Karma : Kill me or Love me
But I knew I had to tread carefully—this girl had two divine items, and one wrong word could turn me into a pile of cinders.
“Are you really ready to kill me?” I asked, attempting a joke to ease the tension. “Can’t you ask for something else? Help with a quest, maybe cook you some adobo, or fetch water from the river? Anything but this ‘die for humanity’ melodrama.”
Finally, she spoke, her voice soft and heavy with emotion. “You don’t understand, Mr. Karma,” she began. “This isn’t just about the crystal or the mission. I’m desperate… because I’m so tired of my life here.”
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