VIP Chapter 521: Its Escape
—Run.
—She’s too terrifying.
—I must run.
—No matter where I escape to, no matter where I go, I need to get far, far away from her…
The ninth attempt began.
Reyel could barely maintain her form.
The phantom’s severed limbs and torso, which had existed before, were now completely merged into one after the previous eight massacres, mixed together as if crushed.
Dragging this jumbled body, she crawled across the grounds of Zero Demon City.
—Why is she still chasing me?
—When will she ever give up on me?
—No…
—Why? Why do I also seem to be able to feel “fear”? What am I afraid of?
—But… the aura emanating from that woman is something I can’t help but be afraid of…
—It’s too terrifying, too terrifying to be chased by such a woman.
She could no longer even find the entrances and exits to the various floors of this Dungeon. From the moment she had designed the “spatial” structure of this Dungeon, it was the first time she had regretted it.
To thoroughly kill Treya, she had turned all the Dungeon layers she could control into “Black and White.”
Now, everywhere she looked was the same black and white, completely disorienting her.
Can’t find it, can’t find it, can’t find it…
Where should I go to get out?
Where should I go?
Where is she now? How can I avoid her? What will she do next to kill me? I should…
“Found you. You’ve become completely phantomized, truly… both ugly and difficult to find.”
A chilling voice echoed before Reyel’s eyes.
“But perhaps, this way, it’s closer to your… original form?”
A black sword slashed across the ground.
Though it was merely a strange black blade, when dragged across the ground, it left behind colors like a paintbrush dipped in thick dye, and these colors then spread.
“This is… the ninth time.”
Treya’s voice did not seem as “emotionless” as before.
At least now…
Reyel could hear a trace of “laughter” in her voice.
A trace of laughter that seemed genuinely happy, laughter that seemed to be able to shape her emotions, laughter that…
Laughter that would truly rejoice at her death.
The ninth death.
The “original demon,” no longer able to maintain its borrowed form as the Undead Swordsman Reyel, was directly torn apart by countless slashes from the black blade.
…
When she awoke again.
The demon could no longer possess a physical form, but unfortunately, at the same time as losing its form, it had also forgotten what it looked like when not borrowing the image of other beings and people.
As a wisp of “phantom smoke” drifting through the space of Zero Demon City, it knew only one thing.
—It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
—Where is the pain coming from?
—It had not tasted pain for a very, very long time, especially such a pain that could directly lead to death.
—Why did I feel such a bone-chilling pain when she killed me?
“Tenth time.”
As a wisp of smoke, it still had the “qualification” to be killed.
The sword rose and fell, and the thick smoke dissipated as if brushed away.
…
The eternal master of Zero Demon City, who had toyed with the entire Entak royal family for over two hundred years, and who could even build Zero Demon City into a Dungeon superior to the Death Hall where Reviers herself intervened…
At this very moment, it wanted to “beg for mercy.”
Its form had reduced to a puddle of water,
A pool of black and white water on the ground.
It was no longer even mist or phantom, just water that proved it was still alive.
But…
Even without organs for “thinking,” this puddle of water was still filled with the fear of “being killed by Treya.”
—She’s walking closer, so terrifying, so terrifying, so terrifying.
—Why is she still chasing me?
—Why must she catch me and not let go? What did I do wrong?
This stream of water slid down the high stairs of the Entak Royal Palace’s council hall, flowing down step by step, crawling towards the partially open main gate of the Royal Palace.
Because that gate led out of the entire Royal Palace.
“As expected, you fear death. It’s also no wonder you made Entak sign that kind of contract with you to survive until now.”
The black and white stream moved across the ground. It extended its “hand.”
But it began to “disperse” more and more on the stairs, with fewer and fewer water droplets remaining within its body.
However, Treya’s footsteps followed close behind, coloring everything she passed with vibrant hues.
Each stair transformed into translucent “white,” as if radiating sunlight.
Even the trees in the Royal Palace seemed to have come back to life, their leaf tips tinged with green.
At the bottom of the long staircase in the council hall, the flowers bloomed one after another in brilliant colors.
The “darkness” in the Royal Palace was being “cleansed” piece by piece, turning into a vibrant flow of life and hope.
The black and white water flow, from a puddle to a handful, and finally, to a tiny droplet.
This round droplet was still crawling, moving towards the entrance of the Royal Palace.
“You think you can leave this place by walking out of the Royal Palace? It is indeed one way, but unfortunately, demon… have you forgotten something?”
The droplet naturally did not reply to Treya, so Treya continued.
“This is… your illusion, your world. This Royal Palace is merely a phantom within the Demon City, isn’t it?”
The tip of the black, almost transparent sword aimed at the highest point of the droplet swelling on the ground.
*Splash.*
“Eleventh time.”
The black and white droplet was split in two under the bright sun. One side reflected the azure blue of the sky, the other reflected the lush green of the trees.
And…
Both reflected Treya’s light blue eyes beneath her silver hair.
…
The last demon awoke in the BOSS room on the 230th floor, the room Treya was currently in.
It no longer possessed a “physical form.”
Whether liquid, gaseous, or solid, none of it existed anymore. It felt as if its body had vanished, remaining only as a remnant impression of the Demon City’s “memory” in the BOSS room.
This room, now black and white, was adorned with a chandelier holding forty-four candles, a thick chair perfectly mimicking Entak’s throne, and carpets plastered with various demons stretching to a heavy metal door.
And…
Within this BOSS room lay the “root of disaster” the demon had specifically laid to ensnare Treya.
Four demons, each with a different expression, were coaxing Treya in various ways toward the same outcome.
All of this was irrelevant to its current state of being a “memory.” It had only its wisp of consciousness left; nothing else remained.
