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Within a completely white space, the God of Transmigration, Hekaton, glanced at the battlefield from within the eyes of the Reincarnated Souls that he blessed.
There, he saw how terrifying Ervas, and Veronica truly were, and the struggle to survive that Natalia and Mason were undergoing.
"Hmph, so the ones most unwilling to fight them ended fighting them…" he thought while rubbing his chin.
This indeed was quite the ironic fate for them.
He seemed not unfazed at all, even more, he seemed rather content.
This was a golden opportunity for him, if he could help Mason and Natalia fight against Ervas and Veronica, they could truly finish them off for good and get this annoying problem out of his System.
He suddenly waved his hand as two masses of his light-colored soul emerged in front of him, formless and lacking an ego.