Become A Character Who Dies Within Three Chapters

"They're all fragments of the same soul, so why are they fighting each other to the death like this?" Louis looked up at the sky, where bursts of energy flashed nonstop, a clash between Aboli and Sylus, and couldn't help but speak.

666 quickly replied: "I'm not entirely sure either, sir. However, based on my speculation, perhaps because they failed to achieve resonance from deep within, the soul shattered into many fragments?"

Louis: "..." Still, that did sound reasonable.

"But Aboli can't die, sir. You still haven't established your bond with her," 666 added.

"So what you mean is, it's fine if Sylus dies?" Louis chuckled.

666 hurriedly said, "That's not what I mean... but even if Sylus dies, his soul has already been collected. In other words, he isn't truly gone—he's only waiting to be pieced back together with the others to become whole again..."

"What I mean is... neither Aboli nor Sylus is complete. I don't really know how to explain it..."

666 kept mumbling and rambling until Louis felt that if he let this foolish system continue, its brain would probably explode from the nonsense.

"Alright then, Aboli won't die," Louis muttered.

Meanwhile, the battle above still raged on.

Neither Aboli nor Sylus gained the upper hand.

Sylus's gaze grew darker as he stared at Aboli. She had already been defeated once, yet she had become even stronger instead of weakening.

Aboli also frowned at Sylus: a cursed existence, one who carried power on par with her, the heir. As expected, her father truly was a fool for letting someone like Sylus survive and grow this strong!

"You're not planning to get serious, are you?" Aboli suddenly smirked at him, and at the same time, radiant light began enveloping her entire body.

"Ha, arrogant!" Sylus roared as a dense shadow shrouded him.

"Supreme Form: Epoch Sovereign!"

"Supreme Form: Anathema!"

The two booming voices rang out simultaneously from above, echoing all of Zone 1. Thunder rolled, and both Aboli and Sylus completed their transformations.

Their wings spread so wide they blotted out half the sky, their bodies fully enshrouded within the massive wings.

Aboli grasped the spear of light. Behind her, a phantom appeared — a hundred times larger than her — and a whirlwind rose. The phantom mimicked Aboli's movement and raised its hand; the spear's tip descended straight toward Sylus!

Sylus curled his lip. Twisting black patterns writhed and flashed across his body; dark smoke, like a poisonous gas, began to gather behind him and coalesced into a gigantic specter that directly confronted Aboli's phantom!

Neither side gave ground; the sky was churned so violently it seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

666: "Too cool, too cool — Aboli is so strong, truly the heroine of my heart! Sylus is awesome too, those patterns on him are so seductive!"

Louis squinted: "Looks like you can see everything in HD, huh?"

666 quickly said, "I even have my own monitor, sir!"

A pale-blue pop-up appeared before Louis as soon as it spoke, clearly projecting the battle between Aboli and Sylus.

"This will cost energy, but I want to learn more about the soul fragments — it's not like I want to watch them fight for fun." 666 said.

Louis ignored the system's ridiculous excuse and focused intently on the battle in the window.

666 kept exclaiming: "Host, I feel like neither Sylus nor Aboli can truly dominate!"

Louis darkened: "I didn't ask, and I'm not interested. I'll keep my chastity and go to the grave, okay? Drop your pairing fetish."

666 was suddenly scolded and very sad, but dared not argue further.

"If I die, the mission ends, right?" Louis asked abruptly.

666 answered: "If you die but complete the mission, you'll be taken to the next world. If you die without completing it, you really die — completely."

"What about Aboli and Sylus — will they die with me when my mission is finished?"

666: "If they're still alive, they continue living, but the soul fragments won't be inside them anymore. This world will fill that void; they will function — not exactly puppets, but not themselves. I don't know how to explain it. In short, you finish the mission and the world will handle the rest!"

Every time 666 gave that "I can't explain it" spiel, Louis keenly felt its lack of professionalism.

He pondered momentarily, then suddenly smiled: "What am I hesitating? I've already died once. If I fail, I'll die one more time. Living up till now was already a miracle…"

Louis muttered, and 666 instinctively assumed he was talking to himself.

At the same time, high above, the battle seemed to have reached its climax.

Aboli was flung backwards by Sylus's unimaginable power. Her face showed no emotion behind that divine shell, but every muscle in her seemed to scream in protest.

She was going to lose — she was going to lose again?

Above them, Sylus's black energy orb rimmed in red grew ever larger, lightning dancing around it, its power enough to swallow her whole.

Aboli gripped the great spear in her hands — one decisive strike. They would have a final clash.

Light wrapped around Aboli. She beat her wings relentlessly, cutting through layer after layer of darkness until she was level with Sylus.

A dazzling phantom appeared overhead; the spear in Aboli's hand pointed downward.

"Mother, mother will bless me, won't you?"

Light and shadow collided, and from their confrontation a vast energy field radiated outward, engulfing an area more than forty meters around them.

"Crack! Snap!"

Cracking echoed as Aboli's spear slowly broke into fragments; light spilled out like a breached dam, surging.

Everything seemed to slow. Aboli saw the darkness like a monster, its huge mouth opening, attempting to devour her completely.

"Father, why don't I have a mother? Everyone else has a mother..."

"A mother? Aboli, in our royal line, we need only the strong. Your mother was weak, therefore unworthy to exist on this land."

Aboli widened her eyes; her tender soul could not comprehend the meaning of those words.

Her father stroked her head: "You can be here because you are strong. Aboli, you will be the strongest generation of the Heavenly Clan in the future. You don't need those weak emotions, Aboli."

Father, you were wrong. I am not the strongest — it turns out I will lose, lose miserably, time and time again.

Mother, mother, I only need you.

Aboli couldn't help but recall Julia's gaze when she looked at her siblings — soft, like a warm spring pool, a love that could never be faked.

If I had a mother too, would she love me like that?

"Mother... oh mother..."

She was dying, but why didn't it hurt at all... It was strange — mother, is mother holding me?