I've Possessed Persephone (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 117

The heads of the humans slowly bowed downward.

A wave had passed.

Among them were those who, like reefs, refused to lower their heads—but even they were not ignoring the concept of a “new afterlife.” Persephone continued speaking.

“If you’re going to be given a second, third, or even dozens of new lives ahead, living a long life whose next moment you can’t even guess—wouldn’t it feel honestly regrettable to give up right at this moment?”

Her gaze briefly brushed past the girl.

“Of course, if you’re truly too exhausted and really want to give up, that’s fine too. As long as you don’t do anything wrong, you don’t have to force yourself to live diligently. That’s entirely up to you.”

“…….”

“Still…….”

She took a breath and quietly continued.

“I hope you won’t let your past or future torment your present self.”

Neither a past stripped of memories and leaving only pain, nor an uncertain future so burdensome it feels overwhelming, was necessary for living—because the present moment was simply too brief to hold both the past you’ve walked through and the future you’ll cross.

“……Who are you?”

At that moment, someone among the humans asked.

Persephone wordlessly nodded her head—a gesture clearly challenging them to guess who she was.

A god who ‘died’ and then returned to life was rare. A deity shining with holier light than even the high priest, one who could casually utter Hades’ true name, was rarer still. And a god who could descend so effortlessly into Demeter’s temple, one of the Twelve Olympians, was rarer yet.

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