I'll Abandon the Fake Savior (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 120

Greta had intended from the very beginning to drown Yuricien in Chalice Lake. She had chosen this lake—the very place that marked a beginning for both Yuricien and herself—as Yuricien’s grave.

To keep Yuricien from realizing her trick, she deliberately attacked only with her sword, guiding Yuricien’s retreat until she finally succeeded in cornering her like prey. And only after falling into the water did Yuricien fully comprehend Greta’s scheme.

With his abdomen pierced, Yuricien saw a very distant memory beyond his hazy consciousness. It was the memory of the day he’d nearly drowned as a child. He clearly saw Benjamin—the unmistakable savior—swimming toward him.

Young Benjamin urgently reached out his hand. Yuricien was pulled upward by a strength so immense it couldn’t possibly belong to a child. That powerful force even seemed to tilt his head slightly backward.

‘No, this memory… isn’t mine.’

Though Yuricien had been extremely young and disoriented at the time, he could assert with certainty that this memory didn’t belong to him—his intuition told him so. This memory was being “shown” to him.

Outside Chalice Lake, Greta exhaled a leisurely breath. A relaxed sense of ease pleasantly enveloped her entire body. It was a feeling entirely different from the thrill one feels after taking someone’s life—an overwhelming sense of liberation. Excitement surged through her like a tide, fueled by the satisfaction of having finally achieved all her goals.

“It’s all over now.”

Murmuring in a cheerful voice, Greta slowly raised her body, which had been bowed as if pressing her face into the water’s surface. Judging by the circumstances, Benjamin seemed to be in Chalice Lake, but no matter how long she waited, not even a single breath surfaced—only splashes of water. He must have lost consciousness. Drowning was now only a matter of time.

Now that Yuricien was dead too, all that remained was the true liberation of the Heven faith—the downfall of Solzereon and the end of this world. She no longer entertained any doubts about the righteousness of the Heven faith. Neither destruction nor the apocalypse frightened her anymore. The pleas of Heven believers—to purify the world and awaken their ancestors—had long since faded into complete oblivion.

“I must cleanse everything.”

Greta was simply delighted.

“After all, it’s the world I’ll rule.”

Because she had now become a god.

“Hmm hmm hmm…”

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