The entrance to North Peak Mine saw several limping adventurers emerging from within.
Even Jack, the strongest among them, had a face that expressed having narrowly escaped death, wishing nothing more than to kiss the ground beneath their feet.
They had nearly stayed there forever, destined to become Undead who could never transcend.
Gazing at the dimly setting sun, the gray-haired Villu murmured softly,
"Unbelievable... we actually survived."
Though it was at the cost of betraying Lord Saint Sis...
But then again, his faith had never been that devout, and his soul was far from noble. If he was to be sold to a Demon, so be it.
Being devout didn't guarantee rebirth into a wealthy family anyway, better to live this life well.
Jack didn't speak but was deep in thought, pondering whether the deal with the Demon was worth it.
He had never expected to ascend to heaven after death, but dealing with a Demon was certainly not the same as dealing with pirates.
