The moment the dagger’s tip nearly touched Er Yue Feng’s forehead, Luo Yu halted her thrust.

*"If I do this… would I really become a murderer?"*

Her pupils trembled. *"Without him, those girls following the Champion’s party will be heartbroken. They’ll blame me for sure…"*

Luo Yu shook her head frantically, muttering under her breath: "No, no. I’m destined to become the Demon Emperor. How could I stall over such petty romantic attachments?"

She raised the blade again, aiming at Er Yue Feng’s torso.

*"Glory, riches, fame—I’ll have it all soon. I’ll be a true hero."*

*"But… my sisters…"*

As Luo Yu wrestled with her thoughts, her arm grew weak. The dagger slipped from her fingers, plunging straight toward Er Yue Feng’s chest.

"Shit—" Luo Yu lunged, but her frail body was too slow. The fine steel dagger pierced his heart.

"You… okay, Phantom Man?" She patted his cheek gently.

Er Yue Feng’s corpse: "…"

"He’s… gone?" Luo Yu gasped.

She leaned close, checking his breath—fading, then gone. His body turned icy. Sweat drenched her forehead.

Frantically, she grabbed a white cloth to cover his face, then knelt beside the bed.

"I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to kill you! Wait, I *did* mean to! No, his death isn’t my fault—" Her words tangled into nonsense.

"Waaahhh…" Tears pattered onto the sheets. "I hate blood! Killing is terrifying… How can people just *die* like this? Those girls who love him will hate me… Waaah! And if you die so easily, who’ll prove *I* killed you? My glorious future is ruined!"

After sobbing until exhaustion, Luo Yu sat quietly on the bed.

Glancing at the motionless Er Yue Feng, she stripped off her Champion’s robe, baring herself. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she whispered like a mosquito: "If I dance naked for you… will you wake up?"

"Damn you!" She slapped his face twice. "I’ve said so much—say *something* back!"

Er Yue Feng: "…"

"Oh. Right. You’re dead." Luo Yu plopped her butt onto his face and wailed louder, trying to cry him back to life.

Her earth-shattering sobs startled Cat Ten, who’d just finished dinner and a bath. Cat Ten burst in.

"What happened?" She ruffled Luo Yu’s hair. "Why’s my little girl so heartbroken?"

Luo Yu only shook her head, pointing a trembling finger at the sheet-covered Er Yue Feng before bursting into tears again.

"What the hell?" Cat Ten yanked the cloth away. Seeing the dagger buried 5cm deep in his chest, she snorted. "This? Child’s play. Why cry over nothing?"

"Huh? Cat Sister! That’s *in his heart*!" Luo Yu gaped.

"Pfft. A mere dagger to the heart? Some Demon Kind have *multiple* hearts. And Champions? Look—he seems lifeless, but his blood still flows."

"Really?" Luo Yu pressed her ear to his chest. A faint *thump-thump* echoed. Hope lit her eyes. "Can he be saved?"

"Yep." Cat Ten nodded.

"Whoa!"

"Which is why killing high-tier beings requires *extreme* violence."

Cat Ten drew her iron sword, struck a cross-stance, and *thwack*—severed Er Yue Feng’s head clean off. She dangled it by the hair, studying his peaceful face. "See? Highborn Demons only die like this. For multi-headed freaks like Demon Beast Kind? You’d need Great Magic to reduce them to dust."

"Oh…" Luo Yu numbly nodded, then froze. "WAIT—doesn’t this make him *extra* dead?!"

Cat Ten blinked. "Oh. Right."

Er Yue Feng: "…"

"Now he’s *really* gone." Luo Yu wailed anew.

"Chill." Cat Ten repositioned the head onto the neck, then fished needle and thread from her waist pouch. "Help me stitch."

"But… he’s dead!" Luo Yu stared, hand on her forehead.

"Stop gawking. You too." Cat Ten tossed her another needle.

"Oh! Preparing his funeral makeup? Fine… At least his pretty face might snag a ghost bride in the afterlife." Luo Yu took the thread, sewing his chest wound stitch by stitch.

Soon, Er Yue Feng lay whole again, breathing evenly, his expression serene.

"...I killed him, didn’t I?" Luo Yu whispered, watching his face. "I just wanted to kill the Champion myself. Maybe then I’d be famous… Maybe those girls who hate me would finally be my friends…"

She burst into tears again. "But killing is *horrible*! He’s just… gone. Everyone who loves him will ache—and it’s all *my* fault…"

Tears streamed endlessly. Er Yue Feng handed her tissues from the bedside table.

"Killing is terrifying! I’ll never do it again!" She sobbed, hurling the soaked tissues at his head.

"Okay, okay. No killing." Er Yue Feng patted her back, smiling. "Don’t cry, little one."

"Hold on."

Luo Yu whirled around. His neck was flawless. She yanked the blanket down—confirming his flat, 2D chest was indeed the Champion’s. "HOW ARE YOU BREATHING?!"

"…" Er Yue Feng deadpanned. "Why would I hold my breath for fun?"

"Not that!" Luo Yu dove into Cat Ten’s arms, finger shaking at Er Yue Feng. "When did this damn bird *win his revival match*?!"

"Told you—he doesn’t die easy."

Cat Ten stretched lazily. "Champion Er Yue Feng is a Natural Third-Tier Legendary Illusion Mage. Every breakthrough in the Natural system demands a miracle-like feat. It’s… complicated. Only those at his level know how to truly kill him. Probably only himself, Sister Chai, a few Demonic God old geezers, the current Demon King—pyramid-tier powerhouses."

"Seriously that OP?" Luo Yu was stunned (though she understood nothing). She eyed Er Yue Feng. "Hey, Phantom Man—how *do* we kill you? Spill."

Er Yue Feng: "…Do you hear yourself?"

"Oh. Too blunt." Luo Yu stroked her chin. "Next time, I’ll seduce the secret out of you *diplomatically*."

Er Yue Feng: "…"

"Tch." Er Yue Feng yawned, eyeing the blood-soaked dagger on the floor. He tugged two long threads from his neck and chest, baffled. "I take one nap—what the hell did you two *do* to make this mess?"

"Ah…" Luo Yu and Cat Ten exchanged glances, then grinned awkwardly in unison.