But he didn't put Erica down from his arms; instead, he continued to carry her forward.

Erica lay in Victor's arms, looking at his profile, feeling her cheeks warm as if they were burning red apples.

As if he had a fever, faint white vapor could be seen on his forehead.

She lowered her eyes shyly, unable to look directly at him.

The jolting from my arms continued.

After a short while, Erica, her face flushed, cautiously raised her head and looked at Victor's profile.

She remembered that her last memory before falling into a coma was of Professor Victor wearing a red suit of armor, holding her tightly in his arms.

Now, she has finally woken up, but she is still in Professor Victor's arms.

Erica knew nothing about what had happened before she woke up.

The feeling of being carried along made her feel as if she were in a dream.

If she could, she wished she could be held like this by Professor Victor forever.

No, no...

Erica suddenly realized something and her eyes widened.

What is she thinking? Professor Victor has a fiancée!

She should remind the professor to put her down.

But when Erica opened her mouth to speak, she suddenly stopped.

The words in my heart just wouldn't come out.

What if the professor originally intended to hold her and had no intention of putting her down at all?

Recalling Viktor's public declaration of love at her birthday party, Erica's cheeks flushed slightly again.

So, she must be quite charming.

Erica has always been confident in her appearance.

Therefore, the more you think about it, the more you realize that this possibility is not nonexistent.

After all, someone like the professor wouldn't easily and directly express his desire to hold her tightly and never let go.

Should we grant the professor's wish?

Amidst all the thoughts and speculations, Erica became somewhat dizzy, her mind filled with all sorts of fantasies.

Subconsciously, she couldn't help but ask softly:

“Um…Professor Victor.”

Do you like...holding me?

Victor glanced at her again, his voice tinged with coldness:

"I'm waiting for you to speak up."

"But now it seems you prefer to stay in my arms, don't you?"

...

Erica walked on the ground, head down, occasionally raising her eyes to steal glances at the tall figure ahead.

Her flushed face revealed obvious shame and indignation.

With her hands clasped tightly together, she followed Viktor with slightly hesitant and awkward steps.

Damn it, she really was daydreaming too much.

Sure enough, how could Professor Victor be that kind of person?

Thinking this, Erica felt a pang of disappointment and sighed softly in resignation.

Even she herself didn't know why she felt a little down.

She quickly composed herself and began to reassess her surroundings.

In this space shrouded in deep darkness, there was no trace of any other living beings, not even a trace of a soul could be found.

Beneath her feet was a pale rock road stretching into the distance, and the twisted black holes and eerie light around her made her feel a little scared.

Looking around, Erica stared at Victor in front of her, and asked with a puzzled expression.

Where is this?

She had been in the underworld for so long and had never been to a place like this before.

Especially when I've just woken up, my mind is still a little foggy.

Seeing this completely unfamiliar place, many questions welled up in my mind.

"This is the abyss."

Viktor's calm voice rang out.

Hearing this answer further piqued Erica's curiosity.

Viktor's gaze was deep, following the pale rocky road and looking into the unfathomable distance ahead.

"This is the closest place to the human world."

"We can go home from here."

Erica was stunned the moment those words were spoken.

She stared wide-eyed, her mouth slightly agape, a mixture of shock and hope in her eyes.

Her body swayed slightly with excitement, and even her voice trembled involuntarily.

"Can...can we go home now?"

How can one describe her current feelings?

Is it excitement, joy, or a strange sense of relief?

These feelings may not be enough to fully express her current state of mind.

But she knew.

At this moment, she could finally relax completely.

No longer do we need to live in constant fear and trepidation in a hellish environment.

And most importantly...

Erica's gaze was fixed on Victor in front of her.

She succeeded!

She fulfilled her wish and truly rescued Professor Victor from hell.

Thinking of this, she could hardly contain her joy and sense of accomplishment.

However, before her emotions could gradually calm down...

Suddenly, streaks of orange flames erupted along the pale rocky road ahead.

The flames spread rapidly, as if a path of fire had unfolded before them.

Erica was slightly stunned by the scene before her.

Even Professor Victor, who was in front of her, stopped in his tracks.

Then, the path made of flames stretched out beside her and Victor.

From that distant place, Erica seemed to see a transparent soul slowly walking towards her.

Erica couldn't see the person's face clearly.

But as the figure drew closer...

She could sense the kingly dignity, nobility, and majesty emanating from the other party.

Like a lion just awakened, it exudes boundless power and pressure in the stillness.

Erica felt a jolt in her heart as she sensed the pressure emanating from the building.

Then, the transparent figure seemed to pause briefly in front of them.

After glancing at the two of them a few times, the soul departed with a satisfied expression.

As the transparent soul departed, the path formed by flames behind it gradually dissipated.

Erica turned her head and watched the departing figure, her heart filled with complex emotions.

"Who is that...?"

She murmured to herself, a nameless sense of sorrow welling up inside her.

It was like watching a hero about to take his final bow.

Burning with an immortal flame, he gradually faced his final end.