Selma Payne's POV:
Three days passed by quickly.
I met all of my old friends once. On the night I woke up, Dorothy wanted to follow the original plan and bring his family to pray for me. I hurriedly rejected her. In any case, I was already awake, and there was nothing wrong with my body and soul, so I didn't want them to make a wasted trip.
After all, the divine fragment was the proof that supported their rationality. Although they would not die so easily because of the little energy lost, who knew if there was a chance? It was better to be careful.
And I also felt a little complicated about this kind of repetitive behavior. I was touched and grateful. Anyone would be touched by such sincere dedication. However, it was also true that I felt uncomfortable. This wasn't a difference in status but a difference in the race. However, I was no longer that high and mighty god. Rather than being worshipped by others, I would rather sit down and chat with them.
