime minister didn't even dare to wipe his sweat, wishing he could just faint.

This was not something he could interfere in in the first place.

At most, he could be a pawn.

The current situation was overwhelming for him.

“Why do you think you were summoned here?”

The biting coldness in the high priest's words seeped into everyone's bones.

“If you were a Sagteni, your king would greatly admire your foolish pride, but you are not. Your ambition is not valued by the cowardly and incompetent King of Goni—and now you talk to me about insults?”

“How ridiculous. It's even ridiculous that you want to meet him on the battlefield. The battlefield belongs to Sagteni, not Goni. The battlefield belongs to the tyrant, not you.”

A terrifying vein popped on the commander's forehead: “You—”

The high priest didn't pay any attention and sneered.

“That’s right, I am insulting you, again and again. What will you do? Abandon your king, abandon your Goni, and wag your tail at Sagteni I? I’ll tell you what you can do. Either shut up and be insulted by me, or die for your king immediately.”

The prime minister was almost crushed to suffocation by the atmosphere.

The high priest's words were too sharp, but the commander's anger gradually dissipated.

He was telling the truth.

All his words were the truth.

When the tyrant Sagteni I appeared, almost all the soldiers who were subject to divine power would have absurd thoughts—what if I were also a Sagteni.

Even if they still had love for their motherland and were unwilling to admit their despicable inner thoughts… When faced with Sagteni I, who had already issued the declaration of "King of All Kings," there were always only two possibilities.

Try to challenge him, or follow him to conquer everything.

“Half followers of Aturu, half army soldiers.”

The high priest ordered.

“If you find anything wrong with the followers, immediately have the soldiers execute them. Vice versa, if the soldiers have any disloyal thoughts, have the followers clean them up. One watches the back of the other until they complete their mission!”

He turned his head to look at the prime minister, whose face was pale.

“This matter is entirely up to you. Do not care about the cost. Even if it means destroying that canal and causing an unprecedented great flood… as long as you can kill Sagteni I, any tragic price is worth it.”

“...”

The prime minister did not know if this was the wisdom bestowed by the gods.

The gods always required them to be peaceful, humble, and to treat everything they had with a grateful heart.

Then did the despicableness and ruthlessness now also come from the gods?

The prime minister had to think of the tyrant who brought disaster.

Sagteni I never played tricks.

All his actions were open and aboveboard.

Just like the national emblem of the Sagteni Kingdom, the majestic lion under the sun despised conspiracies and trampled on tricks.

Every roar of the lion was transmitted to every corner of the plain, so that everyone could hear it, even if that roar was announcing their death.

Before the prime minister could answer, the high priest turned around directly, his back to the candlelight, his face completely drowned in the thick darkness, and he stepped out of the council hall.

The prime minister also planned to leave.

When he brushed past the commander, his peripheral vision caught the commander's tense face.

The firelight struggled and danced in the man's pupils, then was extinguished.

He stepped into the darkness to find that faint glimmer of life, which might not even be considered life.

As the night grew darker, the actions under the conspiracy unfolded in full swing.

The chosen soldiers did not feel honored.

They were not even clear about the urgency of the situation, only knowing that this trip was to put one person to death—the one who gave the order still did not dare to speak that person's name.

The chosen followers of Aturu were mostly women.

They were smaller in stature, more agile in movement, and all of them hid their faces in white robes, which was the most hidden place under the moonlight.

They recited the teachings of Aturu, praying that the god could bestow upon them luck comparable to wisdom.

And under one of the white robes, unnoticed by anyone, a face that was too unfamiliar to the world, yet so familiar to Zui that it was disgusting, was present.

Black mist wrapped around the skin under the white robe, concealing the cold aura on her body that did not belong to humans.

The god of death, Hikta, lowered her eyes, but her gaze was fixed on the distant deep ravine temporary palace.

She saw the king standing in the center of the molten gold.

Scarlet flames flickered around the king's body, enough to drive away all darkness.

The effect of those flames was clear and direct, but the scarlet eyes of the same color held a secret that even the gods could not fathom.

Humans always longed for higher places, even higher places.

Even if it meant exchanging it for death, they would climb with all their might to places they could not reach.

Hikta would also have some interest at first.

She wanted to see what the value of the things humans exchanged was.

The result was that there was no value.

So their deaths also seemed cheap.

Hikta had pursued more solemn deaths, such as Katur, or Aturu.

She had killed her own kind, many times.

The death of a god was novel.

The dazzling light would dim, disappear, and turn to dust.

Before Hikta could savor it, the god who was supposed to be dead would be reborn in the dead of night.

Perhaps after a few hundred years, a few thousand years.

Hikta couldn't distinguish time, it had no meaning for her.

A more boring answer was placed before Hikta.

Even as the embodiment of the concept of "death," Hikta could not truly bring "death" to the gods.

Facing cheap deaths and unreachable deaths all day long, Hikta believed that her joy when she discovered Zui was by no means an exaggeration.

She saw a scarlet soul, more like dusk than any flame.

Blood and death would overwrite this land, following that child's gaze into silence.

It was hard to believe that that child was closer to death itself than the god of death.

This thought reached its peak when Hikta discovered that the other party was actually plundering her authority through slaughter.

He didn't need the god of war and sacrifice to give him war and sacrifice.

He didn't need the god of wisdom and wealth to give him wisdom and wealth.

He also didn't need the god of death to give him death.

Ashurbanipal-Zui-Sagteni was born without the need for any god's blessing.

If he wanted it, he would take it himself.

Feian's appearance seemed redundant.

Hikta had countless ways to make Zui the final destination of death, and Feian would ruin it all.

The most foolish thing Aturu ever did was to give Feian something she shouldn't have.

She would become the sharpest blade in Zui's hand, a blade aimed only at the gods.

Katur and Aturu were terrified of this, like children who couldn't stand to lose, hoping to start everything over again.

Hikta could promise them to deal with Feian.

It was simple, no trouble at all.

But how could she let them have their way with other things.

True death was a dead end that could not be repeated.

Obviously, her companions did not understand.

Fortunately, someone did.

Hikta disappeared into the crowd, galloping towards Sagteni in the night.

The grass trodden by her small figure left a black shadow that even the moonlight could not illuminate.

As the crowd dispersed, all life also withered.

At the same time, Hikta saw Zui under the deep ravine.

The black mist gushing from his hands engulfed the bouquet in Feian's hands.

Hikta was overjoyed.

The white robe could barely cover the black mist on her skin.

A thin black line faded at the edge, causing her companions to shiver involuntarily.

I look forward to meeting you in the deep ravine where the sun cannot reach, Your Majesty.

Hikta said in her heart.

That might be the first meeting between death and death.

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