Fingertips moved extremely slowly over her artery. "Tiffany Lynch might be dumb, but she’s not bold enough to kill someone."

Ever since the incident with the disappearance of the assistant, she had already had her answer.

"She truly is a fool, otherwise, she wouldn’t have failed repeatedly with you."

The heroine of another world, wearing countless halos, ended up not even being able to defeat a "supporting female".

It was laughable. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

If it weren’t for the limitations of this body, she would have taken action herself long ago instead of waiting until now.

Before she knew it, the clouds had already dispersed.

The recent storm seemed more like an illusion created by humans, arriving quickly and leaving just as fast. Golden sunlight covered the entire sea, soothing the frightened animals after the "catastrophe".

Hannah, backlit, her eyes still revealing endless darkness though she smiled, "Do you think you are really powerful enough to kill me?"

The fingertips slightly tightened their grip, and "Tiffany Lynch’s" face immediately showed a painful expression.

The heat of her body rapidly drained away, completely swallowed by the sea.

She "couldn’t die"; this was merely her consciousness cast into this small world.

But "consciousness" could also feel pain.

That pain entered the flesh and gradually spread into the soul, as if wanting to split her consciousness apart and slowly crush it.

"Hannah!"

She clutched her head and howled in agony, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t escape the control of that hand.

It was as if her vital points had been seized.

Unwilling to give up, her eyes red with rage, she continued her desperate struggle, "Don’t forget, you’ve already died by my hand once!"

Hannah lowered her gaze, obscuring the light in her eyes, "Now that you mention it, you owe me a life. How about starting to repay it now?"

She laughed, not concealing the aggressive hate and malice emanating from her.

Pure black flowers bloomed in hell, each one deadly poisonous and fatal at the touch.

"Tiffany Lynch" finally panicked, the overwhelming force of the mind almost causing her too much pain to even speak. Biting her lip, blood trickled down, "Hannah, in this world... all the things... I know you can be resurrected... but what about that man named Arnold Simmons?"

She couldn’t kill Hannah, but could she not kill a character from a little world?

This was a threat.

Sensing Hannah’s momentary pause, she threw all her mental power into pushing her away with both hands, then desperately grabbed Hannah’s neck.

"Hannah, I want you to die in this world and never go back!"

Hannah curved her lips, withdrew her mental power as if suddenly giving up resistance, yet she still smiled.

Such a smile, basked in the sunlight, was dazzlingly brilliant, full of pure and beautiful spirit.

Watching the increasingly pale face before her, "Tiffany Lynch’s" heart finally felt a sinister pleasure rising.

"I knew it, you can’t win..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly she felt a deep pain, and everything stopped abruptly.

Her expression was one of disbelief, her eyes wide open in apparent agony.

From Hannah’s eyes, she saw the man standing on the shore with a gun.

It was George River.

Blood spread widely across her chest, her hand hanging down powerlessly.

Soft words fell into her ears.

It was Hannah’s voice.

She said, "Emma, go back and tell the imperial family, I’m in a bad mood, planning to destroy a nation, your nation."