Become A Character Who Dies Within Three Chapters

The moment Aboli's words fell, her body was already before Sylus. She raised her hand, intending to return the same strike he had dealt her moments ago.

But Sylus quickly dodged, seizing her arm in his grip. He squeezed tightly, and Aboli could hear her own bones creaking and splintering beneath the pressure.

"We don't need to fight like this. You can leave, and I'll spare you," Sylus said.

His hair was in disarray, his face smeared with dirt and ash. His words carried none of the charm of a romantic hero.

Aboli looked at him and burst into laughter.

"You might be the stupidest man I've ever seen! A fool who underestimates his enemy deserves the most miserable death!"

With that, she suddenly wrenched her arm free. But because both Aboli and Sylus possessed monstrous strength, her arm was shredded in the struggle—torn apart into a mess of flesh and bone.

Aboli merely flicked her hands, and flesh and bone grew back in an instant, restoring her arms as though nothing had happened.

Wind suddenly rose, swirling violently around her as its center, building into a storm that could erupt at any moment. Energy gathered around Aboli, glowing brighter and brighter. A radiant halo enveloped her body, and her white hair flowed in the gale, shimmering like strands of silver.

"O foolish mortals—allow me to show you what standing on par with the gods means!"

Aboli's voice thundered as enormous magic circles flared above her in the sky and below her feet. The heavens, which had not been too dark moments ago, were now drowned in storm clouds, leaving only the place where Aboli stood bathed in light.

Sylus's eyes widened, his gaze vacant as he watched the spectacle unfold.

She closed her eyes, her body fully enveloped in blinding radiance, slowly rising into the air.

Boom! Rumble!

Thunder cracked. Pillars of lightning tore across the land, obliterating everything they touched. The devastation spread beyond the Aurellan family's estate, engulfing entire districts. Civilians screamed in terror.

The overseer of Zone 5, witnessing the phenomenon in the skies, could only bark frantic orders to his subordinates to evacuate the residents as quickly as possible.

"Sir, aren't we going to intervene—?"

Before the subordinate could finish, the despairing voice of his superior snapped back over the line:

"If you want to die, then go! Even if Zone 5 is destroyed today, we cannot interfere!"

The subordinate trembled violently, hurriedly acknowledging the command, and rushed to carry out the evacuation.

Meanwhile, Sylus's eyes widened as he gazed upward. In his obsidian-black pupils, Aboli's radiant figure was reflected.

Her hair streamed wildly, every strand glowing with divine brilliance. At this moment, no one could glimpse what lay hidden behind that overwhelming light.

But Sylus could see it clearly—Aboli raised one hand, and beneath it, a spear of pure light coalesced, thrusting straight toward him!

The speed…

Sylus's eyes widened. He couldn't dodge at all!

Boom!

He caught the massive spear with his bare hands. Blood instantly poured from his palms, a sizzling sound echoing as his flesh was roasted beneath the searing brilliance. The tip of the spear halted less than a few centimeters from his heart, radiating a heat that seemed ready to pierce through his chest and char his very heart alive!

The ground beneath Sylus sank more than twenty centimeters, his legs driven deep into the earth.

He bent his knees, his back arching under the pressure, cold sweat streaming down his face.

No… too heavy, too strong…

Clap!

At that instant, a sound rang out—a single clap of hands from above. Not loud, but sharp enough to echo straight into Sylus's ears.

His eyes snapped wide, but the colossal spear exploded before he could even react!

Blinding light flooded everything, waves of heat melting the very earth.

Sylus's body was blasted ten meters away, tumbling across the ground in ragged rolls, landing even farther than Louis's corpse.

Astonishingly, though Luna had been torn apart, the barrier protecting Louis remained intact, glowing with a pure violet radiance—like the naive love of that girl who had laid it down.

"Guh…! Cough, cough, cough!"

Sylus couldn't even crawl back to his feet. He lay on his side, curling up instinctively from the pain.

His flesh was ruined—nothing left unscathed. His body was drenched in blood and charred, blackened tissue.

One of his eyes was clenched shut, blood endlessly spilling out. Each hacking cough brought up more blood, heavy and wet, as though his very organs would come spilling out next.

His vision blurred further and further, everything before him fading into haze.

He panted raggedly. With his remaining eye, he stared unblinking at Louis.

At last, a faint laugh slipped from his lips, so weak it was barely audible:

"Ha… ha… Louis, guess who looks uglier now. You were always so vain about your face… but look at you, dying with a hideous expression. There'll be no princess to wake up an ugly, terrifying prince with a kiss."

Sylus had no idea where this thought came from. He felt—it had to be true.

Louis had deceived him. They were never lovers.

A bitter smile tugged at his lips. Then he lifted his gaze skyward. Through his dim, fading vision, he could still make out scattered points of light. Yet he knew—the thing above was changing again…

A pair of vast wings ripped through the radiance, spanning twice the length of Aboli's body—enormous, pure white.

The light receded. The magic circles shattered into fragments, dissolving into the air.

Aboli's proper form was revealed at last.

Her hair floated though no wind blew, shimmering with its own light. Above her head hovered a halo, its design forged from silver diamond-shaped gemstones of uneven lengths, arrayed in a jagged ring.

Her goddess-like dress billowed with strips of fabric swirling through the air, covering only what needed to be covered. Her ears had become a pair of small wings, and around her wrists and ankles, golden rings inlaid with silver gemstones were shimmered.

With a sudden sweep of her wings, a powerful gust blasted across the ground, scattering sand and stone.

She narrowed her eyes, her beautiful face becoming even more enchanting, a faint smile curving her lips, yet carrying only disdain:

"A swarm of insects… fit only to be crushed along with this land."

But first, she had to take Louis away.

A silver radiance wrapped itself around Louis's body, straining to shatter that stubborn, hateful barrier. Sylus's eyes widened—he wanted to rise, he had to do something—but his body refused. Perhaps every bone in him was broken. He couldn't even heal himself!

Shiiing!

At that moment, a streak of energy shot skyward.

Aboli arched a brow and waved her hand—the energy suddenly scattered into dust. Her gaze shifted toward the crater in the earth, the perfect pit she had prepared for those two loathsome monkeys.

From its depths, something was clawing its way upward. Fragments, or perhaps some creature, glowing with a cold black light. They clung to one another, merging and multiplying, their form gradually becoming more distinct.

"Oh… so you're not entirely boring after all," Aboli said softly.

Slow in words but swift in reality—the fragments had already fused into shape before her voice faded!

A bio-mechanical giant more than ten meters tall emerged, six pairs of mechanical wings unfurling from its back, each spanning over twenty meters. Each wing was formed of interlocking metallic rings lined with razor-sharp tips, which pulsed a deep crimson glow—harboring apocalyptic energy.

Its mechanical frame stood only five meters high, yet it hovered effortlessly in midair, its wing-tips scraping the earth as its anchor.

Its body was little more than skeletal plating. It had no head—only a hovering metallic halo, jagged like a crown of thorns, buzzing with a grating onnnngg that split the air.

Its body was clad in an ultraviolet metallic shell, formed from countless long, razor-sharp spikes.

It gripped a colossal purple scythe in its hands, three times its own height. As it swung downward, the purple slammed into the ground with cataclysmic force, unleashing another earthquake that carved out a massive crater. The entire Athena estate and the surrounding land sank more than a meter.

"Supreme Form: Violeta Angel!"