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Chapter 829 - 830: Echoing Words · Oct 23, 2026

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801 Chapter 801 - 802: Minion Formation 2026-10-23
802 Chapter 802 - 803: Kindness Is Cheap 2026-10-23
803 Chapter 803 - 804: Hollow Stillborn 2026-10-23
804 Chapter 804 - 805: Nothing Personal 2026-10-23
805 Chapter 805 - 806: The Witness 2026-10-23
806 Chapter 806 - 807: Hollow Saint 2026-10-23
807 Chapter 807 - 808: Self Determination 2026-10-23
808 Chapter 808 - 809: Evils Unleashed 2026-10-23
809 Chapter 809 - 810: Metamorphosis 2026-10-23
810 Chapter 810 - 811: Time 2026-10-23
811 Chapter 811 - 812: All His Prisoners 2026-10-23
812 Chapter 812 - 813: New Outcome 2026-10-23
813 Chapter 813 - 814: River 2026-10-23
814 Chapter 814 - 815: Two Children 2026-10-23
815 Chapter 815 - 816: A Book 2026-10-23
816 Chapter 816: Too Early And Too Late 2026-10-23
817 Chapter 817 - 818: Builders 2026-10-23
818 Chapter 818 - 819: Yari The Chained City 2026-10-23
819 Chapter 819 - 820: Are You A King 2026-10-23
820 Chapter 820 - 821: Chosen 2026-10-23
821 Chapter 821 - 822: Weak Links 2026-10-23
822 Chapter 822 - 823: Relic Of His Greatest Failure 2026-10-23
823 Chapter 823 - 824: Old Habits Die Hard 2026-10-23
824 Chapter 824 - 825: Third Party 2026-10-23
825 Chapter 825 - 826: Sixteen Percent 2026-10-23
826 Chapter 826 - 827: Ontological 2026-10-23
827 Chapter 827 - 828: Pettiness 2026-10-23
828 Chapter 828 - 829: Too Many Losing Heroines 2026-10-23
829 Chapter 829 - 830: Echoing Words 2026-10-23
830 Chapter 830 - 831: Yari 2026-10-23
831 Chapter 831 - 832 Chain Brand 2026-10-23
832 Chapter 832 - 833: Prison City 2026-10-23
833 Chapter 833 - 834: Broker 2026-10-23
834 Chapter 834 - 835: Cult 2026-10-23
835 Chapter 835 - 836: New Order In The Cracks 2026-10-23
836 Chapter 836 - 837: Finesse 2026-10-23
837 Chapter 837 - 838: Black Crow Base 2026-10-23
838 Chapter 838 - 839: New Evil 2026-10-23
839 Chapter 839 - 840: Systematic Take Over 2026-10-23
840 Chapter 840 - 841: New Shadow 2026-10-23
841 Chapter 841 - 842: Vor’thal Abyss Devourers 2026-10-23
842 Chapter 842 - 843: A Hopefully Ideal 2026-10-23
843 Chapter 843 - 844: Alone 2026-10-23
844 Chapter 844 - 845: Reunion 2026-10-23
845 Chapter 845 - 846: Shamed 2026-10-23
846 Chapter 846 - 847: Collateral Damage 2026-10-23
847 Chapter 847 - 848: Casual Revelation 2026-10-23
848 Chapter 848 - 849: Final Rebellion 2026-10-23
849 Chapter 849 - 850: Branded Elite Layer 2026-10-23
850 Chapter 850 - 851: Elixir Of Pseudo Immortality 2026-10-23

Chapter 829: Chapter 830: Echoing Words

What a foul man. What a wretched and terrible man.

A man could give up a crown for a moment of genuine and true love.

And when that love was betrayed and that heart was broken, his fury could build empires, for a man who has lost everything is unstoppable because there are no deeper depths left to fall into.

Then why was Damon still so unbridled and mad?

He still had things that were precious. Too much to lose.

Sylvia knew that.

But she also knew that in his mind, he was used to having nothing. And because of that, he became loyal to the one thing that could never betray him.

“Damon’s greatest loyalty is to defiance.”

What else did he have that could never turn on him but his own rebellion? This was his way of life. Even dying, even death itself, was a form of rebellion. He was spitting in the face of a god.

Lilith knew that.

She had seen it.

He was laughing crazily as he gazed at the heavens, his chest impaled by a black spear. Blood poured freely, yet his laughter only grew louder.

He mocked the heavens for believing his small, meager screams amounted to nothing. He laughed and cried at the same time, because he had defied them.

If she had not loved him, she might have found its macabre beauty breathtaking. Instead, it shattered her heart.

The only sound she remembered was not Lazarak’s battle with Seraph Null, but her own scream, raw and broken, drowning out everything else.

