All she wanted now was to relive the grand explosion, the time when He Yu looked at her with a helpless expression, but that was what made it feel real. Now, however, her consciousness was uncontrollably sliding into the darkness.

In the end, she still felt a little sad. Although the banquet was terrible, the wine was quite good and the barbecue was also good, but it was just not covered with sauce, which was a pity.

If allowed, she felt it would be better to die a gruesome death on the spot, the uglier the better; in Beelzebub's words, that would be quite entertaining.

Andrew raised his gunsword; the cycle of reincarnation had begun. Now, she was nothing more than an indestructible toy.

Pandora vomited a pool of blood, then suddenly reached for his boots and asked, "Why?"

"What else do you have to regret?"

Well, she was pretty sure she'd fall into the hands of some pervert—people like her shouldn't have been created in the first place, right? Their only value was to provide some amusement before they were destroyed—in her imagination, this moment should be terrifying, filled with brutal pain, cold, and wailing.

But at that moment, she felt nothing like that. All her thoughts were occupied by one thing. With all her might, her bloodied hands gripped Andrew Lie’s trouser leg tightly, and she cried out, “Why does it have to be me?”

"There are so many people to choose from, so why am I the only one who has to sacrifice myself?"

Andrew shrugged and made a gesture of spreading his hands.

"No one can escape from this city, neither you, Beelzebub, nor Lilith."

"We are destined to die without a burial place."

After he finished speaking, feeling that the time was about right, he aimed the musket at Pandora's eyes and thrust it down.