Sammi fell into a rage.
"Haa!!?"
The unlucky miss who had always been meek toward life was about to be completely devoured by anger.
What the hell does this mean!!?
What the fuck do you people mean!?
Sammi glared furiously at the speechless Destiny Church crowd before her, feeling the vein on her forehead throb nonstop.
That fury of having been deceived and played for hundreds of years was almost about to blow the top of her skull off.
"You guys..."
Back then she'd already thought this bunch were all lunatics and just wanted to stay as far away from them as possible.
Sammi first met this group who called themselves the "Destiny Church" back when she hadn't fully grown up yet.
At that time, she was just an ordinary Demon who'd become a bit locally famous for constantly being unlucky, with strength neither high nor low.
