But the slight tremor in her voice was a dead giveaway, a traitor that exposed the full extent of her inner turmoil.
After all, though she was a deity, she was still a woman,
and what woman wouldn't care about her own virtue?
What's more, she was the Supreme God of the White-Red Empire, revered and adored by all its people.
The thought of being defiled by those homeless men who roamed the streets—walking corpses reeking of sour rot—
made her tremble uncontrollably, her scalp tingling in horror.
This wasn't the heart-pounding rush of a thrill-seeker,
but a bone-deep terror, the kind one feels when a Demon has you by the throat.
"I'm only giving you three seconds to think it over. No extensions."
Chu He paid her no mind, his voice as cold and hard as the clang of steel on steel.
He spoke at a rapid pace, starting the countdown. "Three, two, one."
Each number was a death knell, carrying the stench of mortality,
