VIP Chapter 519: Her Rebirth
Level 333.
In the banquet hall, entirely in black and white.
Swords rained down like a sudden downpour, piercing Treya’s body all over.
Deep black blood flowed from her fallen body, spreading outward.
Reyel’s bare feet stepped onto it, pressing down hard on the ground for a moment before lifting again.
The viscous black liquid clung to her toes, dripping onto the ground little by little.
Reyel was somewhat dissatisfied.
“Blood isn’t red; it’s so boring.”
Because Treya had always been in such a “perceived spiritual world color,” she tried to understand the world with this theory.
To corrupt her nerves, Reyel had turned Zero Demon City into black and white.
But…
For demons, black and white held no meaning.
What did color truly represent?
Aha…
Demons don’t care what the Contractor’s spirit is thinking.
Even when dragging Treya into a black and white dreamscape, making her think she was about to self-destruct, the demon wouldn’t ponder this question.
She looked at Treya, whose body was covered in swords like a hedgehog.
She must have been in unbearable pain, her body pierced in the intertwined space of spirit, dreamscape, and flesh created by Zero Demon City, heading towards death.
Her black skirt, in the pool of thick blood, looked like a black cave, drawing the silver-white Treya into it, pinning her deeply to the ground.
The only thing visible was her faint, increasingly slow breathing.
“Just now, I discovered something…”
“Do you know? While you were fighting, Will was also trying hard to support… He’s pulled Carver into his memory four times.”
Perhaps due to the demon’s “evil taste,” even at the end, Reyel continued to mock Treya’s actions.
Especially…
With a hint of evil taste, she wanted to see Treya’s appearance when she knew her “lover” could do nothing, and then die completely before her.
“Unfortunately, because you didn’t anticipate my existence, he didn’t encounter the ‘enemy’ from Carver’s illusion that he thought would exist.”
Reyel’s toes, step by step stained with Treya’s blood, stepped onto Treya’s fair shoulder.
Her shoulder, already pierced by a sword, was now stained red in the shape of Reyel’s toes.
“I was quite curious. With Carver’s long and complex memory, how powerful would the enemy born from it be? Tsk, what a shame.”
Treya, but Reyel understood.
She didn’t have much breath left.
This was merely her “lingering on.”
“For the thirteenth time, you have ‘died.’ Your heart has died, it doesn’t matter… Entrust your spirit to me? Then, I will control Zero Demon City again, and… save your lover, and let this Zero Demon City survive…”
“How about it?”
…
…
For demons, color might be meaningless.
But for Treya, the life that should have ended four years ago in the banquet hall existed because of that splash of color.
Even if she didn’t understand its meaning.
But…
What she knew…
Will had already told her, she had that ability…
—The ability to greedily obtain all abilities.
“I…”
Reyel heard the sound from Treya’s mouth.
“Hm? What do you want to say?”
Reyel felt a slight…
Unease.
Given Treya’s current state, how could she still speak?
She looked at Treya, who didn’t seem to have completely collapsed on the ground, unable to utter a word, as Reyel had imagined.
Her fingers trembled, and finally, she reached out…
And grasped the black Shadow Nightmare Sword that had been placed beside her.
She held it tightly with her hands, stained with her own red blood.
Wait…
Red blood?
Only then, seeing this, did Reyel confirm the “ominous feeling” she had sensed—
Why was there blood with “color” here?
As the master who truly controlled the demon’s power, the creator of this entire world…
She had turned this level, no… even the entire dungeon, into black and white for Treya, hadn’t she? Why could she see color?
“I… am… not… dead… yet…”
Treya’s right hand pulled out the swords stuck in her body, one by one.
The faster she moved, the more crimson blood flowed from her.
She threw them onto the ground, and with a crisp clatter, the swords disappeared.
“No… impossible…”
Finally, as the swords on the ground disappeared one after another, Treya slowly stood up. And she re-grasped her Shadow Nightmare Sword.
Like a rebirth from hell.
“Impossible… Not only did you feel the pain of death, but you also accepted the downfall of your spirit, and you couldn’t possibly break free from death’s shackles!”
“Heh… Then I have to tell you…”
While Reyel was defenseless, the Shadow Nightmare Sword, carrying crimson blood and shadows from the ground, pierced directly through Reyel’s chest.
Reyel’s current race had no physical body, nor blood.
But…
On her ghostly back, a pair of beautiful, crimson wings unfurled.
“I don’t have a physical body… why am I still… bleeding…”
“I’m greedy. I want it all. Do you hear me? I’ll say it again, for this contract, my demand is… I want it all.”
The sword was thrust even deeper into Reyel’s body.
“This place has been mine from the beginning, it has belonged to me from the beginning, from the beginning… it’s you who should get out.”
From the bandage-wrapped hilt of the Shadow Nightmare Sword, Treya’s fresh crimson blood flowed down.
In this small banquet hall, starting with Treya’s blood, the black and white that Reyel had created was slowly, bit by bit, spread into color.
“Heh…” She chuckled, clearly enduring pain. “Will is still waiting for me—waiting for me to control this world that betrayed us, waiting for me… to turn this entire world into colorfulness for the two of us…”
“Cough…”
The pain from Treya’s body transferred to Reyel. Reyel felt this pain…
It was the Treya who had “died” just now, transferring it to Reyel with some unknown power.
Treya wasn’t the “fool” Reyel had imagined…
Treya’s spiritual power was far, far stronger than Reyel had imagined, or rather…
The current Treya, with her stubborn personality forged by Will, refusing to give up at any step, even… with the greed to hold the entire world in her hands…
Far surpassed the demons who only used “deception.”
What she pursued now…
Was to realize those illusions constructed by demons, those dreams promised by demons, that future deceived by demons…
Completely.
“So, I can’t die here… Speaking of which, you said something about thirteen times…”
“Cough, cough… You… what… are you going to do?”
*Rrrriiiip*—
Treya’s sword tilted upwards, directly piercing the Undead Swordsman Reyel’s head.
As the undead’s head, with its long black hair, sliced through the air, the black sword drew a cross in the sky.
Where it passed, it was repainted with the dazzling colors unique to the banquet hall.
A cheerful waltz once again echoed in the banquet hall.
“Then I’ll kill you… thirteen times. Is this contract signed?”
Reyel saw…
Amidst the slightly disheveled silver strands of hair, Treya’s eyes were entirely a striking light blue.
Gone was the demon’s “filth” that Reyel had bestowed upon her.
These light blue eyes seemed as if they could pierce through Reyel to the highest heavens, far from the deepest Zero Demon City.
—And be thrown down again!
