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...it.
She walked back to the table at the center of the room, placing the tong on top of it as she stood there, waiting for the next few hours.
****
Hours flew by until it felt like a day. Jessica was currently sitting on the table with a tired expression, her blood-red hair clinging to...
...She pushed the thought aside. Eager to see the materials, she clipped the bucket with the tong and pulled it out just enough to check.
Her eyes widened.
"Flaming Hell!!" She screamed the curse without meaning to.
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...as the 'Devil's Grin'.
"I guess a change of approach is needed, huh?"
She was definitely not letting Jessica off yet. Another day awaited.
*****
Jessica bolted out of the house's exit door in a rush. The morning breeze brushed her skin in cool waves as she ran through the streets. She...
...doing their work.
Jessica's heart instantly dropped. '...How the hell am I going to survive this?' She was definitely doomed at this rate.
****
Violet watched Jessica's face pale as the pressure waves kept rolling over her, even while she still held onto her.
She sighed. Her free hand...
...this vile being in front of her, clearly enjoying her suffering, had just become—
Vile Being Pro Max.
And Jessica was her leveling material.
*****
Jessica walked calmly out of the house's exit door, the morning breeze brushing her skin in a cool wave. She inhaled deeply, a smile on...
...climbed the stairs.
Violet watched Jessica walk away and couldn't help but sigh deeply herself, though clearly for a different reason.
*****
Jessica now sat at the dining table dressed in a black nightgown, staring at the tempting food on her plate. A slice of meat, a handful of white...
...words that rang in her mind like a bell of finality:
"The age of the gods... has just begun."
"A second time."
And everything went blank.
*****
"Gasp...!!"
Jessica bolted upright, one hand clasping her chest as if she'd truly suffered a heart attack.
"What happened?!" The words...
...her within an inch of her life, was going to help her awaken her magic core.
A slight smile played on Jessica's lips, subconscious and genuine.
****
A few minutes later, Jessica sat perfectly straight, legs crossed in a meditative pose, her eyes closed in concentration. Violet...
...Her pale face became paler.
She knew—knew with absolute certainty, that this training would be her direct ticket to the afterlife of flames.
*****
Jessica sluggishly walked inside, her shoulders drooping low as she shut the surprisingly heavy door while muttering curses. She hadn't...
...be my personal preference."
Jessica laughed, a small, genuine sound. The image of the serious, rigid assistant crumbled entirely in her mind.
****
After the laughter receded, Wendy raised her head, staring slightly upward at the distant clouds.
"Look," she said, nudging her chin toward...