It is said that a child finds comfort only in their home —
their Sanctuary,
the only place where they feel safe, loved, and at peace.

This is the case for many children, even adults.

But unfortunately,
It was destined that I would not be one of them.

In my own home.

Among my family.

With the mother who gave birth to me
and the siblings who came from the same womb.

I have never, not even for one day, felt love or comfort there.

My sisters are ashamed of me.

My younger brother does not respect me.

And my mother? She is the harshest of all.
Since I was a child, she has not loved me, cannot stand to see me, and scolds me whenever she does.

As I grew up, I became nothing but the family’s disgrace — a moving money box for my mother and my little brother.

How many times have I thought about ending my life?

How many times have I thought about giving up on this miserable life?

People may think I am too dramatic, but —

If you have not burned yourself on live coals, how can you feel their heat?

No one in this world will ever understand me.

But that’s all right. 

Because I did not give up.

Not because I am strong.

Not because I am holding on to life.

But because of one person.

Except this person was not human.

Not an animal.

Not even a ghost.

This person is the final villain in my favorite novel.

Years spent following him, reading everything that happened to him.

Years spent accompanying him.

His existence became my world — my only world.

I love him.

I adore him.

Even if he is not real.

Even if he is only a man of paper and ink.

I am willing to do anything for him.

I would die for him.

And then the gods granted me my only wish...

Now, I am in his world.

And this time,
I will save him.

Yes, I will do the impossible to save him.

I will kill for him and die for him.

So, Cassel…

This is how madly I love you.

How much I am obsessed with you.

I am ready to destroy myself and the whole world for you.


 ... So, can you look at me?

Darkness swallowed everything far too quickly, and suddenly, I could no longer feel any pain or discomfort at all.


I thought I was about to lose consciousness… only to wake up sometime later.


I had already prepared a hundred different ways to deal with Rosalia.


This time, I was ready—completely determined to tear Cassel away from her, no matter the cost… and to kill her as well.


I had even imagined throwing her to the zombies so she would become some grotesque monster that devoured human flesh. Then I would see who would still be willing to love her or protect her.


My eyes snapped open when the expected blackout never came, and I froze the instant I saw what lay before me.


White stretched endlessly in every direction, swallowing everything, as though the entire world had been erased, leaving behind nothing but this silent void.


Yet in the middle of that endless whiteness…


A massive black book floated in the air.


Chapter 138 - The Book, The Plot, And Mary's Rage