Saintess? Not Anymore! I'd Rather be a Destroyer-Chapter 376 - 313: Can’t cook

"You were supposed to protect her, so your excuse is pathetic," Iris stated, her voice cold, her piercing gaze locking onto Eva, who trembled uncontrollably.

"Please, the system wouldn’t let me intervene until she awakened!" Eva pleaded, still on her knees before Iris, her hands clasped in desperation. She knew every word mattered.

"Hmph. Annoying bastard," Iris muttered, clicking her tongue in disdain, referring to the system that bound Eva’s actions.

"Your power is time magic, correct?" Iris asked, her tone sharp.

She raised her head to look at Iris, "Y-Yes, but due to certain restrictions, I can’t use it freely. If I could, I would’ve undone this mess already," Eva replied, her voice quivering nervously.

Iris’s expression softened slightly, though her eyes remained hard. "Then I’ll grant you the power to wield your time magic at its full strength, three times."

Eva’s jaw dropped. "You can do that?!"

"Yes," Iris said calmly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

’How does she even know I have time magic?’ Eva wondered, her suspicion flickering as she studied Iris’s unreadable face. But Iris paid no mind to her wary glance. Instead, she stepped forward and pressed her fingers to Eva’s forehead, where a faint, glowing jewel pulsed faintly. Waves of raw, vibrant magic surged into Eva, nearly overwhelming her. She staggered but forced herself to to still kneel upright, enduring the flood of power coursing through her veins.

Minutes passed, and Eva’s body began to glow with a radiant golden light. She stared at her trembling hands, awe-struck. ’This magic... it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.’

"That should suffice," Iris said, stepping back with a nod.

"It’s more than enough!" Eva exclaimed, her voice brimming with gratitude and newfound confidence.

"Then reverse time," Iris commanded, her tone leaving no room for remarks.

"Right!" Eva nodded firmly. In an instant, she vanished, reappearing high above the world. She clasped her hands together, and a massive golden clock materialized in the world and was expanding as though to cover the entire solar system. The circle’s glow was visible across the globe.

"Please, wait!" Peter shouted, his voice hoarse as dark miasma coiled around him, his mother, and Grat, rotting their bodies with every passing second.

Iris turned to him, her expression indifferent. "Ah, yes. The insignificant ones."

"Will Aurianna be safe?" Peter asked, his face etched with sorrow and desperation.

"Yes, she will be," Iris replied with a curt nod, her voice softening ever so slightly.

Peter’s lips curved into a weak smile. "That’s good to hear."

"And our world?" Grat interjected, his voice trembling with fear.

"This timeline will be erased," Iris said coldly.

"Please, when time is reversed, let me keep my memories!" Peter blurted out, surprising Grat and Vivian, who stood nearby, their faces pale.

Iris raised an eyebrow. "And why should I grant such a request?"

"I’ll stay by Aurianna’s side forever," Peter declared, his eyes blazing with determination despite the miasma eating away at him.

Iris studied him for a moment, her cold gaze piercing his soul. "Your conviction is surprising for someone who’s only met my sister a few times. But I can sense your sincerity." Her voice became glitchy as she continued, "Very well, I’ll honor it. But betray her, and you’ll face a death so horrific your soul will cease to exist."

Peter nodded, unflinching despite the terror in her words. Satisfied, he let the miasma claim him, his body dissolving into the void.

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"So, you guys will be training me!" Carol announced cheerfully, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to Peter’s distant expression. His gaze lingered on the horizon where Aurianna and Leila had disappeared.

"Where did Aurianna and Leila go?" Zeche asked, his curiosity piqued as he glanced at Carol.

"They’re with Vivian. She’s always hovering over them," Carol said with a huff, her dislike for Vivian evident in her tone.

Zeche nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, then. Let’s get started!"

"Finally!" Carol clapped her hands, practically bouncing with excitement.

"You guys look like you’ve been through a war," Kiana observed, eyeing the group sprawled across the living room couch, their faces etched with exhaustion and defeat.

"That woman was definitely trying to kill us!" Elena snapped, her voice dripping with indignation.

Kiana laughed, unfazed. "That’s Carol for you."

Peter stirred, his thoughts still elsewhere. "Is Aurianna still out there?"

"Yeah," Mina confirmed with a nod.

"When do classes start?" Shuwi asked, her voice flat, betraying her fatigue.

"In two weeks," Zeche replied. "Until then, we’re supposed to get familiar with the campus."

"Two weeks?!" Christopher gasped. "You’ve got the timetable already?"

"Yup. Got the data as soon as we arrived," Zeche said, tapping his temple with a grin.

Juvin fidgeted nervously. "Won’t the school notice we’ve been gone?"

Kiana waved off his concern. "No need to worry. It’s like you’re here and not here at the same time. The system handles it."

Juvin nodded slowly, processing her words. "I see..."

"So, are we all in the same class, or what?" Batholem asked, leaning forward.

"Surprisingly, we’re all in Class S," Zeche said. "Except Zorian, since he’s a senior."

"Correct," Zorian added, taking a sip from his bottle. "Seniors get different classes. First-years are grouped from A1 to Z1."

"Why Class S? Is it special?" Lena asked, her eyes wide with curiosity as she glanced at Zorian, who lounged next to Shuwi on a separate couch.

"It’s for students with unique potential," Zorian explained. "The best of the best."

"Ha! I knew I was special!" Elena declared, puffing out her chest. Shuwi rolled her eyes.

"Pretty obvious, Elena," Peter said with a chuckle, shaking his head.

"Tch, you guys are just jealous!" Elena pouted, crossing her arms.

Christopher groaned, rubbing his stomach. "Can we talk about food now? That stuff in the space was barely edible."

"I can cook something," Shuwi offered, her tone earnest.

Christopher’s face twisted in horror. "No way! Shuwi, your cooking is a crime against taste buds! Only you can stomach it because you’ve got no sense of taste!"

Elena raised an eyebrow. "Is she that bad?"

"Worse!" Christopher exclaimed, flailing his arms. "Don’t let her near the kitchen!"