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  Chapter 71: The Beginning Of Her End.

  Upon waking up the next day, Celia found that the final part of the game had started. Of course, she was not aware that it actually was the finale.

  But… who am I? I’m just a humble narrator. You see… Celia’s memories of these times are far too foggy to be put into words or thoughts.

  The others involved in this story… do not have the full picture, at least not to the level that Celia would have. As such, I’ve taken it upon myself as one of her close friends… to cover the rest of her long story.

  Regardless, I hope that I can… properly express this story to the fullest. Now, let us get back to Celia, who, like many times before, woke up in a forest.

  Celia: “…” “Why couldn’t it be something… more unique?” She thought with a small pout.

  The woman had become jaded about the game, now even bming Nemu, fully inwardly cursing her for being very uncreative. Either way, it wasn’t like each part of the game was supposed to start like this.

  In reality, Celia had pushed the clock on every part, giving the game nowhere near enough power to actually be more creative. Of course, the game, at this point, was wanting nothing more than to do die. So Celia’s absurd speed through it… probably didn’t affect the outcome much at all.

  An Hour Later.

  Making her way through the forest, Celia eventually found herself in an area of some intrigue. Or rather… she found a nest of Goblins.

  Ssh!

  Thoughtlessly, the Highest Goddess cut away at the mass of Goblins, which swarmed her equally without thought. After all… these monsters were very rapey, and seeing the absolute beauty that is Celia… sent them into a horny capture frenzy.

  In the end, countless Goblin lives were reaped by our protagonist. Funneling through a blood-soaked cave nest, Celia discovered where the Goblins were keeping captive females.

  Break!

  Celia: “You all are free now.” She said with a warm smile after destroying the bars to their makeshift prison.

  The Captives: “…”

  Celia, unintentionally, was being seen as a pure Goddess by the women. Most were on their knees, seemingly praying to their new idol.

  Celia: “I don’t need any of you to worship me, you know? Here, take these supplies, and then go find a city or town to return to.” She proposed before leaving their sides. “Why do I feel so… uncomfortable?” She secretly thought, confused by why… being worshiped by mortals made her feel off.

  Either way, Celia left the Goblin nest, leaving the thousands of deceased Gobs to rot away within time. Highest Goddess Celia was feeling very off, and she couldn’t pinpoint it to anything, really.

  She assumed that it was Faith’s secrets getting to her, before then moving on from that area of the forest. In truth… her off feeling was because… Celia’s remaining years were fading even faster than before.