0.10%
Real World — Sudden Surge
The monitor had been steady for days.
Beep.
Beep.
0.01%.
Small. Fragile.
Then—
It changed.
0.03%
0.07%
0.10%
The machine emitted a sharper tone.
Doctors froze.
"What happened?!"
"That's impossible— neural activity just spiked to 0.10%!"
Nurses rushed in.
"It's still low— but this kind of jump—"
The pink-haired man jolted awake.
His hand tightened around Yiyii's.
"Cecilia …?"
The monitor continued.
Beep—beep—beep.
Stronger.
Not recovery.
But acceleration.
And for the first time—
Hope felt dangerous.
Hell — The Awakening
In the palace of Lucifer—
Eisteth's fingers moved.
Leviathan noticed first.
Cifer stood at the opposite side of the bed.
Their eyes met briefly.
Tension.
Then—
Her eyes opened.
Violet.
Clear.
Awake.
She blinked once.
Twice.
And the first thing she saw—
Leviathan standing rigid.
Cifer standing too close.
Their expressions sharp.
Cold.
Charged.
"…Did I interrupt something?" she asked hoarsely.
They both turned to her instantly.
"No."
"No."
At the same time.
She slowly pushed herself upright.
Her gaze shifted between them.
Leviathan avoiding eye contact.
Cifer looking irritated.
The air between them heavy.
Her brain processed the scene in the worst way possible.
Ah.
They fought while I was asleep.
Couple fight.
Again.
She sighed internally.
"I swear… if you two are arguing over something stupid…"
They froze.
"…What?"
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Are you two done sulking?"
Silence.
Leviathan looked confused.
Cifer blinked once.
Then realization flickered in his expression.
"…You think we—"
She waved her hand dismissively.
"Please resolve your relationship issues privately. I just woke up."
Leviathan looked like he had been struck by divine punishment.
Cifer stared at the ceiling for a full second.
"…Incredible," he muttered.
The Name
Then—
It hit her.
A sound.
Soft.
Distant.
"Yii…"
Her breath caught.
That name.
Not Eisteth.
Not Core Lord.
Not Sovereign.
Cecilia
Her childhood name.
A name from before exhaustion.
Before death.
Before Hell.
Her chest tightened painfully.
The warmth from the other door surged.
And for a moment—
Her expression changed.
Not ruler.
Not system.
Just human.
Leviathan noticed.
"You heard something."
It wasn't a question.
She forced her composure back.
"…It's nothing."
But it wasn't nothing.
It hurt.
Not physically.
But in a way that felt like being pulled apart.
If the percentage in the real world rises—
The pull will get stronger.
She looked away.
"I need to get used to this."
"To what?" Cifer asked quietly.
"To being called something that isn't mine anymore."
Silence fell.
Because they both understood.
If someone is calling her Cecilia —
Then someone is waiting.
Two Worlds, Stronger Pull
In the real world—
0.10% continued to flicker.
Doctors monitored closely.
The pink-haired man refused to move.
"Stay," he whispered.
In Hell—
Eisteth stood from the bed.
Her legs slightly weak.
But her aura steady.
She looked at Leviathan.
Then at Cifer.
"Stop fighting."
"We weren't," Leviathan said immediately.
She raised a brow.
"Sure."
Cifer smirked faintly.
The tension had shifted.
Not rivalry.
Not yet.
But awareness.
Because something else had entered the battlefield—
A world neither of them could see.
And if the percentage rises again—
The choice will no longer wait.
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Now the real tension begins:
If 0.10% becomes 1%…
Will her soul split?
Or will someone from Hell try to interfere with the real world?
Your move.