Chapter 102: You Deserve to Die Too

The goddess stared at Isabella in shock. "He barely survived. What more do you want from him?"

"I've told you, I am the embodiment of countless vengeful spirits. I must seek vengeance," Isabella said, flashing a sinister smile. "Do you really think there's no need to atone for your sins? Where, then, is justice in this world?"

The goddess pleaded tearfully, "This is all my fault. I am a goddess. I shouldn't have let personal feelings—"

Isabella cut her off. "Yes, you shouldn't have! You've been playing the passive role for a long time. After all, this way, you wouldn't have to bear any guilt or bad reputation, right?" The goddess was stunned.

The celestial lord, though unable to resist, immediately defended her. "We've already saved the world. What more do you want!"

The goddess, regaining her composure, added, "The celestial lord sacrificed himself to save the world. Isn't that enough to atone for his sins?"

Isabella scoffed. "Seriously? Saving the world is your responsibility. What does it have to do with the mess you created?"

The celestial lord bristled. "Why should she be the one sacrificed? Has anyone considered her feelings? Isn't it enough that I've taken her place?"

Isabella sneered, pointing at the celestial lord. "You're the celestial lord, nurtured by the luck and energy of heaven and earth. After ascending, it's your duty to maintain the order of the universe and uphold peace across the three realms."

She then pointed at the goddess. "You were created by the heavens for a special purpose. Your birthright is to protect mortals and shelter all living beings."

Just as the celestial lord and the goddess were about to retort, Isabella continued, "Because of these duties, you've been bestowed with all the privileges the world offers. These privileges are formed by the faith and offerings of living beings—an equivalent exchange! To speak of sacrifice for your sins? You are unworthy of ruling this world, undeserving of worship, and unworthy of being the goddess revered by the three realms."

Isabella's tirade left them speechless. Finally, the celestial lord roared, "I merely love her. Can't a deity fall in love?"

Isabella sneered. "You want to fall in love? Go ahead. Remove your celestial roots, become mortals, and love each other to your heart's content."

Both were taken aback.

"What? Haven't you thought about it? If you let go of your statuses, you wouldn't need to sacrifice anything. Fate will find a way to make up for everything. Are you blind to the mountain of mortal remains beneath your feet, accumulated due to your selfish desires? Since when did sacrificing a whole city for one person become a praiseworthy love story? You delude yourselves! You claim to be divine beings, high above all? If you hold such a position, enjoying the worship, faith, and offerings of the people, then you should fulfill your responsibilities. How can you yearn to be revered like a deity, enjoying all the world's luxuries, yet be unwilling to sacrifice for love? Such greed is lethal."

"Holy smokes, well said!" A voice echoed from the audience. The comment didn't disrupt the viewing experience; everyone felt the same. Few sided with the celestial lord and goddess. Thanks to Isabella and Christopher's stage play, a clear understanding had emerged.

A clear bias trended online. Even tenacious fans were swept away, acknowledging the issues, though unwilling to admit Team Duo Alpha was at fault.

Netizen: Isabella, I understand now. Isn't this like receiving a lifetime salary but not wanting to work? How shameless!

Netizen: They pray and worship every day, making offerings—not for you to fall in love! Get back to work and protect us!

Netizen: Do you really have what it takes to be a deity? If not, you're out! Plenty covet your position. I'll switch to a belief that benefits me more.

Netizen: Why believe in a deity that doesn't look out for me? Am I supposed to find spiritual sustenance in watching you fall in love? I'm not sick!

Netizen: We hold you in high esteem, hoping you'd guide us toward hope and happiness. Despite our unwavering faith, you care only for yourselves.

Netizen: To attain divinity, one must sever all emotional ties. It's only fair a deity descends to the human world when they fall in love!

Netizen: And you dare ask why we expect anything in return? If you're so capable, you shouldn't have let us believe in you!

Netizen: There are teacher-student affairs, romances between mortals and immortals, even deities and demons. They easily lose their temper and fight. Is the power we granted used just to stir up jealousy and cause trouble?

Mirabelle, free to check her phone, bit her lip, fixated on the live comments. She had a bad feeling.

Their original plan was to elicit sympathy. When revealing their relationship issues, fans would consider their bittersweet love story, making it acceptable. They would smoothly sail through the storm.

But the situation reversed. The criticisms aimed at the deities mirrored current discussions.

The plan needed to be put on hold. They needed to shift the blame to the script. They didn't choose it willingly; Danielle forced them. Only this way could they escape.

Backstage, Hayden gasped, looking at his phone. Rosalie and Thalia looked on. He showed Danielle a photo—Mirabelle and Maverick kissing. It was circulating, suggesting Maverick was making a fool of Hendrick.

Danielle scoffed, "They brought it upon themselves."

Rosalie and Thalia were ecstatic. They shared the gossip on Twitter.

"A drowning man will clutch at straws," Hayden worried. "Will Maverick give her up?"

Danielle said, "It's okay; I've given up on him."

The online world was ablaze. The final stage began.

Facing Isabella's ridicule, the celestial lord and goddess were speechless. The goddess pleaded, "He's realized his mistake. He's rid himself of his obsession. I promise, from now on, I'll take him into seclusion to atone for his sins." The audience, previously comforted, felt nauseated. They wondered how Isabella would react.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes. Without a word, Isabella thrust her sword through the goddess's chest.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Seclusion to atone for your sins? Bullsh*t. It's an excuse to escape and indulge in love. You, with hands stained by the blood of countless innocent souls, what right do you have to be reincarnated and find happiness? You reap what you sow! The universe operates on karma; good and evil face consequences. It doesn't discriminate. If the heavens and deities are unjust, then I shall defy the gods!"