Reincarnation Sim Game

A figure of a woman with skin almost as pale as alabaster rose to the lake's surface. Vilja and her friends held their breath when they saw the beauty of the figure who did not wear a single thread. From her white hair that was so long that it ran past her feet to her red eyes that gave off warmth, it all left the party members speechless.

Even Raymund couldn't comment. Perhaps it was the most beautiful figure he had ever seen.

"Welcome, my children." The voice from the woman's mouth also sounded so melodious. "Welcome to my place."

"S-should we kill her?" Marko, who was about to pick up the greatsword on his back, had tears in his eyes.

"It seems impossible." Henrik looked at his arrows, the tips of which had evaporated and left white smoke. "Since earlier, the arrowheads of this Jar'anig bone are fine, but it seems that the sacred power of this lake is so strong."

"Yeah, looks like we can't use this anymore." Yua gripped the devil's bone knife that was getting smaller and continued to emit smoke.

The figure from the lake flashed a smile, which instantly warmed the four people's hearts even more.

"O figure of this beautiful lake." Vilja took a few steps forward. "I'm Vilja. May I know your name?"

"My name doesn't matter." The figure answered. "What matters is, I might be able to grant you and your companions a wish."

The wizard gulped. "We only ask for objects that have a high level of purity, O nameless figure."

The figure took some of her hair and stroked it gently. "You can take my hair, but I apologize. I can't give it away for free."

"What should we do?" Henrik came forward too.

"One of you must follow me to this lake." The figure kept stroking her hair which miraculously wasn't wet anymore, and now it looked so soft. "I want to spread my aura throughout this land because many lives are already inhabiting it. Nothing wrong with that. But I want them to calm down. Calm will prevent chaos from destroying this land."

This time, the woman's figure looked sad, like she wanted to cry. "I need souls to be my companions, who will amplify this aura of mine. But, I won't force you and you to be free to live in this place like the others."

"S-she asked for a sacrifice?" Marko clutched his forehead, staggering a few steps back. "Sorry, lady. But you are some kinds of saint, right? Why are you asking for our lives? Even if one of us decides to come with you, will we still be able to meet them here?"

The figure shook her head, still looking sad. "Sorry, they won't be able to go to the surface like me. But don't worry, I'll always be by their side, with everyone else."

"Well, it looks like we have no other choice." Henrik suddenly drops something down, which immediately causes a dazzling explosion. The archer then advanced towards the lake while the others fell.

"This is... Paralyzing magic bomb?" Vilja tried to move her body, but her joints felt so stiff.

Yua couldn't move either and could only see Henrik, who continued to approach the lake. However, Marko jumped in front of him, blocking the archer's path.

"Sorry, but a puny trick like that won't work redhead elf like." Marko, no longer carrying the giant sword on his back, punched his partner in the face.

"That's why you're such a hassle." Henrik backed away to avoid his friend's fist. He then swung his bow to attack, but the red-haired elf could also dodge.

They continued to attack each other, but neither had yet managed to hit their opponent.

"Henrik, Marko..." Vilja, still lying on the ground, started to shed tears.

"Let me go!" Henrik was so adamant. "I am just a brat that my parents forced to join this mission. I have no dreams, and my only wealth comes from my parents. This world doesn't need me. While you… The people of your village are waiting for you, future chief!"

"Shut up," Marko grunted, giving the umpteenth fist. "This has nothing to do with anything like that! The one suitable to become chief is my little brother! I'm too hot-headed for that job!"

"How did you know that a seven-year-old has the potential to lead a village?" Henrik chuckled, thrusting the tip of his bow into Marko's stomach, but the red-haired man was able to block.

"Please, stop." Vilja's voice becomes hoarse from her tears. "Take my body and throw me into that lake."

"Why are you being so stupid, Vilja?" Marko laughed as he continued to give punch combinations. "Even me, who is not very smart, knows that only you can perform the ritual."

"Yeah, I've never seen you this dumb, Vilja," Henrik added. He continued to dodge his partner's barrage of fists.

"Sir…. Is there nothing we can do?" Yua looked at the two men who continued to fight. The kunoichi also wanted to cry.

"I haven't been able to send a communication tool to negotiate with that figure directly. She will surely listen to a god like me." Raymund sighed. He was too invested in the storyline, so he didn't want anyone to disappear into the lake. He wanted the three of the elves to be together. "To be honest…. Ah, maybe I have a way to try."

Yua listened to the master's brief explanation. And a few seconds later, a thunderbolt struck near the lake, setting off a little fire. The three elves, in disbelief, looked at the spot where the lightning fell. The weather that day was still sunny. Such a thing shouldn't have happened.

However, the figure on the lake was not affected at all.

"I am the servant of the God of hope." Yua started to speak. "What happened just now is proof that I was sent by that God to help this people. He wished that no one would…."

"Indeed, I can sense that there is some kind of divine intervention." The figure looked up and narrowed her eyes. "However, I will not stop this. I really need to calm the souls that are becoming more restless…. So, if you can hear me, o kind God. Forgive me."

Vilja, Henrik, and Marko could only open their mouths in astonishment while looking at Yua. The kunoichi tried to speak again, but her mouth couldn't make any sound, no matter how hard she tried.