My Instant Death Doomed Firefly to a Lifetime of Regret

"What's going on?" A sharp-eyed young woman with deep purple hair strode toward Anming, her tone edged with suspicion. Only after speaking did she notice the strangers. "New faces… Sent from the overworld?"

Her brows furrowed as she instinctively tightened her grip on her scythe. The Silvermane Guards had never cared about the Underworld's plight. She'd never show kindness to overworlders—even if she had to jump off a cliff or eat dirt first!

Seele would never forget what she'd witnessed in the overworld: nobles tossing away leftovers while Underworlders starved. Once, she'd dreamed of seeing the overworld's sunlit skies from storybooks. But when she finally did, all she felt was rage. Childhood illusions shattered that day.

Anming mysteriously pulled her aside, whispering, "Long live Wildfire."

"?!"

Seele stared blankly. She'd never seen him in Wildfire's ranks. Oleg's secret agent? But he looked as trustworthy as Sampo.

"Heard the name and decided to bluff?" Seele eyed him warily, noting the silver-haired girl beside him. What spy brings a girlfriend?

"Fun fact—Oleg personally appointed me. I don't reveal myself lightly." Anming raised Wuye, its sword aura snapping Seele to attention. Only then did she realize: these two were anything but ordinary.

Where did Oleg find people who could solo Belobog?

"What's happening over there?"

"Just Trailblazers giving a speech. Good folks here to help." Anming's sincerity almost masked his mischief.

Firefly stifled a laugh. She loved this sly side of him—but never again would she tolerate promises broken, like in Gramr.

"Trailblazers? Guests… without names?" Seele blinked.

"6…" Anming chuckled. "Ask Bronya to explain later."

"Bronya? What kinda weird name is that?"

Meanwhile, Dan Heng had calmed the miners—largely because Anming's display made words unnecessary.

"Sampo. Again?" Seele spotted the grinning troublemaker. "Your doing?"

"Cruel accusations! I'm just their humble guide~" Sampo feigned innocence, but Seele knew better. To her, he was Belobog's walking Conan (if Conan caused 90% of the crimes he "solved").

"Whoa, that's sick!" Stelle ogled Seele's scythe, suddenly self-conscious about her bat. A Cosmic Bat Deity? Low-tier… She fantasized about Stellaron-fueled dominance. "Once I master this, even Nanook'll kneel!"

"Ew, drool on my sleeve!" March shoved her away. "Keep daydreaming, 'Star Sovereign'~"

After dispersing the crowd, Seele turned to the group. "I'll take you to Oleg."

Anming lingered, holding Firefly's hand. Let Qingque handle any mess. My disciple's earned her keep.

Qingque stared bleakly at the ceiling. Oppressed by Fu Xuan on the Luofu, exploited by Anming here… Why can't I just slack in peace?