In the instant Konrad's eyes opened, Selene was forced to admit that now, perhaps High-G.o.ds were good enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. If before she feared that Konrad's rise to the Higher Realms would set him back to underdog level, now, she no longer possessed such concerns.
"Now girl, what should we do with you?"
Konrad inquired, bringing Selene back to a fact she had neglected:
The reality of the mess she now stood in.
No system, no new body, no revenge.
As those realizations dawned on her, Selene's eyes expanded at Konrad who still stared at her with a calm, smiling face.
"You don't happen to have use for a nephilim soul right?"
She asked with the brightest smile and fluttering eyelashes she could muster. She considered tugging on Konrad's clothes, but alas, as a soul, she'd just pa.s.s through him. But before her display, Konrad remained undaunted.
"Absolutely not. Regretless is a lazy harlot. Although using the soul of a nephilim as battery makes it much simpler for the system to produce bloodlines of various races, there are ways to skirt that requirement. And even if there weren't, little girl, I'm more nephilim than you can ever be."
Konrad replied with a garish chuckle.
"Holy cow…"
Selene despaired. Now, she didn't have any chip to bargain with Konrad. Although one million years of "exploration" allowed her to obtain vast knowledge, she didn't doubt that to the current Konrad, her entire a.r.s.enal showed no appeal.
What was she going to do?
*Sniff* *Sniff*
"Konrad, you can't be this ruthless. After all, I've served you quasi-faithfully for decades. Was it not for my grand generosity in negotiation, how could you lay your hands on the Blossoming Death Art so soon? And without it, how could you reach your current alt.i.tude?
*Sniff* *Sniff*
If only for that, you should have some mercy on me!"
Selene sobbed and dropped on the ground without an ounce of shame. Seeing this, Konrad rolled his eyes. Quasi-faithfully! She even dared admit it!
