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Chapter 10
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Eisteth's Faction — The House of Lilith
Inside Lilith's residence—
Black candles burned dimly.
Lilith stood before her family's crest altar.
Her face was cold.
Her eyes filled with hatred.
"Cifer conducted that experiment," her voice was sharp.
"And because of it, my sister vanished like dust."
In the past—
There had been a massive clash between Cifer and Eisteth.
Not just an argument.
It was almost war.
Explosions of power.
The sky of Hell itself cracked.
And after that—
Eisteth disappeared.
Then that woman rewrote Eisteth's system.
Because of that "low-born woman," the rumors spread.
Lilith clenched her fist.
"I don't care who she is now."
She turned to her subordinate.
"Kill the woman who took my sister's place."
"Bring me her head."
The order was given without hesitation.
And the ones sent—
Were insiders of the palace.
Because only insiders could enter without being detected by the old system.
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The monitor suddenly blared loudly.
Beep—Beep—Beep—
The numbers surged.
0.30%
0.67%
1.00%
The doctors froze.
"That's impossible!"
"Her neural activity just spiked dramatically!"
The pink-haired man jolted awake.
"Cecil?!"
Her hand felt warmer.
Her heartbeat stronger.
Why did it spike so high?
Because at that exact moment—
In Hell, her life was in danger.
Two worlds were connected.
When one side stood at the edge of death—
The other reacted to survive.
Hell — Eisteth's Chamber
The room was dark.
Silent.
Too silent.
Eisteth stood near the window when—
The air shifted.
Subtle.
But sharp.
She hadn't sensed them at first.
Because they were insiders.
Their aura had long been registered as "allies" by the old system.
Undetectable.
The door made no sound.
A shadow appeared behind her.
A blade of condensed energy thrust toward her back—
"For the House of Lilith."
The attack was released.
—
But before it could fully pierce her—
The energy around Eisteth exploded.
Automatically.
The reflex of the kingdom's core.
Dark light swept across the room.
The attacker was thrown violently against the wall.
Black blood splattered.
Eisteth's eyes changed.
Black.
Then—
A blade still pierced her left abdomen.
The attacker had landed one strike.
Blood spread across her dark robes.
Her body trembled.
As her consciousness began to fade—
Her purple eyes ignited. 🪼👀
Brighter than before.
Her voice changed.
Deeper.
Colder.
"…Damn it."
At that exact moment—
In the real world, the monitor stabilized at 1.00%.
Because in Hell she was dying—
There was a possibility of a miracle in her original world.
At her core—
Eisteth believed she had already died once.
Palace Corridor — After the Explosion
Leviathan and Cifer arrived almost simultaneously.
They had felt the core's detonation.
The chamber door was shattered.
The assassin lay lifeless.
Leviathan noticed the insignia on the attacker's clothing.
The mark of Lilith's house.
Silence filled the corridor.
Cifer's lips curved slightly.
Dangerous.
"How interesting."
A freezing aura spread through the palace.
This was no longer rumor.
This was an assassination attempt.
And if Eisteth had been attacked from within—
Then factional war had officially begun.
Inside the Chamber
Eisteth lay on the floor, soaked in black blood.
Her fingers trembled.
Not from fear.
But from the sensation pulling at her.
A strong pull.
Warm.
A heartbeat echoing clearer than ever.
Then—
She lost consciousness from the stab wound.
"Cecil…"
In the real world—
Her finger twitched.
The pink-haired man froze.
"Doctor! Her hand moved!"
The number remained glowing—
1.00%
For the first time—
She was truly trying to live.
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