Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Please, Let’s Die.

Chapter 230 — Please, Let’s Die.

At the same time Eric was discussing with Aerica, in another part of the shadow realm—more precisely in the domain of the youngest Original—

There too, the mother-daughter duo were getting ready to return.

Maybe.

…

Puppet’s City — Brothel of the Damned

Inside one of the rooms usually occupied by prostitutes, Sari sat calmly in front of a mirror.

Her appearance hadn’t changed. It was still the same long black hair, the same red eyes. It was like time itself had paused for her.

But nothing could be more wrong.

Because if you looked into her eyes, you would no longer see the usual cold indifference, the hollow gaze that told you she didn’t give a damn about the world or the universe or anything in between.

Now?

Now you’d see fire.

Burning, raging fire.

A fury that wanted to erupt but had no outlet.

Hatred—deep, boundless, and suffocating—had taken its place.

And you’d wonder…

What happened to Sari in this brothel?

Well.

A good question.

But also… an obvious one.

Sari, even Ester, had underestimated the power of the shadows.

They were good at hiding—too good. But in this realm, there were always those special beings. The kind who could spot you no matter what. The kind whose presence distorted everything around them.

And Sari had crossed one.

A being like that had found her.

And it became the worst day of her life.

Just remembering it made her body tremble in rage.

In the mirror, the woman staring back had no softness left—only red eyes full of murder, twisted features warped by the desire to kill.

“I’ll kill her. I’ll kill her. I’ll kill her. I’ll kill her…”

Again and again she whispered it, like a broken mantra—something to hold her together, something to remind her of who she was. Or who she wanted to be.

She wanted to kill her so badly…

But she was weak.

She was nothing compared to that bitch—so weak that she could kill her with one hand.

The only reason she was alive was because she found her… pleasing. Pleasing enough to let her live.

She shuddered again.

Not just in anger. Not just in hatred. Not just in pain.

But in regret.

Regret for ever being content with where she was.

Regret for thinking she didn’t need to chase power, that just being at her master’s side was enough.

Regret for ever thinking it was enough.

Enough. What a cursed, dangerous word.

The moment you start believing you’ve done enough—in battle, in growth, in love, in ambition—that’s the exact moment you start dying.

Because it’s never enough.

Not for people like her.

Not in a universe like this.

And the second you start to think otherwise, you become complacent. You become stagnant. You become… comfortable.

And comfort?

Comfort is the killer of progress.

That’s what happened to Sari.

And now, here she was. An SS-rank woman dreaming about killing a Mythic-rank monster.

The one who raped her.

The one who violated her soul, her power, her will, her pride.

And no matter how insane it sounded, she was determined to end her—even if it meant sacrificing her life.

Now you might ask: why didn’t she just die and return to Laeh?

After all, she still had the talent Noah gave her that protected her soul. She could have returned to him, grown stronger, even become an Elysiari. Then, with Noah’s help, come back and exact revenge.

But here was the real question:

Why would she do that?

She knew Noah would help her. She knew he would burn the entire Shadow Realm if she asked him to.

But she didn’t want that.

She didn’t want his help.

She didn’t want anyone’s help.

Was it foolish?

Yes. She knew that.

But did it matter?

No.

Not even a little.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Her thoughts were broken by the sound at the door.

She turned—and saw an old, wrinkled lady standing there with a disgustingly pleasant smile on her face.

“My dear child,” the woman said sweetly. “Your request has been accepted. Lady Bari will see you.”

Sari didn’t answer.

She stood up slowly.

She took one last look in the mirror. There was no hatred in her reflection anymore. Only calm, blank indifference.

She slipped into a red, sensual dress that clung to her body like it had been painted on—sexy, elegant, seductive.

Truly, she was beautiful.

“I understand now why Lady Bari couldn’t stop herself from…” the old lady started to say.

She didn’t need to finish.

Sari already knew what she meant.

But she said nothing.

She walked past her without a word.

“Room?” she asked.

“The same room as last time,” the old woman replied, that twisted smile still glued to her face.

Sari’s body twitched ever so slightly.

But she nodded—and walked straight toward that room.

The same room.

The one where that… being had violated her.

There was a twisted satisfaction for that being to meet her there again.

But this time…

This time it would be different.

Sari smiled.

It was a murderous smile.

“It’s time to go home,” she whispered.

…

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“You don’t have to knock, my love,” a sultry voice called from behind the door.

Sari took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The room was exactly what you’d expect from a brothel.

Black and pink walls. Erotic paintings on every side—men, women, creatures, all of them fucking. Some grotesque, others strangely artistic.

No taboos.

This was where powerful beings came to indulge every kink, every hidden desire.

And in the center of it all—

A woman with pale skin, white hair, and glowing green eyes. Her body was pure sin. Her curves, her skin, her gaze—everything designed to destroy a man’s self-control.

Except…

She didn’t like men.

She was one of those who loved women.

Twisted woman who found pleasure in breaking others—turning them, forcing them to abandon their love for men and worship her instead.

She smirked at Sari.

“Tell me, my love,” she purred. “Did you finally fall in love with the tension between two women?”

“Is that why you called me?”

She walked toward her slowly, her hips swaying seductively until they were only an inch apart.

“Did you miss me? My tongue? My pussy?” she whispered, voice dripping with lust.

“Come on… let me hear it.”

The more she spoke, the deeper Sari’s hatred grew. Disgust. Contempt. Rage.

Sari raised her eyes slowly, locking them with that filthy green gaze.

She smiled.

“Yes. I loved it.” Her voice was soft. Deceptive.

“That’s why I’m here… Lady Bari.”

She stepped forward—hugged her.

Bari’s eyes widened.

She flushed red, breath catching as she grabbed Sari tightly, overwhelmed with desire. She sniffed her scent, giving a sigh of pleasure.

“I’ll fuck you so hard tonight. Better than any man ever could,” she whispered.

She didn’t realize her thoughts were slowing down when she sniffed Sari’s scent.

She didn’t realize her shadow mana was being neutralized.

Not until—

Sari whispered.

“Yes… Let’s—”

Then, her voice turned cold.

Colder than death.

“…Let’s die.”

She hugged her tighter—tight enough that from a distance, they looked like lovers.

And then—

“Soul Explosion.”

Sari detonated her soul.

And all hell broke loose.

—End of Chapter 230—

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