Eighty-three, I'm going to kill all you idiots.

After leaving Ulysses, Hewinia felt an unusual heaviness in her heart.

Although Hewinia had always speculated about Ulysses, she could never have imagined that Ulysses would go to such an extreme extent.

"Players are born to ignite the chapters; I am merely restoring the players to their true form."

"What is wrong with winning, after all?"

"That's just it, Hewinia."

Ulysses's words echoed endlessly in Hewinia's mind; since coming to this academy, Ulysses had left the deepest impression on her.

She stopped, looking up at the snow-laden sky.

Although nothing could be seen, one could still feel a majestic, unshakable power soaring above the sky, gazing indifferently upon this land.

"Is that so?"

Hewinia murmured softly.

It was as if she were talking to herself, or perhaps conversing with another existence within her, but there was still no response.

In fact, Hewinia should not have been so confused.