Watching so many people mourning her gave Anna a sense of absurdity.
Other than those from the God of Shattering, Anna hadn't had much contact with these people. She truly had no idea she was so famous in this circle.
She approached again and saw blessings written in various languages under some of the portraits.
"May our hero, 315, rest in peace in another world."
"My sister, your deeds will be sung forever."
"Have a safe journey, Ms. 315."
Of course, not everyone thought that way. A portly man standing next to Jackal was mumbling under his breath.
"Hmph. It's lucky she's dead. Otherwise, she wouldn't get these hypocritical blessings."
"When she was alive, I didn't see any of you helping her. A bunch of selfish people who only care about their own interests, even mimicking the IMF's sanctimonious memorials. How disgusting."
Hearing such words, the people around cast unfriendly glances his way.
Anna never found out what happened after that, because she had already left.
