At this moment, Hell’s hand, which had been patting Luna on the back, suddenly froze.
What did she mean by… “let’s die together”?
His body stiffened, his brain seemed to hit a pause button, and for a moment, he couldn’t process the meaning of those words.
Die together?
With who?
Why die together?
Before Hell could react, the girl in his arms slowly lifted her head.
The first thing he saw was her tear-streaked face—swollen eyes, wet lashes, a red nose, and still-damp tear tracks on her cheeks. But those pale golden eyes no longer held the despair and collapse from just moments before.
What replaced them was a nearly mad gleam of determination.
And the expression on her face—
It was a smile.
A heartbreaking, shattered smile, like a flower withering in the bitter wind.
The corner of her mouth curled up slightly, forming a beautiful curve, yet there was no warmth in it. Only a bone-chilling calm of someone who had accepted death.
At this moment, Luna looked at Hell, at the white mask, at the slowly flowing red “V” on it. Her voice was still very soft, soft as a whisper, but as clear as a knife cutting through the air.
“That way… they won’t be threatened by you anymore.”
Hell froze.
He looked at the pink-haired girl, at her eyes burning with resolute flames, at the heartbreaking smile, at her naked body pressed tightly against him.
He finally understood.
This silly girl… She didn’t care about anything anymore.
She wanted to use this method to end it all.
With her life—and his.
To ensure the safety of those Goddess Angels.
Hell opened his mouth to say something—
But found himself at a loss for words.
However, reality didn’t give Hell much time to think. While he was still processing, he suddenly felt the girl in his arms change.
First, the temperature.
Luna’s body heat began to rise rapidly. The soft, warm body that had just been clinging to him was now becoming scorching hot at an astonishing speed.
Hell’s hand was still on her bare back, and he could clearly feel that originally smooth, warm skin turning hotter inch by inch, so hot it stung his palm.
“Mm…”
Luna let out a suppressed, pain-filled moan.
Then, Hell sensed a surge of mana.
Not an ordinary mana fluctuation—it was a wild, violent fluctuation, like a volcano about to erupt.
Those fluctuations erupted from within Luna like an invisible tide, instantly flooding the entire abandoned warehouse.
The air began to tremble. The broken wooden boxes piled in the corners rattled, the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling shook violently, and even the old window let out a creaking wail.
The entire space vibrated.
Hell looked down at the girl in his arms.
Those pale golden eyes were still fixed on him, but the look in them was no longer the determination and heartbreaking beauty of before—it was emptiness. A hollow, death-accepting emptiness.
Luna’s fair skin began to change. Starting from her neck, that snow-white skin gradually took on a faint pink hue.
The pink deepened and thickened, slowly turning into an almost translucent crimson, as if something inside her was burning wildly, compressing, condensing, and pushing all her energy to its limit.
Through that thin, almost transparent skin, Hell could even see the faintly pulsating Magic Circuits beneath, and the pink-glowing mana surging madly through them.
The pink-haired girl’s body grew hotter and hotter, to the point where Hell’s palm could barely stay on her skin.
Her skin grew redder and redder, like a flower in flames.
Not only that—Luna’s mana grew increasingly unstable. So unstable that the entire warehouse was shaking, old walls began to shed dust, and the roof beams groaned under the strain.
Hell’s pupils constricted sharply.
‘This is bad. She’s… serious.’
As someone who had read the original work, he knew better than anyone what state Luna was in now.
The Goddess Angel’s ultimate trump card.
The final skill to be unleashed in the last moment. Turning herself into a bomb—Art is an explosion.
Compressing all the Goddess Energy within her to its highest density, then releasing it in an instant. The power was enough to level everything within a certain range, leaving nothing behind. The blast radius depended on the Goddess Angel’s strength and how long she had been charging.
In the original work, this skill was mentioned only once.
In an extremely desperate scenario, a Goddess Angel chose this method to end herself to protect her companions. It was the most tragic and heartbreaking scene in the entire novel.
Hell never imagined he would witness it with his own eyes—and with himself as the target.
He looked at the girl in his arms, growing hotter, redder, and more unstable by the second, at her hollow, death-accepting eyes, at her naked body that was about to become a bomb.
His mind raced at lightning speed.
What to do?
How to stop her?
He didn’t know.
All he knew was—
If this girl actually Self-Destructed, he would die for sure.
After all, he didn’t have some invincible Golden Finger or a Protagonist’s Halo.
He was just a Transmigrator, a sickly young man stuck with the useless identity of “Arbiter V.”
If Luna detonated here, he would be blown to pieces along with this warehouse, turned to ash.
Then he would become a complete failure. A Transmigrator who got a Game Over just as the story began. A fool killed by the very “piece” he had chosen.
No.
Absolutely not.
Hell gritted his teeth. His eyes, always filled with fatigue, now burned with unprecedented light.
He had to survive. No matter what.
To prove it to the Author who had reincarnated him into this world—
So Hell quickly adjusted his mindset.
His perpetually tired eyes showed panic only for a brief moment, before it was replaced by an unprecedented urgency.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down—even though the girl in his arms was visibly turning into a human bomb about to explode, the entire warehouse was shaking violently from her mana fluctuations, and his palm was burning from her scorching skin—
But he had to stay calm.
He had to stop her. He had to bring this silly girl back to her senses.
“Don’t do something so reckless!”
Hell’s voice was urgent, even carrying a rare note of pleading. His hands, gripping her shoulders tightly, unconsciously tightened. Even though the burning heat was making his palms red, he never let go.
“Think about your parents! Think about your family!”
He stared into Luna’s hollow, death-accepting eyes and said word by word.
“Think about Hestia and the others! Think about the people you’ve protected! Do you really think doing this will solve everything?!”