Chapitre 84: The Day I Almost Murdered My Sanity

Liria groaned as she flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to life, the universe, and why she was constantly thrown into existential crises. "So, just to recap," she muttered, addressing no one in particular, "I'm apparently the love child of a fiery demon queen and maybe a human sacrifice. Oh, and let's not forget the part where my powers are spiraling out of control, and everyone thinks I'm going to turn into the next apocalyptic threat."

[You're simplifying things again,] the system chimed in, its voice calm and clinical as always.

"Yeah, well, forgive me if I'm not in the mood for a TED Talk on my possibly catastrophic lineage," Liria shot back, rubbing her temples. "What's next, huh? Do I sprout wings? Maybe grow some extra eyeballs? Oh, oh, I know how about an uncontrollable urge to eat souls?"

[Technically, wings would be biologically plausible given your current magical profile,] the system offered unhelpfully.