Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste

Dr. Jones looked at Perfikot, opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately said nothing, only bowed to her with defeat, then exited her office.

Watching Dr. Jones leave somewhat disheartened, Perfikot shook her head helplessly and said to Samantha beside her, "Send someone to take care of him, don't let anything happen to him, and don't let him speak indiscreetly either."

Perfikot naturally paid serious attention to the information brought by Dr. Jones, but the news came far too late.

Even if it had come a year earlier, it would have had a completely different significance to Perfikot.

But now... Perfikot already knew of the existence of the divine and that there might be a divine descent, and it's too late to speak of these things again.

However, Perfikot also knew that Dr. Jones must have had a very difficult time over the past three years; the others who traveled with him either died or got eaten, and he hasn't collapsed, which shows a strong will to bring this message back.

Treating him this way is actually inappropriate.

But Perfikot knew she was not suited for the task of comforting people's hearts.

Therefore, as she had Samantha send someone to accompany Dr. Jones, she also made other arrangements: "Notify Aunt Annie later, let her soothe Dr. Jones' emotions; she's more suitable for such matters to go handled by her."

"Understood, I will inform Her Highness the Eldest Princess," Samantha nodded in understanding.

"If there's nothing else, you can leave! I need to be alone for a while, and don't let anyone disturb me unless it's important," Perfikot waved her hand, indicating she needed peace.

Samantha didn't say much, turned and left Perfikot's office, thoughtfully closing the door.

After Samantha left, Perfikot glanced up at the ceiling and then closed her eyes, saying, "You can leave too, let me be alone for a while."

No response came from the room, but a window suddenly opened itself and then closed. Perfikot knew Claudia had also left.

Finally, alone in the room, Perfikot could finally shed all disguises and responsibilities like an ordinary person, leaning back into the chair full of depression and powerlessness.

Her despondency and weakness were not due to the message brought back by Dr. Jones; rather, it was because this world was terribly bad, and solving one issue always meant new problems would arise, even she was struggling to hold on.

But Perfikot knew clearly; she absolutely couldn't fall.

If she couldn't bear it, then the world was truly done for, and everything she had built would collapse like a sandcastle on the beach.

"The world is patched and patched, but..." Perfikot chuckled self-deprecatedly, contemplating the seeming futility of her actions while questioning their ultimate significance.

Saving the world, she did it.

Perfikot not only warned the Empire about the apocalypse but continued striving to save more people even when the Empire ignored her.

If there were truly a criteria to grade saviors, Perfikot believed she could at least score an eighty.

At least in the past three years, she genuinely worked hard at saving more lives, preparing for more people to survive.

Originally, Perfikot thought the world was as it was, at most remaining superficially peaceful like Langton, with turmoil brewing below the surface.

She wasn't surprised by divines showing up in this context. A world of swords and magic without divinities seemed out of place.

Even though the world had entered the Age of Steam, the resurgence of divinities seems well suited, doesn't it?

As for the industrialists exploiting workers during the steam age, she did her part against it and even trained an enemy that's a thorn in her side.

From all angles, Perfikot owed nothing to this world, and she could choose to remain detached alone.

Whether it be the apocalypse or divines, these things were ultimately valueless to her.

She had enough strength and ability to keep herself safe, as initially planned.

Ultimately, however, she got swept into everything, getting caught deeper in the vortex, shackled by various chains, unable to break free.

Perfikot was not overly concerned about these things; she didn't care if the Empire would actually endure or if human civilization could continue.

Overall, surviving well was more pragmatic, right?

Yet she ultimately chose the path to save the world, even while spreading revolutionary thoughts alongside it.

Only the world did not develop as she anticipated, with varied troubles continually cropping up like a game of whack-a-mole, granting her no peace.

As gods emerged, Perfikot wondered about the world's state...

"Ah, I shouldn't have softened then! I would have been carefree alone in the Northern Territory!" Perfikot spoke these words, yet realized if truly alone, the solitude and loneliness would be real.

Since the entire world had fallen into apocalyptic disasters, if she stood alone, Perfikot might not only feel lonely but also have a troubled conscience, wouldn't she?

Possessing the power to save and help others but ultimately watching them die, that's something Perfikot couldn't bring herself to do.

Therefore, she never regretted seeking to save the world, nor did she regret her actions, even knowing she could live easily if she abandoned these responsibilities.

If there was no regret, there was no need for self-pity.

Ultimately, the meaning was in her success in saving the world and humanity, letting human civilization continue.

She could sacrifice saving more for this goal, wouldn't mind killing millions more if required, and certainly wouldn't mind slaying a few divines to save humanity.

As for whether she has the ability to be a Godslayer? Perfikot hadn't met divines; she couldn't rashly claim to slay gods, but she believed in the Jade Record enough to find power to slay them.

After all, having only flipped through less than half of the Jade Record's thirteen pages, right?

Perfikot believed that, as the proclaimed all-knowing artifact containing alchemy knowledge, there must be a way to kill gods within.

As long as she could turn more pages, gain more knowledge and power, she would ultimately find a method and strength to slay divines.

Moreover, fundamentally, Perfikot was a Transmigrator from an era where gods were dead, even from a country that never believed in divine emperors.

Gods? Sorry, in those unbelieving lands, divines would get whipped out if not acting properly.

People worship divines without considering them superior; those titled gods were merely once mortal warriors, elevated by respect.

"Never relied on saviors, nor divine emperors; humanity's happiness relies solely on us." Perfikot hummed a long-lost tune.

The melody faded, yet the song's message imprinted in her heart from the first listen.

Divines perhaps form obstacles, but no challenge is invincible.