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After an unknown amount of time, Aratake Ichito and Miyu Chiyo finally returned to their inner world.

It’s just that… the contrast between the two states is extremely stark.

Arata Ichito's face flushed with a smile, his lips curled up, his face full of satisfaction and aftertaste.

Mikiya Chiyo's eyes were dull, his steps were unsteady, and he looked dazed, as if he had Alzheimer's.

Returning to her inner world, Miyu Chiyo's stagnant eyes first lit up, and then when she saw Aratake Ichito standing beside her, a huge rage suddenly erupted from her chest!

"Little bastard! I'm going to kill you!!"

Miyu Chiyo grabbed Arotaki Ichito by the neck and pressed him under her body, exerting force with both hands.

Arata Ichito woke up immediately, put his hand on Miyu Chiyo's chin, and cursed: "Old Deng! Why are you so mad? I saved you and it's wrong, right?!"

"Save? Hahaha... You can't save me even if you toss me into a brainless novel written by a third-rate author and torture me for years?!"

The more Miyu Chiyo spoke, the angrier and more grief-stricken she became.

"You bastard, what kind of shitty world did you design? Do you know? How many times did that so-called hero slap me? How many times was I kidnapped? How many times was I misunderstood?"

"Three years. Three whole years. If that world didn't skip over me frequently, I don't know how long I would have been tortured?!"

At this moment, for Miyu Chiyo, the last bloodline of the red demon and his last successor are no longer important.

Now she just wanted to hang that bastard on a tree and beat him for ninety-nine thousand eight hundred days.

Otherwise it would be difficult to get rid of the hatred in her heart.

Hearing Michiyo's sad and angry tone, Arata Ichito laughed out loud.

He pushed Michiyo away, covered his stomach with his hands, and laughed until he was out of breath.

“Hahahaha! Judging from your appearance… you must have suffered a lot, hahaha… you deserve it!”

"You guy..."

Miyu Chiyo's face was gloomy, and he clenched his fists with well symbols appearing one after another.

She looked around, clearly wanting to find her sword to chop the bastard into pieces, but she gave up because her sword did not follow her into her inner world.

After laughing for a long time, Arata Ichito finally stopped. He found a chair and sat down casually, saying, "Miyachiyo, the laughter is over. Now you can ask whatever you want."

Before Michiyo Myouji could speak, Arataki Ichito added another sentence.

"...Of course, I may not answer you if you ask me."

The anger that Miyu Chiyo had suppressed with great difficulty almost burst out again. With a gloomy face, she asked in a deep voice:

"First of all, why am I here? I was killed after using my magic to help you recover from your injuries on Yingxiang Mountain. How could I be here?"

Arata Ichito said calmly, "When your soul was scattered, I used a secret method to preserve a small part of your remaining soul."

Miyu Chiyo was about to ask questions like what the secret method was or where did you get it from, but when she saw Arata Ichito's expression, she realized that there was no way to know the answer, so she had to change the question.

"Then why did you protect me?"

"This..."

Arata Ichito thought for a moment before saying, "There are many reasons."

"Does it count as wanting to help you atone for your sins?"

"Atonement..."

Hearing this word, Miyu Chiyo's face became much darker.

"Yes, atonement."

Arata Ichito shrugged, "After all, you are my ancestor, and I, as your descendant, can only take over this mess."

"and……"

Arata Ichito glanced at Miyu Chiyo and said, "You also want to be redeemed from this, don't you?"

Miyu Chiyo's body trembled when she heard this. She suddenly bent down, lowered her head, and said in an unprecedentedly sincere and pleading tone: "Please, please help them..."

Arata Ichito waved his hands, looking impatient. "You have no other options, except to bend down and bow down. I will definitely help you, but it will take time. Those guys can't be found in such a short time."

Without waiting for Miyu Chiyo's response, Arata Ichito said, "Besides this reason, I resurrected you because I want you to do me a favor."

"What help?" Miyu Chiyo asked hurriedly.

"Help me practice and be a good audience at the same time."

"audience?"

Miyu Chiyo frowned, "I can help you practice, after all, you and I are both red ghosts, and I can also teach you some secrets, but what does the audience mean?"

