chapter 153 The End of Death
Picking up a fallen strand of hair, one could vaguely see the emerald green of past life, but at this moment, it presented a deathly dryness. She slightly raised her eyes, as if the entire world, the tree of life, was withering.
“Really, even this young lady is dying… Was I woken up just because I’m about to die?”
The slightly confused eyes regained a sliver of clarity, but unfortunately, decay was continuously spreading across her face. It was likely that before long, those beautiful, crystal-clear big eyes would also be eroded by death, leaving only empty bone sockets.
She extended her fingertips and touched her face. The sensation of rotting flesh and bone, along with the stench of blood foam, made Verafia tremble.
She somewhat wished to use her magic to form a mirror and look, but the fear that welled up in her heart made her abandon the thought.
The decay had not stopped at all. Now, her beautiful face was being eroded by death. If she were to look in a mirror, it wouldn’t be the girl with the beautiful face she was familiar with…
Instead, with so much rotten flesh and exposed bones, if she were outside, countless insects would surely be buzzing around. What would appear in her eyes must be an ugly girl.
Verafia had always loved her beautiful face. Even if she truly died, she would rather be a beautiful girl from her memories than appear as an ugly girl in her memories.
“Ugh, if Ig, that idiot, saw me like this, would he… dislike this young lady?”
Verafia vaguely thought, feeling a sense of insecurity.
“He definitely would. That guy likes me only because I’m beautiful. If even I can’t accept myself, then that guy will definitely think I’m a monster. Hmph, it’s already good that he’s not attacking me.”
Thinking of this, Verafia’s cheeks puffed out slightly. It was a pity that her jade-like exquisite skin had already melted away. Only her bones remained, and she was no longer as cute and charming as before.
Then, she suddenly thought that her sudden awakening from death was not because of the pain spreading through her flesh and blood, but simply because she couldn’t bear to see her beautiful face decay, and she was afraid Ig would leave her?
So, was it because she cared about that guy Ig that she woke up from the goddess’s dream… Tch, that guy, why didn’t he help her sooner, and waited until she fell into death?
In that case, it would have been better to let her remain immersed in the tree god’s dream! That way, she would have been in the identity of a compassionate goddess who embraced all things, or a beautiful young girl, rather than this rotten, ugly appearance!
For some reason, Verafia always had such a persistent thought in her mind… Yes, since she was reborn as a girl, when she died, how could she not be a sweet and lovely beautiful girl?
This was naturally unacceptable!
“However, this is the dream world of the goddess of life. If I die here, perhaps even my corpse won’t remain, so there’s no need to care…”
The young girl whispered softly, her pupils lifted, “It’s just, I wonder if Ig will build a small grave for me?”
Even after walking for a long time, the withered tree of life was still beside her. That was the symbol of Verafia’s soul, and at this moment, like her body, it was withering in decay.
The surroundings were still an boundless darkness; this was the color of death, staining the entire world. This meant that even the dream world of the goddess Silusry was falling into death.
Perhaps, what she was experiencing was the life of the goddess Silusry herself.
From a small leaf, she grew into the tree of life, and under her protection, countless beings grew and flourished, and life turned into a forest…
But all of this was destroyed by the sudden arrival of death. The citizens she protected, one by one, could not escape the fate of decay, and even she herself withered away in death.
“But it’s meaningless. Anyway, this young lady is also about to die along with this goddess’s dream.”
Verafia let out a cheerful smile, but her voice, which could still be heard with a pleasant, bell-like tone, had become incredibly hoarse and low, like rotting flesh and bone grinding together, making even herself uncomfortable.
Was this a trace of death that had already eroded her throat?
Verafia wanted to touch her face, but she was afraid of being scared, so she lowered her eyes and looked at her trembling, outstretched palm.
Just like her body, her once white jade, exquisitely perfect small hand, like an artwork, was rotting. The tender skin of mutton-fat jade was decaying, and the scattered flesh peeled off, revealing the slender bones of a girl.
Like the withering tree of life, death was also occurring throughout her body, seeping into her soul.
Her soul, gradually weakening, even the pain began to recede, turning into cold numbness… Verafia could feel her already rotted lungs, her breathing slowing, like the dissipating warmth, and the colors of life were rapidly fading.
Verafia was the soul of a goddess, but within the dream world of the same goddess, facing death, she could not avoid its erosion.
Her footsteps suddenly stopped, and Verafia fell to the ground. No pain came, only the indistinct, chaotic sound of bones rolling.
“Seriously, it’s a good thing this young lady is tough… Even if I turned into a skeleton, I didn’t break, right?”
For some reason, Verafia suddenly had a whimsical thought of joking. She picked up a broken bone, as if it were her newly broken arm.
It was still delicate and slender like a girl’s, but the originally lustrous color must have gradually become dull and dry, and rough pores appeared on its tightly packed surface.
The flame of life had been extinguished, she was already dead. She couldn’t even be called a corpse, just a skeleton frame that wasn’t even good-looking… Perhaps, when the residual warmth of the flame of life cooled down, her consciousness would also dissipate?
However, she never expected to die so easily. She thought she would have a great battle with the will of the goddess Silusry… Even if she were erased by the goddess’s will, it would have been better than this.
In the end, they said she had lived through the life of the goddess Silusry, but she had always been a tree, and like her, she died from the erosion of death.
How boring.
It would have been better to stay by Eg and Little Fei’s side at that time. At worst, she could have died in the body of a beautiful girl.
Verafia couldn’t make a sound, so she could only complain endlessly in her heart.
She raised her eyes, and before her was a condensed death, dark and silent, as if this was the end of death.
A constant, unchanging deathly stillness… Verafia suddenly felt a sense of frustration that weighed heavily on her heart. She extended her hand, a withered palm with slender bones connected to the skeletal frame, reflecting the cold light of death.
Oppressive, silent… it shouldn’t be like this.
Like the memory of being the tree of life, faint wisps of light lit up on her slender hand bones, and then—it was like the first flicker of the flame of life illuminating the entire world of death.
The soft flame of life touched the girl’s face, reflecting gentle light among the skeletal remains.
Suddenly, a dazzling light of life burst before her eyes, like the first light of dawn, abruptly splitting the world of death and showering down.
Following the path of the light, the death-infested land regained its vitality, and familiar flowers and plants bloomed before Verafia’s eyes.
Just as death had once eroded, with the fall of the light of life, the abundant emerald green of life continuously spread across the dark earth. Perhaps in a few short breaths, this world of death would once again become an ocean of life.
However, Verafia’s gaze was fixed on the green-haired girl emerging from the soft, bright light after the light of life.
Her emerald green long hair cascaded to her waist, and the girl had a beautiful face. However, in Verafia’s eyes, what was more prominent was her inclusiveness and gentleness.
She came to Verafia’s side, and her unblemished white palm clasped Verafia’s small hand, illuminated by a wisp of the flame of life.
