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Chapter 109: An Act of Mercy [4] · Nov 04, 2026

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101 Chapter 101: We Are All Liars Here [4] 2026-11-04
102 Chapter 102: The Show [1] 2026-11-04
103 Chapter 103: The Show [2] 2026-11-04
104 Chapter 104: The Show [3] 2026-11-04
105 Chapter 105: The Show [4] 2026-11-04
106 Chapter 106: An Act of Mercy [1] 2026-11-04
107 Chapter 107: An Act of Mercy [2] 2026-11-04
108 Chapter 108: An Act of Mercy [3] 2026-11-04
109 Chapter 109: An Act of Mercy [4] 2026-11-04
110 Chapter 110: An Act of Mercy [5] 2026-11-04
111 Chapter 111: An Act of Mercy [6] 2026-11-04
112 Chapter 112: An Act of Mercy [7] 2026-11-04
113 Chapter 113: Aftermath [1] 2026-11-04
114 Chapter 114: Aftermath [2] 2026-11-04
115 Chapter 115: Aftermath [3] 2026-11-04
116 Chapter 116: Aftermath [4] 2026-11-04
117 Chapter 117: Aftermath [5] 2026-11-04
118 Chapter 118: Regret [1] 2026-11-04
119 Chapter 119: Regret [2] 2026-11-04
120 Chapter 120: A Delicate Dilemma 2026-11-04
121 Chapter 121: Investigate 2026-11-04
122 Chapter 122: Reflection 2026-11-04
123 Chapter 123: Frustration 2026-11-04
124 Chapter 124: The Void Capitals 2026-11-04
125 Chapter 125: SICVC [1] 2026-11-04
126 Chapter 126: SICVC [2] 2026-11-04
127 Chapter 127: SICVC [3] 2026-11-04
128 Chapter 128: The Past You Can’t Escape [1] 2026-11-04
129 Chapter 129: The Past You Can’t Escape [2] 2026-11-04
130 Chapter 130: Hell 2026-11-04
131 Chapter 131: Welding Water with Fire 2026-11-04
132 Chapter 132: Revelations 2026-11-04
133 Chapter 133: Horrors of Hell [1] 2026-11-04
134 Chapter 134: Horrors of Hell [2] 2026-11-04
135 Chapter 135: Horrors of Hell [3] 2026-11-04
136 Chapter 136: Horrors of Hell [4] 2026-11-04
137 Chapter 137: Horrors of Hell [5] 2026-11-04
138 Chapter 138: Horrors of Hell [6] 2026-11-04
139 Chapter 139: Horrors of Hell [7] 2026-11-04
140 Chapter 140: Horrors of Hell [8] 2026-11-04
141 Chapter 141: Horrors of Hell [9] 2026-11-04
142 Chapter 142: Horrors of Hell [10] 2026-11-04
143 Chapter 143: Horrors of Hell [11] 2026-11-04
144 Chapter 144: Horrors of Hell [12] 2026-11-04
145 Chapter 145: Truth Beneath the Lies [1] 2026-11-04
146 Chapter 146: Truth Beneath the Lies [2] 2026-11-04
147 Chapter 147: Truth Beneath the Lies [3] 2026-11-04
148 Chapter 148: Truth Beneath the Lies [4] 2026-11-04
149 Chapter 149: Truth Beneath the Lies [5] 2026-11-04
150 Chapter 150: Subject 666 [1] 2026-11-04

The sound of something sharp scraping against stone pierced Azriel’s ears.

It felt like nails dragging through his mind, freezing the breath in his throat.

His body stiffened, locked in place.

A rare look of panic flickered across Leo’s face, his usual smirk twisted into a grimace.

He clenched his teeth, hands curling into fists by his sides, the only sign of his tension.

The sound came from the dark passage where Vergil and Celestina stood, frozen in time.

It was as though time itself had ceased to exist, and only the oppressive, bone-chilling screech of metal against stone remained.

“This isn’t real… it’s all in your head… I think,” Leo muttered, his voice low, uncertain.

It wasn’t reassuring.

In fact, it was terrifying to hear him, the one who almost always had something snarky to say, falter like this.

Azriel stood paralyzed, the metallic screech growing louder, matching the rapid beat of his heart.

Each time it neared, a fresh wave of dread washed over him.

‘Move! Why can’t I move?!’

His body refused him, every muscle locked in place as if turned to stone.

The scraping sound drew closer and closer, deafening, tearing at his sanity.

He didn’t understand what was happening—it was too sudden, too incomprehensible.

A fleeting hope shot through his mind—’Solomon… could it be Solomon?’

