She didn't fire blindly.
She only needed one shot.
And no matter what Amelia did, it would always land.
Amelia exhaled slowly.
There was only one way forward.
If reality itself made it impossible for Maya to miss—
Then Amelia would remove reality from the equation.
Her Eyes of Lust burned brighter.
And she whispered—
"Fall asleep."
The Nightmare Realm Awakens
The sky ripped apart.
A massive, unseen force crashed down upon the battlefield, warping the very nature of existence itself.
Maya's golden-black eyes widened slightly.
The world darkened.
The ground twisted beneath her feet, shifting into something unfamiliar—something ancient, something wrong.
Her breath caught.
For the first time—she had not foreseen this.
A shiver crawled down her spine.
"...What is this?"
She took a step back—only to find that she could not.
A voice whispered from the void.
"Welcome to my world."
Maya turned sharply—but Amelia was gone.
The battlefield had vanished.
She stood in an empty, endless plane, stretching beyond sight. The sky was an abyssal purple, swirling with nameless horrors.
And then—
The shadows moved.
Hands.
Faces.
Eyes.
They slithered across the ground, whispering, laughing, screaming.
A voice echoed from all directions.
"Did you think you could win forever?"
Maya's breath hitched.
This was not a simple illusion.
This was not an attack she could dodge.
This was Nightmare Manipulation.
Amelia had pulled her into a world of her own making.
A world where no bullet could ever reach its target.
A world where the only rule was suffering.
And Maya was the one who had to play.
The Fear of the Unshakable
Maya steeled herself.
She was Abyss Clan.
She had fought gods.
She had trained her mind to resist any illusion, any trick, any lie.
She raised a hand to fire—
"NO."
A voice like thunder shattered the air.
And her body stopped obeying.
Not from fear.
From something deeper.
A force that drowned thought itself.
Her razor-sharp mind, always precise, always cold—began to unravel.
She gasped.
She was drowning in her own head.
And something inside her snapped.
A shadow moved.
A figure stepped forward.
Amelia.
But not the Amelia she knew.
Her violet eyes were gone—now voids, black and endless, filled with ancient nightmares.
Her voice wasn't human anymore.
"Sleep, Maya."
Maya staggered back.
Her vision spun.
This wasn't possible.
She was the perfect shot.
She was Absolute Accuracy.
She should have won already.
And yet—
She was losing.
Her mind was fracturing.
And there was nothing she could do.
For the first time in her life—
Maya felt fear.
Amelia smiled.
Maya was already falling.
One more push—
And it would be over.
Amelia lifted her hand—
And then—
Pain.
A crushing weight slammed down on her.
She gasped.
Her divine energy—it was draining fast.
Her body shook.
Nightmare Manipulation was devouring her from the inside out.
She had held it too long.
And Maya—
Maya felt it.
The nightmare realm flickered.
Maya's golden-black eyes snapped into focus.
She moved without hesitation.
She snapped her fingers.
BOOM.
Amelia didn't even hear it.
She felt it.
Something tore through her chest.
Her body jerked back.
The nightmare vanished.
Reality slammed back into place.
Amelia gasped—blood spilled from her mouth.
She staggered.
Looked down.
Abyssal bullet.
Straight through the heart.
Her Eyes of Lust dimmed.
She had lost.
Maya stood, panting but upright.
Her body wobbled, her eyes dazed—
But she had won.
She lifted her hand again.
She wouldn't need to fire.
Amelia's body was already collapsing.
She hit the stone.
And the world faded to black.
Her blood soaked the broken earth, staining it red and black, her body twitching as abyssal energy consumed her.
The perfect bullet pulsed inside her heart.
Devouring everything.
Her Eyes of Lust flickered weakly.
Breath came in shallow gasps.
Her hands trembled.
And for the first time in years—
She felt powerless.
Her vision blurred.
And she saw it all.
The metal walls of the lab that raised her like an animal.
The screaming of children who never made it out.
The silence in the halls she walked alone, waiting for someone who never came.
Ava's face—her sister in all but blood—smiling through tears.
And then—
Camila and Arthur.
Her friends.
The first ones who saw her as more than a sin.
More than a weapon.
She had survived so much.
Fought through hell.
But now?
Now she would die.
To one shot.
One mistake.
And it was so absurd—
So bitterly laughable—
That she laughed.
A broken, jagged sound that echoed through bloodied air.
Maya paused.
Amelia's eyes swam with blood and something darker.
She was smiling.
A twisted, fevered grin.
She whispered, "Of course this is how I die."
Another wheeze.
"Another failed experiment."
Everything was fading—
Until—
A voice cut the dark.
"It is not your time to die."
And the world shattered.
Power descended.
Even Maya staggered back, her Accuracy trembling under the weight of something ancient.
The battlefield stayed the same for her.
But Amelia—
Amelia stood again.
No pain.
No wound.
Only silence.
Before her—
A woman.
No mortal beauty.
No goddess.
Something older.
Hair of violet and black, eyes like Amelia's—but deeper, fuller.
Desire and death in every breath.
She didn't walk.
She was.
And she spoke.
"Rise, Amelia."
Amelia's breath caught.
The Queen of Lust.
The first bearer.
The origin.
Her voice was calm.
"You are not meant to die here."
Amelia trembled. "...I lost."
The Queen tilted her head.
"Then stand again."
And in her chest—
Power.
Deeper than divine.
Waiting.
The third stage.
The final form of the Eyes of Lust.
"Take it," the Queen said.
