Chapter 811: Chapter 418: Instead of Resisting, Why Not Enjoy It

The "Sun Crown" blessing doubles the affinity for Holy Light, allowing one to absorb energy from the enemy’s Holy Light attacks and slightly convert it into their own life force.

The Holy Mark absorbs the energy contained within the Holy Water Pool, quickly replenishing itself, allowing the Holy Mark, which was thought to be already perfect, to continue improving slowly.

But Herbert doesn’t care about any of this right now; there’s only one thing that can move him.

Bathing!

After working so hard, it’s finally time for me to enjoy myself.

In the center of the Holy Water Pool, there’s a structure like a baptism pool. Herbert walks down a few steps but doesn’t go further; he stands in the water with his upper body just above the surface.

Herbert lowers his head, looks at the clear, transparent pool water, and suddenly smiles.

He cups his hand and scoops up the Holy Water that glows with a golden light, then slowly pours it over his head.

The Holy Water flows down from the top of his head, travels over his face, drips onto his chest, and eventually falls back into the pool.

His moon-white hair cascades like a waterfall, reflecting a handsome figure like the moon descending to the dusty waves of the Holy Water Pool.

If judged by Herbert’s own words, this scene would be summed up as – Wow, what a picture of a hunk emerging from a bath!

"Gulp!"

A viewer watching this couldn’t help but swallow, forcibly diverting their gaze, biting their lips and muttering under their breath:

"Damn, why does this guy have to look so good..."

A face comparable to an angel’s, yet possessing a devil-like allure.

Even though Kreti harbors some dissatisfaction towards Herbert, she has to admit the scene is indeed beautiful, soothing to the eyes.

Yes, what truly makes Kreti want to retreat to hell is not the drool-worthy hunk in front of her.

Her collapse at this moment is more due to another reason – she feels her beliefs have been shaken greatly.

After arriving at the Holy City of Radiance, this Miss Devil’s fundamental beliefs were once again shaken.

Previously, as per Herbert’s request, Kreti had a cathartic rant against the Sun God’s followers trapped in the Illusion Realm.

This wasn’t an easy task; one wrong move could easily backfire, with good intentions doing bad deeds, easily offending people.

But Kreti didn’t care about this.

She unleashed all her acerbic skills accumulated over hundreds of years, ruthlessly attacking those folks, spewing all sorts of venomous remarks as if they were free.

She thought she would receive a flood of curses, even be chased and beaten by angry believers... 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Don’t get it wrong, Kreti isn’t worried about being misunderstood.

On the contrary, she actually hopes for that scene to come about.

After all, that’s the kind of treatment a normal demon should be used to.

She relished the insults.

Following the law of conservation of smiles, when a smile appears on her face, others lose theirs.

So, after enjoying her rant, logically speaking, those people should feel angry, right?

The law was correct, the operation fine, and the target suitable, yet the outcome turned out differently.

Why?

Why, after waking up, the emotion conveyed by that group was all joy?

Kreti doesn’t understand.

Utterly bewildered.

Somewhat defensively broken.

"Thank you for scolding us!"

"You made us realize our mistakes!"

"Thank you! It was you who scolded us into awareness during the crisis, stopping us from completely falling!"

"Thank you! Thank you..."

The gratitude was heartfelt, carrying a sense of sudden epiphany akin to a prodigal son returning home, earnestly thanking the mysterious woman who woke them up at the crucial moment.

Kreti: ?

???

Listen, can you hear this!

What the heck kind of words are these?

Listen to yourselves, is this something to say to a demon?

Friend, are you trying to kill me?

For a demon, such praise is more maddening than the most vicious curse.

No, wrong!

I’m not trying to help you!

I’m not doing it willingly!

I just wanted to take the chance to scold, really didn’t plan to genuinely help you!

No!

I didn’t!

Don’t thank me!!!

No—

Kreti breaks down.

Previously, just one person’s gratitude was already quite unbearable for her; now, being suddenly thanked by thousands almost made her spirit collapse.

Yet, in Kreti’s heart, there’s a vague, albeit weak but real, different voice.

"Perhaps, this feeling is... not so bad?"

Is it really not bad?

A bit awkward, a bit unnatural, somewhat joyful—a complex feeling.

Is this what it feels like to be thanked?

"I just did what I wanted to do; what they think has nothing to do with me, whether it’s gratitude or hate, it’s their issue... Well, it’s unrelated to me."

She comforted herself, trying to find a more acceptable excuse.

Kreti really didn’t know why she would have such "blasphemous" thoughts for a demon.

But she had to admit, after thinking this way, her mental state seemed significantly relaxed.

And... faintly realizing her uniqueness.

Perhaps, she really is an anomaly among demons?

Not just different in talent, but more on a mental level.

"Thinking this way, can I really still be considered a demon?"

...

...

Miss Devil is over there entangled in worries, pondering her uniqueness.