The air suddenly froze, and the scene instantly became quiet. Even the most lively Nineveh dared not speak, her gaze fixed on the floor between them, remaining silent.

The expectation in Misa's eyes gradually turned cold, the passion in her eyes slowly lost its warmth, and the expectant smile stopped a second ago. As her heartbeat quickened, anger began to rise.

[I'll beat you to death, you heartless bastard! I'm your own sister!]

Misa gritted her teeth, making a crunching sound, and clenched her fists, creating a whooshing sound as she swung them through the air.

Faga's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively swayed, only to see Misa, unable to change her attack direction in time, smash the broken wall that Faga had just been leaning against with a single punch.

The broken wall shattered instantly, and Misa reduced it to ashes after just one hit.

Faga raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "She's really amazing! How come I didn't notice her monstrous strength when she was fighting Yihai just now?"

【Ugh!!! I'm so angry! I've decided, I'm going to beat you into being my older sister!】

Misa was furious and slung the scythe over her shoulder in a flash.

The next second, using the momentum, he made the sickle circle around his shoulder, then his arm went down and grabbed the long handle, trying to lift it upwards... but he couldn't!

"well..."

Fagga sighed softly, holding the blade between two fingers. No matter how hard Misa tried, the scythe didn't budge.

Damn, how do you get so strong?

Misa was furious and seething with hatred.

"Of course, I stole an Arauen on the way back and ate more than you, silly sister."

Fagga shrugged, spouting nonsense, and then flung the scythe away with a single hand.

Misa was caught off guard and lost control of her strength, almost getting carried away by the scythe.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fagga stepped forward and gave Misa a sharp rap on the head, instantly raising a large bump on her scalp.

[Ouch...it hurts so much!]

Misa crouched down and sobbed softly.

Nineveh, seeing this, quietly floated over.

Misa suddenly felt a warm, large hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she immediately saw the round, eerie "core" and heard a cheerful female voice vibrate in the air:

[Let me see... Okay, okay, it's alright now. The Creator just has a bit of a recklessness. Speaking of which, I still clearly remember him using himself as a human bomb to crash into me—that was really too much!]

Nineveh stood with her hands on her hips, looking somewhat angry.

But the next second, as if suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration, Nineveh asked in a low voice:

[Not enough, Misa. After the elders die, you'll be the most powerful person, right?]

【Um...】

Misa hugged her knees, her expression turning somber as she recalled the news of the elders' deaths, her eyes losing their luster.

Unlike Fagga, Misa truly grew up in the tribe and held every elder in high esteem.

Seeing this, Nineveh did not mince words; instead, his tone became impassioned:

Does that mean you have the right to reinstate the Creator into the race?

Um?

Misa glanced sideways, looking at Nineveh with a puzzled expression.

Why pull it back?

Does he have any fighting ability?

Nineveh clearly noticed the doubt in Misa's eyes and immediately displayed her extraordinary wisdom:

【Hey, you should think of it this way. Your position in the tribe is equivalent to that of a clan elder, the highest level of authority. If you bring the Creator back, won't he listen to you on important matters?】

[Is a major life event considered a major event? When the Creator and the Great White Shark get engaged, you'll cling to the Creator's household registration book and refuse to let go. The Creator will be powerless to stop you!]

Well...

Upon hearing this, Misa fell silent.

After a long pause, she weakly asked, "What if he hits me?"