Amelia reached—
And the Abyss trembled.
In the real world, Maya stood over Amelia's crumpled body, hand raised for the killing shot.
She never noticed the change.
Never saw Amelia's eyes snap open.
Never saw the wound seal shut, the abyssal bullet fall away like dust.
Never saw the shift—
From violet.
To gold-black.
She didn't see the moment—
Amelia became the nightmare.
BOOM.
Maya fired.
A perfect shot.
The bullet that never misses.
But this time—
It never landed.
Maya's breath caught.
The world blurred.
Then vanished.
She was somewhere else.
Not the battlefield.
An endless void.
Silent.
Empty.
Wrong.
She lifted her hand to fire—
No gun.
Just air.
Her eyes narrowed.
Then—
A whisper.
"Die."
And her head exploded.
Agony like nothing she had known.
And then—
She was whole again.
"Die."
Her body tore apart.
Then reformed.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Millions of deaths.
Maya collapsed, gasping, her eyes wide.
This wasn't a fight.
This was torture.
This was domination.
And Amelia's voice whispered from every shadow.
"You thought you had the perfect shot?"
Darkness wrapped around Maya's thoughts.
"You thought you were untouchable?"
Her own scream echoed back at her.
"You thought you could kill me?"
The void shattered—
And Maya dropped to the ground.
Eyes empty.
Mind broken.
She didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Didn't resist.
Amelia stood tall, her glow fading as she turned.
She had won.
Maya—
Was no longer Maya.
The battlefield fell silent.
Not from peace.
But from terror.
Amelia stood at the center, wrapped in dark violet fire, her Eyes of Lust now gold-black voids.
Her wound—gone.
The bullet—forgotten.
And Maya—
Was no longer a threat.
Just a husk.
A shattered shell drowning in endless fear.
Because Amelia had not defeated her.
She had erased her.
Maya had died a million times.
And what was left—
Was nothing.
Her hands trembled.
Her lips parted.
No sound came.
Amelia had devoured victory itself.
And the sharpest bullet—
Had shattered against the heart of a nightmare.
Amelia breathed deep.
Power surged through her veins, infinite and alive.
The third stage of the Eyes of Lust.
She was beyond wounds.
Beyond death.
She had Absolute Recovery.
She had Emotional Energy Manipulation.
She was fear itself.
Not just the maker of nightmares—
The nightmare.
And she laughed.
A soft sound.
Then louder.
Then monstrous.
A laugh that didn't belong in this world.
Maya didn't move.
Couldn't.
Amelia leaned in.
Whispered:
"You thought you were safe."
Maya shook.
"You thought you were the hunter."
A twitch.
"But you were just another sheep."
Her finger touched Maya's forehead.
And erased everything.
A scream echoed—silent and eternal.
The battlefield vanished.
Nothing remained but Amelia.
And Maya's soul.
Her name.
Her past.
Her purpose.
Her power.
Gone.
Erased.
Swallowed.
Maya—the perfect shot—
Became a whisper in the dark.
Amelia stepped back.
Her fingers dripped with unseen power.
She stared down at what was left of Maya.
A shell.
A ghost.
A warning.
And she smiled.
She had become something new.
Something more.
And for once—
She felt free.
All around her, demons froze.
They saw her.
They felt her.
And they knew—
They had already lost.
Amelia stretched, casual, almost lazy.
Her Eyes of Lust gleamed.
She turned.
And whispered:
"Run."
They ran.
And Amelia laughed.
Because she wasn't done yet.
Not even close.
Black sky, crimson streaks.
Shattered land. Twisted magic. Death.
But none of it mattered.
Because all eyes turned—
To her.
To Amelia.
The vessel of Lust.
The breaker of minds.
She had stood against Maya.
And Maya had fired the perfect shot.
It hadn't mattered.
Now the soldiers knew—
This was power like only one other had shown.
Prince Liam.
MJ stood on the front lines, armor soaked in demon blood, spear in hand.
His breath ragged.
He couldn't look away.
"Close your mouth," Kris muttered. "You'll catch a stray fireball."
MJ blinked. "What… what are we watching?"
Kris smirked. "Something above our pay grade."
MJ swallowed. "I knew the Sin Vessels were strong, but this?"
"That's why they call them monsters."
MJ's gaze shifted—to a silver-haired elf at the back lines.
Still.
Watching.
Not lifting a hand.
"Why's Aurelia here?" MJ asked.
"Who?"
MJ pointed. "The elf. From the Guild. Why's she here?"
Kris froze.
His smile vanished.
"You don't know, do you?"
"Know what?"
Kris exhaled. "Rookies never pay attention."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what Demon King Level means, right?"
"Someone strong enough to level a country."
Kris nodded.
"We've got four."
He raised a finger.
"King Bill."
MJ nodded. Duh.
Second finger.
"Prince Liam."
Of course.
Third.
"Princess Athena."
MJ blinked. "Her?"
"Absolute Superpower Creation. Don't underestimate her."
Then—
Fourth finger.
"And Aurelia."
MJ's blood chilled. "Why?"
Kris grinned.
"Chaos Manipulation."
MJ couldn't breathe.
Chaos Manipulation.
To twist probability.
To rewrite existence into pure disorder.
To unmake reality itself.
Aurelia could erase worlds.
Erase the memory of worlds.
And she was just… standing there.
Watching.
Waiting.
MJ swallowed. "Why isn't she fighting?"
Kris's smirk faded.
"Because there's a catch."
MJ turned. "What do you mean?"
Kris exhaled.