Her power acted on the text, and at the same time, it influenced the Radical Demon's body.
The script that was being updated began to play out.
The Radical Demon had already drilled through hundreds of meters and had finally encountered easier soil to penetrate, which increased its speed once again.
But at that moment, a strong sense of regret surged in its heart.
[Why am I running?]
[Even if they want to use the superpower of memory reading to peer into my heart, what have I got to lose?]
[I'm the only one left in the Saviors Alliance, what secrets are there left to keep?]
[Do the New Hope Alliance really not know the information about the demons that I know?]
[The Mythical Level being that shelters me, perhaps it has already dealt with the New Hope Alliance long ago.]
[After all, it's the New Hope Alliance we're talking about.]
[Facing them, even if I manage to flee, where can I run to?]
