"Big brother, is this your true form?"
"Yes."
"Since you're not from our world, can you kill me? I don't want to live anymore, I'm in so much pain, I don't want a miracle."
The little girl, looking like a mummy, raised her head, her eyes filled with deep hope, similar to those believers outside praying for miracles.
No, it's slightly different; she only wants liberation.
For her, liberation is a miracle.
Nuriya looked at Wen Yan with pleading eyes, her entire being devoid of the strength to stand, hanging by chains, yet still lifting her head, begging Wen Yan for release.
Wen Yan reached out his hand, gently snapped it, breaking the chains, and he caught the falling Nuriya.
A girl around ten, now no more than twenty or thirty pounds, light as a feather, appearing incapable of living.
Yet Wen Yan could indeed feel she was alive.
He didn't know what kind of bug the creator introduced, causing this former NPC girl to be unable to die.
