Revenge After Death

Chapter 500

In the past, I believed that death could inflict pain on those who harmed me. I viewed it as the ultimate retaliation against the organization.

But now, such notions seemed childish. My death wouldn't harm those villains; it would only bring sadness and despair to the ones I loved, repeatedly.

Summoning all my strength, I lifted my hands to hold Steven's face, managing a weak smile. "Long time no see, Steven..." My Steven.

Steven stiffened at my touch, his eyes closing as warm tears landed on my eyelashes.

He was such a crybaby... It was hard to reconcile that with the man who went berserk and lashed out at others.

"I've prayed countless times, hoping that you'll be fine..." Steven whispered softly, his voice trembling.

"I never knew a genius would believe in a higher power too," I joked weakly.

He chuckled. "I don't... but when a heart feels empty, it needs something to lean on, Stephie."

I stared at him blankly, suddenly recalling a faint yet vivid memory buried deep within me.

my high school classmates,

that there was no higher power in this world, Cecile's grandmother fervently prayed every day for her. Cecile's grandmother, who was in her 60s, even climbed the mountain tirelessly each day, seeking blessings for Cecile's

Cecile, deeming her grandmother's

grasp the significance either. Despite Cecile's terminal illness,

prayers truly make a difference? There are no gods in

responded, "My grandmother is my

unable to comprehend them fully. Yet

me as her, it seemed I had become something akin to a deity in their

keep going, to

me and me alone. I'm the embodiment of your love," I declared imperiously, commanding Steven to focus solely on me

I'd feel jealous of the face of my past self one

without hesitation, always

unconsciousness, or

longer needed to fret or ponder. I could finally drift into

goddamn bitch!" I heard someone

was Eason, known for his