I Know the Secret to Surpass Level 100

"Is it really over now?" was all Elliot could ask himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. He watched the shattered shield around him, the sound of Malice's screams still ringing in his ears even as the woman, along with her daughters, was sucked into the vortex.

"What just happened?" Lance ran up to him. "Why was she back? How did she come back?"

"I don't even know what happened," Elliot stared at Lance. "But can I assume that it's all over?"

"Not quite," Irus was shaking his head as he approached them. "It seems like the others couldn't figure out what's wrong with your mother. Trick also reported that Malice's defeat has made some progress on the resistance that was willing to overthrow her."

"It wouldn't come in handy if we put her daughter on the throne." Trick appeared before them, sighing in frustration. It seemed like he had thought of a lot of ideas, but there was nothing that could fit. "If we put the princess on the throne, then the resistance will surely make a claim against it. If we don't, then Malice's supporters will rise up."

"Then we're nowhere," Elliot placed a hand under his chin, deep in thought. "I don't think I can make a plan about this. And it's not like we can just abandon Hell. There has to be a way. But what?"

"Put me," Irus whispered, eyes widening and lips smirking. "A Behemoth and a powerful one at that is going to sit on the throne. The resistance cannot challenge me, and the civilians will see me as a fitting ruler, a strong one."

Elliot was glad that Irus was willing to do the task. The idea crossed his mind, but he immediately left it out to pay respect for his friend's decision. Irus escaped the Forsaken's domain and lived out in peace. He didn't aim for power or to rule.

"For something like this, I just have to make do with what I can do to help," Irus said. "There's nobody better than me to take this role. That way, you can also catch up with your mother and help her recover."

Elliot nodded, agreeing to the proposal. "Then I'll leave this realm to you, Irus."

"Hell is in a good place," Trick said. "We trust Irus. Or should I say, King Irus."

"Don't sound like Elliot." There was a visible cringe that lingered in Irus's mind. "It's not a good thing to hear."

"But let's go to my mother first," Elliot said. "If you said that she needs help, maybe I can be of service."

As they rode to where Melissa was, a cup of tea was placed in its saucer, a grin etched on Frederick's lips. "So, he really did it. What a man."

"My visions are never wrong," the prophecy said. "You cannot doubt what I see because it's nothing but the future. It might be delayed sometimes, or some things do not appear as they are in the vision, but then it will come together."

"From the moment of his birth to the moment he grew up, the Guard that betrayed her kin to protect him, and the friends he made along the way," the prophecy muttered. "They all came true. Nothing wasn't accomplished. Albeit delayed, they still came true in the end."

"Your prophetic accuracy is unmatched indeed," Frederick laughed. "Then what do you think will happen next?"

"The union of black and white twilight," the prophecy placed her cup on the saucer. She smiled as her eyes turned bright white. "The final battle will come, and there is no one that is safe. Everyone will perish one way or another."

"That vision, is it accurate too? People will die in this war?" Frederick asked. "If what you're saying is true…"

"Then his death…" Luck sighed. "The only reason why his last skill against Malice didn't work was because of what will happen in the final battle, right?"

The prophecy shrugged. "I can offer you pieces of the future, but you cannot know what will happen. That would be against what I am created for."

Frederick slammed his hands on the table, eyes red with anger. "You are made to scare with what you read. You are a weapon that was harnessed and exploited by us. You are nothing. Tell us if our friend's son dies in the final battle, and I promise you—"

Before he could finish, Frederick vanished from the realm. Luck laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm sorry about my friend. He's very sensitive when it comes to Elliot."

"It's been like that for the past decade, what do you mean?" the prophecy quirked. "You should go to him. I think he needs some words of advice."

"What can I offer him?" Luck asked, smirking and unfazed by the revelation. "You always tell me what to say so I can always make him feel better."

"Tell him about how you can change the future," the prophecy said. "Even though you absolutely cannot."

Luck grinned, but it was evident that it was mad. While Frederick was mad at the prophecy itself, Luck knew where his anger should be redirected. He knew that he should be mad at the future. But he knew he cannot do anything about that.

"Then I'll tell him that," Luck said. "And the next time we meet, the next time you invite us here. Make sure it's after the final war. And make sure that our friend's child lives."

"You're as big an idiot as he is," the prophecy said. "You cannot change what is set to happen. If Elliot dies in the final battle, then he will die there."

"Then can I at least know from which hands?" Luck asked. "You can at least tell me that so I can kill them right now."

"You cannot kill a friend," the prophecy displayed a crazed grin. "You couldn't before, and you cannot in the future."

"Ah, screw that," Luck laughed bitterly. "Let's see what kind of enemy he is right now. If I see him, I'll kill him right away."