The World Is Mine For The Taking

I see…

So I was right with my assumption. The weight of that realization pressed against my chest like a stone, making me let out a slow breath.

"And because I once served her," Mammon said, her voice sharp but carrying a strange heaviness, "I know for a fact that she was someone capable of destroying the world. Why do you think the seven deadly sins banded together to slay her?"

Her gaze didn't waver. It was the look of someone who had seen things no one else should have seen.

"It's because she planned to destroy the world, right?" I replied.

My words came out steady, but deep down, a part of me tightened. I had already dug into Lilith's lore from the Kingdom of Elves, and thanks to Solaris, I knew fragments of her story. But hearing it directly from someone who had served her—it hit differently.

"You're somewhat knowledgeable. That's good," Mammon said, tilting her head slightly, eyes narrowing as if measuring me. "Then you probably also know that if all of Lilith's abilities were gathered into one person, that person would become Lilith, right?"

I gave a slow nod. My throat felt dry.

"Then tell me, Lord Leon… how are you gaining these abilities?" she asked.

There was no point in lying, so I laid it out for her—how my ability worked, the exact process. As I explained, I watched her face. The more I spoke, the clearer it became to her, like puzzle pieces finally slotting into place. I had assumed she already understood everything, but no—she had only known the surface. The truth seemed to deepen her expression, her eyes reflecting the weight of what I had just confessed.

"I see…" she muttered, almost under her breath before straightening her tone. "So you have to conquer a woman by completing certain requirements for her, and only then do you gain her ability. There's also the condition—the woman needs to be interested in you. And if you copy without fully conquering them, the ability comes out as a diluted version. But if you succeed completely, then you obtain an upgraded version." She paused, her lips curling faintly. "So that's why you've surrounded yourself with a harem of women."

"I guess you could put it that way, yeah," I said with a half-smile. "But it's not like I conquer women just for the sake of the game. I'm not that kind of scum."

"You're telling me you return their feelings then?" Her voice was amused but carried a jab. "Well, you'd better. What you're doing is already scummy. Kind of reminds me of the third generation Greed. That bastard would take anything and devour it without a second thought." She smirked, but it was the kind of smile that left a faint sting.

"I am scum, sure… but I'm a gentleman," I said, holding my ground. "I'd rather call myself a scummy gentleman." I leaned forward slightly. "So tell me, why are you bringing all this up to me?"

Her expression hardened, the playfulness leaving her features. "I'm warning you. Don't ever attempt to conquer the other fragments of Lilith. If you do, you'll unleash a disaster that was prevented long ago. If you succeed in doing that, then Lilith will return—and the moment she does, your entire existence will vanish. You're her vessel, Leon. And once her consciousness fully awakens inside you, you'll be erased. You'd cease to exist."

Her words sank into me like a blade. I had already pieced together fragments of that truth on my own, but hearing it spoken so bluntly carried a weight I couldn't ignore.

I knew I was Lilith's vessel for resurrection. It made sense that conquering her fragments would only reassemble her powers, creating the exact conditions for her return.

"At least you're not completely ignorant of it," Mammon said, her tone easing slightly. Then her eyes sharpened again. "Tell me… how far have you gone with Elise? Considering how close you are, it's safe for me to assume you two are already having sex, right?"

Her words hit me bluntly, and I didn't even bother trying to deny it. "Yeah. I won't lie. I am having sex with her."

"I'm not telling you to stop," Mammon replied, shrugging lightly. "Having one of Lilith's abilities inside the vessel won't bring her back. She needs all five. That's the only condition for her resurrection. So go ahead—have sex with her, and with whoever else you want. But…" her voice dropped, her tone turning sharp, "don't copy their abilities. That's the line. Do that, and you'll be the one who brings back the harbinger of doom."

She looked down for a moment, her expression darkening with something I couldn't quite name—fear, maybe, or bitter memory. "I know this for a fact because I once served her. Lilith was terrifying. She wasn't just a great one—she was the great one. With her power, she could reduce this entire world to dust with nothing more than a flick of her fingers. She was only brought down because the current generation of the seven deadly sins united against her. If not for them… this world would already be gone."

The way she spoke left no room for doubt. Lilith wasn't just dangerous—she was apocalyptic.

Her power alone was enough to clash against the seven deadly sins, something I could hardly even wrap my head around.

I already knew great ones were powerful—beings capable of blanketing the entire world in darkness. But Lilith? She wasn't just powerful; she was beyond comprehension.

Still, I needed to know more. I wanted to know exactly what kind of being had essentially created me into existence.

"How powerful was she, really?" I asked, my voice lower than before.

Mammon's eyes narrowed. Her answer was simple, but it hit harder than any elaborate description could. "Powerful enough to destroy worlds."

The air seemed to grow heavier after those words. Even though I'd suspected it already, hearing it said so directly… it was like the final nail hammered into the coffin of my doubts.

Right now, one thing was clear.

I had to make sure Lilith never resurrected.

I didn't know what the future would bring, or what choices I'd be forced to make. But one thing was absolute: I didn't want to lose the life I had now.

And above all… I couldn't allow Lilith to take my body for her own.