Upon seeing Isabella's initiative, Daniel couldn't help but furrow his brows. He took a deep breath and then seriously looked at Isabella.
"Isabella, you know this— even if it's a replica, it could result in your death."
"Right now, I don't have the means to bring you back to life."
Despite Daniel's serious tone, Isabella's face remained adorned with a faint smile, as though everything Daniel said was merely a trivial matter to her.
"It's alright, little brother. I don't mind these things," she replied casually.
"If the future you becomes a god, then I believe you would choose to resurrect me at the right time."
"But if you fail and die, then even if I'm alive, what difference would it make to me?"
"Although you may not care, my contract has already given everything to you!" Isabella's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.
"Won't you regret this?"