"Well..." Aratake Ichito suddenly laughed, he opened his arms, and laughed unruly and wildly, "In a year or maybe two years, I will personally declare war on General Raiden. I will personally crush the eternity she insists on. I will personally trample her arrogance and ignorance into the dust. I will let this extremely stupid god understand what is -"

"A deep hatred! Fight till death!!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Miyu Chiyo finally understood the meaning of the audience at this moment. She grabbed Arata Ichito by the collar, with an anxious look on her face.

"Aratake Ichito, do you know what you are talking about?"

Arata Ichito slapped Miyu Chiyo's hand away, and the smile on his face became a little sarcastic: "Of course I know what I'm talking about. But you, Miyu Chiyo, do you still want to pretend to be confused?"

"Am I pretending to be confused?" Miyu Chiyoko frowned.

Arata Ichito's smile became more sarcastic: "Why, isn't it? Miyu Chiyo, ask yourself, would General Raiden not recognize that you were contaminated by the abyss at that time?"

"This..." Miyu Chiyo was speechless.

"You recognize her, right? Then the question is, why is she unwilling to reveal the truth and clear our ghost clan's name?"

"No... No, Ichido, I understand the General's character. She is not as omnipotent as you think. She is just like a human being, with emotions and desires, and she can also be negligent. She will be sad after I die. Coupled with the deception that was carried out at that time, this scene was caused..." Miyomi Chiyo became more and more anxious, and even a little incoherent.

"In short... in short, I was the one who was contaminated and swung the knife at the general. The fault is mine. The general was just careless for a moment..."

"Mikochiyo!!"

Before Miyuchiyo could finish her words, she was interrupted by Arata Ichito's angry voice.

At this moment, Arata Ichito's eyes were cold, with veins popping out on his forehead like earthworms, staring at him and making people feel cold in their hearts.

"How long do you want to deceive yourself?! Was she negligent?! What kind of negligence can last for five hundred years?"

"She just doesn't care!!!"

"Yes, the other party is a high and mighty god, how could he care about the lives of ants on the ground? I hate this, but I admit it!"

"The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy! There is no excuse."

"but you……"

Arata Ichito suddenly looked at Miyu Chiyo, and the fire of anger in his cold eyes seemed to become real, burning the latter so that she dared not even look at him.

"Miyachiyo! As the ancestor of the demon clan, what are you doing after you find out who is the murderer who almost wiped out our clan?"

"Full of rage, you want to lead your people to seek revenge? Full of indignation, you want to seek justice?"

"No, none of that!"

"You are asking us to put aside our hatred and live peacefully with those genocide murderers!!!"

"Do you think we'll let it go if you take all the blame on yourself?!"

"No! No way! We are not blind, we know right from wrong! And you are trying to appease our five hundred years of anger and hatred with such a childish approach?!"

"To do so! Such cowardice! Such stupidity!"

"Miya Chiyo, are you still qualified to be the patriarch and ancestor of the ghost tribe?!!"

"Are you worthy of the respect that your people and your son will give you for the next five hundred years?!!"

"Answer me!!!"

Having said that, Aratake Ichito stood up from his chair with a "swoosh", and with a ferocious face, he questioned and roared at Miyano Chiyo.

Miyuchiyo lowered her head, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Maybe that wasn't what she meant, and she had a lot to explain.

But at this moment, none of it matters.

Arata Ichito sneered. At this moment, his words were far more hurtful than the swords on the battlefield.

"Miya Chiyo, when you first served under the Thunder God, your ideal was to gain merit and glory for the ghost tribe."

"But now, where are the achievements? Where is the glory?"

"All that is left for us is endless abuse and expulsion!"

"You made a choice between your tribe members and your friends. I have no right to interfere."

"But this battle! I must fight!!"

"You will die!" Michiyo screamed.

The world seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Die? No, I will win." Aradaki Ichito said, shaking his head slightly.

"Miyachiyo, my words are very extreme, but they are indeed my true thoughts."

"There's no point in us arguing here. It's better to calm down for a while and speak with facts."

Arata Ichito sighed, turned and left, but before he was about to leave, he turned around and said something to Michiyo.

"Miyachiyo, I have one last thing to say to you..."

Aratake Ichito's smile became unbridled at this time.

"—Fuck God."

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