"Now… prove you're worth that mercy."
"How?!"
If there was even a slim chance, she would pick it up. But how could she prove her worth? She had nothing.
"I will give you two chances for something. You just have to submit to me, or else… I won't say what will happen to you."
Mia didn't understand what God was asking—or what he meant by submitting to him, or how she could do that.
But she remembered something—the insufferable man from before had said he became a slave and was forgiven by Him.
Submitting… as if I'm his slave.
She gulped down shallow breaths, her chest rising and falling with tremors. Her palms clenched, nails digging into her skin as she forced her knees to stop wobbling. Then—slowly—her head lowered. Her eyes, once wide with panic, locked onto him with forced resolve.
"I am ready to submit to you, God."
Hearing her words, Leon moved into action. He used the Slave Mark skill directly on her without any warning.