“Love cannot override his philosophy,” Lilith finally said, her voice low.

He does not cling to love because love can leave.

He does not cling to people because people can die.

He does not cling to gods because gods can lie.

He clings to defiance, because defiance only ends when he ends and even then, he treats death as a final insult.

Sylvia tilted her head slightly, her gaze drifting back to the final line in the book.

“Do you think this is a riddle?” she asked.

“The unknown god seems to have a fondness for riddles, especially when the answers are in plain sight.”

Lilith lifted her head as Sylvia read the last line aloud again.

“Time is linear, simultaneous, and unbreakable. We are all imprisoned by time.”

Sylvia smiled faintly, clearly pleased with herself.

“It’s a funny thing, coming from a god who has authority over time itself.”

Lilith frowned, her expression tightening.

“Are you suggesting the last line is a riddle of sorts?”

Sylvia shook her head.

“No. I’m just pointing out something that could be a clue.”

She glanced sideways at Lilith.

“Besides, our problem isn’t the unknown god. It’s Damon.”

She pointed at Lilith, her white hair lifting slightly despite the still air.

“Tell me what happens.”

Lilith nodded, then hesitated.

“I can’t remember every detail,” she said.

“Only the major ones. And this flower changes things, so it’s linear but unpredictable at the same time.”

Sylvia crossed her arms and nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmm. Like how I can sense this world has changed. As time passes, there are those who become slightly aware. Feelings of déjà vu and the like.”

Lilith nodded. She was about to speak when Sylvia raised a hand, stopping her.

“In that case, I don’t think it will make much of a difference. Just tell me if something unusual happens.”

Lilith glared at her.

“This is unusual,” she said sharply.

“You and I working together. We’re usually at each other’s throats.”

Sylvia glanced at the flower, its petals wilted and dim.

“This thing is actually a weapon, if you think about it objectively.”

Lilith narrowed her eyes, but Sylvia raised a hand again.

“Hear me out. Every time you go back, you create a whole new world and destroy the original. That means this little flower is a mass extinction weapon.”

She leaned back slightly in her chair.

“Think about what the final line says.”

Lilith slowly repeated the words under her breath.

“Time is linear, simultaneous, and unbreakable. We are all imprisoned by time.”

Sylvia nodded.

“This contradicts typical regression. In theory, regression doesn’t break time. It only cheats it temporarily. Butterfly effects and all that.”

Sylvia Moonveil was a walking encyclopedia. More than that, she was a learned woman who understood rules far better than she understood people.

This was right up her alley.

“The rules are simple,” she said calmly.

“And we must know our limitations and play by them.”

She raised three fingers.

“Three, for now.”

“Lilith is not free.”

“Sylvia is not omniscient.”

“And finally, Damon is not immortal. These are our limitations.”

Lilith took a deep, shaky breath, her fingers brushing the flower in her hair.

“I’ve been destroying everything all this time.”

Sylvia let her sit with that realization for a moment before speaking again.

“We might have to fight Damon,” she said evenly.

“But that won’t be enough to win. I’ll assume you already tried that before.”

Lilith closed her eyes.

“He’s powerful. Far more than I anticipated. But the real problem is the elixir that can cure Luna. The moment he got his hands on it, he had no reason to go on.”

Sylvia stood up abruptly, a frown creasing her face as her armor equipped itself piece by piece.

“That’s too bad,” she said.

“Then we’ll have to steal the elixir before he gets it.”

Lilith scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Easier said than done. Even Damon had to start a whole war to get his hands on it.”

Sylvia smiled faintly as she looked at Lilith.

“Then we’ll just take it now, won’t we?” she said softly.

“No one can stop me from getting what I want.”

She echoed Lilith’s own words from the academy, spoken long ago.

She tilted her head and repeated the next part, word for word.

“I’m prepared to take on the world and watch it burn. Are you?”

Lilith was taken aback. Then she laughed, the sound brittle and self-directed.

“When did I become so pathetic?”

She shook her head.

“Ha… ha ha ha…”

She straightened, emerald eyes regaining their familiar confidence.

“There are still two petals left,” she said firmly.

“And I’m ending this now.”

“I’ve been ready to burn the world for years.”

Sylvia scoffed, turning away from Lilith. Then she smiled.

No rival of hers was allowed to be weak.

“Good,” she said.

“Then let’s go. I’ve made preparations.”

She walked toward the altar carved with countless runes.

“When it comes to rune magic, no one in my party comes close to me,” she added.

“Not even Damon.”

She stepped onto the altar, runes igniting beneath her feet.

“Let’s go stop that suicidal bastard,” Sylvia said quietly.

“He still has a promise to keep.”

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