"So, missy, how exactly do you want to die?"
Amelia felt the cold beads of sweat trickling down her temples.
One step back, then another.
"Who said I will die?"
She said it, but her mind was in complete chaos.
'That guy is the god of sloth?' She struggled to keep from grinding her teeth. 'How am I supposed to defeat a god?'
Amelia wasn't weak. In fact, she was considered among the top 1% of awakened prospects in the world.
Awakened with an SS-rank spirit talent.
Reaching Graduator rank before 20. Signing a one-sided contract with seven high-ranking spirits.
She was a prodigy who only appeared once every century.
But that was it.
If she had been born in another era, maybe she might have become great.
But this era?
Not a chance.
Eric Daemon, who reached Graduator at 15.
Naza El Salvador, a young boy whose rank couldn't even be measured.
Even among those closest to her, it was worse.
Her Unnie was a greater dragon who could erase the continent with a single thought.
