She had already checked the system shop. While she could technically buy a heavenly tiger egg, there was only one available, and it was locked behind the achievement shop. Heavenly beasts weren’t something one could casually purchase from the regular system mall. The fact that she managed to buy Bell back then had simply been good fortune.
"Alright, I trust my wife. Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it with you. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you," Duke murmured as he wrapped Kisha in a gentle hug from behind, resting his cheek against hers.
His voice softened even more as he added, "You’ve been working so hard lately. This new teleportation scroll is amazing, useful, and powerful, but don’t forget to take care of yourself. I’ve seen you push yourself too hard to the point of putting yourself in danger more than once."
He tightened his embrace, his tone turning a little coaxing, almost coquettish, as if trying to coax her into easing up. "You have a husband now, someone who wants to share your burdens. You don’t need to carry everything alone anymore. Let me help you, okay?"
Duke’s heart ached knowing she always pushed herself for everyone else, and all he wanted was to take even a little of that weight off her shoulders.
But there were things Kisha couldn’t bring herself to tell Duke. The real reason she was pushing herself so hard was because she knew far darker days were waiting ahead. She moved as if she were racing against time because, in truth, she was.
The second phase of "The Beginning of the End" has already started, and she could already sense that it would be nothing short of hell descending upon Earth.
Somewhere deep inside her, she felt that a Constellation was targeting her. She couldn’t explain why; she had no evidence, only a chilling instinct. After all, the virus that sparked this zombie apocalypse had fallen to Earth billions of years ago.
How could a Constellation possibly predict when her soul would be born? Why would one even bother to fix their attention on her?
Yet the thought lingered. Every lifetime she had lived, every impossible mission she had been forced to complete, everything pointed to someone pulling strings from the shadows. And now, the weight of that unseen threat sat on her shoulders like a curse she couldn’t speak aloud.
And although she had completed the first phase, who knew how many more waited for her, second, third, fourth... when would it ever end? Why was this Constellation doing this? For entertainment? For cruelty? Why did they want her dead so desperately?
008 never told her anything, but based on every mission she had completed, every death she had suffered in her countless reincarnations, Kisha could piece together the truth on her own: someone up there wanted her life to be nothing but misery.
Every time she reincarnated, she was forced to watch her family die, again and again, in countless horrific ways, and she herself always met a tragic end. It felt as if the Constellation wanted to remind her how small she truly was, how powerless, how easily she could be crushed no matter how hard she fought.
As if they wanted her to understand that no matter how fiercely she struggled, no matter how much she clawed her way through impossible missions, it would never be enough. She was meant to break.
But maybe it was simply because, after dying over and over in her past lives, Kisha had already developed a deep prejudice against the Constellations. They didn’t act like gods who guided or protected humanity. They didn’t offer hope. They didn’t lift a finger when the world fell into chaos.
Instead, they were like distant spectators, cold, detached, watching silently from above as the world drowned in agony and destruction.
So now that she possessed the same power as the Constellations, she couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, things would finally be different this time.
[The Goddess of Wisdom is watching you with keen interest.]
[The God of Shadow and Death grins at the darkening aura surrounding you and is welcoming you to his side.]
[The Goddess of Love observes your every move, her gaze lingering.]
Kisha saw the familiar notifications flicker before her eyes, that same suffocating feeling of being watched crawling up her spine. She refused to acknowledge it this time. Instead, she kept her gaze locked on Duke, pretending she didn’t feel the Constellations breathing down her neck.

She was anxious about her family. A part of her wanted to shield them from every danger. But she knew that overprotecting them would only cripple them in the long run. In all her previous lives, she and her family had been weak, always dying helplessly, no matter how hard she tried.
No, she would make sure they changed. This was her last chance, and she refused to waste it.
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