In the multiverse, which is the lowest group?
Mortals.
In the multiverse, which group is the most numerous?
Mortals.
In the multiverse, which group is the most fundamental and important?
Still mortals.
Mortals can be good or evil, wise or foolish, loyal or treacherous.
But mortals are just mortals.
Ordinary, unremarkable.
Yet, mortals form the cornerstone of order.
For others, mortality is merely a phase, a state.
But at every point in the multiverse, there is one person who bears the label of "mortal," The standard of mortality.
They are the symbol of mortality itself, destined to remain ordinary forever.
They may be good or evil, loyal or treacherous—it matters not.
Because, compared to the entirety of mortal kind, they are far too insignificant.
Now, that ordinariness had been shattered.
Yet the status of "mortal" On him would not waver.
Until the day his influence grew to affect the entire mortal collective—
"Opening up and building trust isn't really that difficult, is it?"
Mozlis tilted her head, nudging Lucius's face with her horns, her dark golden vertical pupils gleaming with playful delight.
"See? It's simple, isn't it?" She said with a happy smile, as if conveying that message.
At the same time, she extended a hand, gently pressing it against Lucius's chest.
A small, pale hand, faintly soft to the touch.
Then, that seemingly frail hand slid inside without resistance.
Throughout the process, not a single drop of blood spilled.
Skin, muscle, and bone parted as if hurriedly making way for a superior.
Then, her small hand grasped Lucius's heart.
The sensation was peculiar.
A growing pressure squeezed his heart.
It was uncomfortable, yet faintly thrilling.
"Tch." Lucius squinted, clenching his teeth.
Panic surged within him.
But panic was useless.
Fear gripped him.
But fear was useless.
If she wanted to take his life, no action of his could stop her.
And he seemed to vaguely guess her intent.
"Your freedom is in my hands, for freedom is the most important thing to me. If you hold it, can you trust me?"
She spoke, glancing at the sealed bottle on the ground—or, as she called it, the bottle of order.
"And I'll hold your life, for life is the most important thing to you. When I hold your life, I can trust you."
Mozlis widened her eyes, shaking her little head, her white hair gently swaying.
Since she was floating, her hair brushed against Lucius's neck, tickling him slightly.
Then, the adorably speaking Mozlis tightened her grip.
She pulled the heart from his chest.
The heart, the organ pumping blood through the body.
With her action, the blood vessels connected to it snapped taut and broke.
Blood gushed out, and due to their positions, most of it splattered onto Mozlis.
Her silver hair, pale face, fluttering eyelashes, slightly worn gray robe, and even her bare feet.
She raised a hand, wiping a bead of blood from her lashes.
If Lucius's body hadn't been further enhanced by absorbing the divine power of the Heretic Mars, this act alone might have ended his life instantly.
"You—give it back—" Lucius gritted his teeth through the pain.
In his vision, Mozlis' charming, adorable face still bore a radiant smile.
"Huh? You want it?" The cute loli demon shook her blood-stained hand, holding a heart.
Then—
A mischievous grin spread across her face.
"Ahh—nom."
With an exaggeratedly cute sound, she swiftly popped the heart into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out.
Her cherry-pink lips were stained with fresh blood.
Then, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against Lucius's, as if—
She intended to share what was in her mouth.
In an instant, countless sensations flooded him—pain, nausea, thrill, and—
At the same time, the effects of losing a vital organ and massive blood loss began to take hold.
With Lucius's ordinary human psyche, his mind felt like it was crashing.
But in the next moment, he felt it—a vast surge of magical power flowing from Mozlis' mouth.
The magical power entered, rushing to his chest, where it gathered and gradually took form.
In just a few breaths, Lucius felt a strong, vigorous organ begin to beat in his chest again.
It was unmistakably a heart.
A heart formed from immense magical power and a fragment of a concept.
Feeling his heart's beating, Lucius suddenly recalled what Mozlis had said when he'd asked for magical power before.
"Try making your heart beat."
Now, each beat of his heart pumped magical power through him.
The robust heart made him feel as if he'd installed a sun reactor in his chest.
And it wasn't just the heart—he could feel its influence spreading throughout his body.
"Your life is in my hands, and my freedom is in yours."
Mozlis widened her eyes, chuckling lightly.
Clearly, this heart brought him more than just benefits.
It also meant he was now irrevocably bound to her.
"Opening up your heart—such a fitting phrase."
She sighed.
What a ridiculous phrase to misuse.
But—
He had to admit, it was effective.
Because Mozlis' method had forcibly established equality between them.
So, there was no need to be angry.
So, there was no need to harbor resentment…
Lucius's expression grew darker.
Look at this adorable loli before you.
Silver hair, dark golden vertical pupils—rare traits. And so tiny, what would you want to do?
Such a petite loli…
The cause was already in place.
Mozlis' smile froze, a flash of shock crossing her face.
Bypassing the process.
A force that pierced cause and effect—
Bang!
The magical heart pounded fiercely, supplying as much magical power as possible.
All his strength was channeled into a single punch.
That punch landed unreservedly on Mozlis' cheek.
"So petite—bet you'll fly far with one punch, huh?"
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