But no. He knew it wasn’t him. There was no reason.

A chill colder than death gripped him.

‘Zoran won…?’

His thoughts spiraled into chaos, alarm bells ringing violently in his head.

He had trusted Solomon—prepared, strategic, invincible Solomon.

He couldn’t have lost. He couldn’t.

Yet here Azriel stood, utterly powerless, the scraping growing louder, more unbearable, until it felt like his very bones would shatter under the weight of it.

Then, heavy footsteps followed—each one echoing with deliberate, ominous finality.

Azriel’s heartbeat matched those footsteps.

Whatever was coming…

He was utterly helpless.

Time stopped.

It could not move.

Seconds stretched into what felt like eons, and then, from the suffocating darkness of the passage, a figure finally emerged.

Azriel released the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

It came out in a shudder.

His eyes trembled, and even Leo—looked like he had seen a ghost.

The figure’s dark boots clicked against the cold stone, each step deliberate, slow, filled with a weight that made Azriel feel impossibly small.

The shadowy robe hung over the figure like a void, its face hidden beneath a heavy hood.

But it wasn’t the figure’s appearance that sent ice down Azriel’s spine.

It was what it carried.

…A scythe.

Not just any scythe, but a monstrous weapon, forged from pure night.

The blade—impossibly dark—seemed to devour the light around it, bending the air as if it were alive.

Its jagged edge gleamed with a sickly sheen, like it had tasted countless souls and thirsted for more.

Azriel’s blood turned to ice.

He was staring at Death itself.

The figure stopped in front of Azriel, looming over him.

They were the same height.

And then, as if to rip the world further from its hinges…

The figure’s face became visible.

“…Brat?”

Azriel’s mind blanked.

Leo’s eyes widened in shock.

Because that word—”brat”—wasn’t meant for Azriel.

No.

It was meant for the figure standing in front of Azriel.

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Wearing Azriel’s face.

Azriel stared, face to face with himself.

Yet… it wasn’t him.

It was his face, but older, more refined, perfected.

There was an air of utter control, of boundless power, radiating from the figure’s every movement.

Its crimson eyes bore down on Azriel with a godlike coldness, as though weighing him against something far beyond his comprehension.

Azriel felt impossibly small.

So small, like the figure before him was a colossus, its hand large enough to crush worlds, its gaze searing like crimson suns.

How long had he been staring?

Seconds? Hours? Days?

It wasn’t Azriel looking at himself.

It was him looking at Azriel.

A shift, so small yet so monumental, snapped Azriel out of his daze.

The figure—the other Azriel—was the first to move.

He turned his head toward Leo, who stood paralyzed, bewildered, staring back at him.

And then, with an authority that shook the very air, the figure spoke.

“You have overstayed. It’s time for you to return.”

The voice was colder than the deepest abyss, each word carrying the weight of an undeniable truth, like the very laws of the universe had been spoken.

There was no defiance. No rebuttal. No refusal.

Leo couldn’t resist.

With a mere wave of the figure’s hand, Leo’s form began to flicker, the same way his hands had before.

But now… it was his entire body.

“What—?!”

Leo’s voice warped, glitching, like a broken reality.

He turned his gaze toward Azriel, his face a mask of terror.

Azriel, equally frozen in shock, could only watch as Leo’s form distorted and then…

He was gone.

Just like that.

The hateful, tormenting figure Azriel had wanted to rid himself of—gone.

Azriel turned slowly back to the figure wearing his face, his lips trembling.

“H-how…?”

The figure looked at him, blank and indifferent, tilting its head slightly as though studying Azriel’s very soul. It felt like there was nothing in the universe that could be hidden from this being.

“Everything happened faster than expected,” the figure mused, its voice cold, detached.

“Does that mean her plan was a success, after all?”

Its crimson eyes locked onto Azriel’s, and Azriel found himself unable to look away. Every part of his being was laid bare before those eyes.

“You are confused.”

There was a strange understanding in his tone.

“That is normal. I was confused once as well. But you needn’t worry… all you have to do is remember.”

‘Remember?’

Azriel’s mind raced, but he couldn’t utter a word.

The figure—his other self—nodded, as if that single word explained everything.

“Remember. That’s all you have to do to continue.”

And without another moment for thought, the figure raised its scythe.

Azriel’s eyes widened in terror.

“W-wait—!”

But it was too late.

The scythe came down, swift and inevitable, cutting through the air with terrifying finality.

And as it descended, only one final sentence reached Azriel’s ears, carrying the weight of absolute truth.

“Don’t ever stray from your path again.”

The world went black.

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