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Grayson snapped awake.
A terrifying chill—stronger than anything he had ever felt before—pierced straight into his bones.
It wasn't like the previous simulation's warning.
This was death,
this was doom,
this was a blade already poised above his neck.
Grayson's heart pounded furiously.
"Impossible!
I'm inside the Grierson-affiliated villa—
There are elite guards outside.
Shawn, a seventh-level Saint, is stationed nearby!"
This place should have been impregnable.
Unless—
The danger level this time far exceeded his imagination.
The Villain Simulator buzzed coldly:
[The sounds of violent combat echoed around you.
The three Saint-level auras clashed fiercely.]
[One of them belonged to Shawn.
The other two were strangers.
Enemies.]
Then came Anya's panicked voice outside the secret chamber:
["Grayson!
The Zhao family's ancestor and a masked Saint-level expert have stormed in!
Shawn is holding them off!
Open the door—I'll get you out!"]
Grayson froze.
Anya's voice sounded desperate, urgent... sincere.
Could he trust her?
He didn't move.
Instead, he silently activated a hidden peephole.
Outside the secret chamber—
He saw exactly what Anya described.
Chaos.
Fighting.
Guards slaughtered.
And above them, three Saint-level titans tore the sky apart.
One was Shawn, fighting fiercely against two masked enemies—one unmistakably the Zhao family's ancient ancestor.
Grayson's mind raced.
"It's true," he thought grimly.
"The enemy has come.
And they've come prepared."
"But... how did they find me so quickly?
Even I moved locations daily."
The mastermind behind the scenes was far more tenacious than he ever imagined.
There was no time to waste.
Grayson made a ruthless decision.
He did not open the door for Anya.
Instead—
[You activated a secret escape tunnel, hidden inside the chamber.]
[This passage had been specifically designed for emergencies.
Silent. Hidden.
A perfect way to abandon everyone else and flee.]
Grayson's heart hardened.
"If I die here, it's over.
If I survive...
I can avenge everyone later."
Cold logic governed his actions.
Survival first.
Everything else second.
But the moment he stepped into the tunnel—
The Villain Simulator flared again.
[A sudden, overwhelming chill swept over you.
The final warning of fate rang in your bones.]
There was an ambush waiting in the tunnel.
The mastermind had predicted everything.
[You realized:
This entire villa...
was a trap built to catch you like a turtle in a jar.]
Grayson cursed viciously under his breath.
["屮!"]
Without hesitation, he abandoned the escape tunnel.
Instead—
[You opened the secret chamber door
and dragged Anya inside.]
Anya stumbled in, relief flooding her face.
["Grayson, hurry!
If we escape now—"
"The Grierson family will rescue us soon—"]
Before she could finish—
Grayson struck.
One precise blow to the side of her neck.
Anya gasped.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Then darkness claimed her.
She collapsed into his arms—unconscious.
[You acted with ruthless precision.
She would stay unconscious for several hours...
or perhaps longer.]
Grayson exhaled slowly.
No time for regret.
No time for guilt.
He immediately activated his Thousand Shadows Magic Art.
[You summoned the Shadow Simulation Divine Power.]
[You began reshaping Anya's body—
forcing her appearance and aura to match your own.]
The process was disturbingly smooth.
There was one brief moment where something odd happened—
an invisible resistance deep within Anya's body.
But it flickered and vanished.
Grayson chalked it up to his nerves.
There was no time to hesitate.
By the time he finished—
[Anya now looked exactly like Grayson.
Meanwhile, you reshaped yourself into her appearance.]
You even swapped clothes with precision.
A perfect double.
[You hoisted the disguised Anya onto the meditation cushion
and posed her to appear deep in cultivation.]
Meanwhile—
[You, disguised as "Anya," slipped silently out of the secret chamber.]
Grayson's heart raced.
[Without the blessing of "Strong Luck,"
you could no longer rely on miracles.]
He clamped down his aura.
He kept his pace slow and steady.
Disguised as a frightened, helpless Anya.
Chaos raged all around.
Guards were dying.
The sky burned with Saint-level divine power.
Nobody paid attention to one panicked woman slipping through the shadows.
Grayson exhaled quietly.
"Good...
Almost clear—"
But just as he neared the edge of the battlefield—
A terrifying pressure swept over him.
The masked Saint fighting Shawn above turned his gaze toward him.
A bone-crushing force pressed down.
For a moment, Grayson thought he had been exposed.
But then—
The Saint narrowed his eyes in confusion...
then looked away.
[Your Shadow Simulation Divine Power successfully masked your aura.]
Grayson almost collapsed from relief.
Suddenly—
[A violent explosion erupted behind you.]
The secret chamber door was blown apart.
Out staggered a bloodied, wild figure—
Luke.
Eyes blazing with hatred.
Holding a black dagger, he rushed at "Grayson"—
at Anya disguised as him.
["Hahaha!
Grayson!
You dared to steal my woman!
Today, you die by my hand!"]
The real Grayson—disguised as Anya—stopped and watched coldly.
Luke plunged the dagger straight into "Grayson's" chest.
Anya, awakening briefly from her coma, looked up—
Her last sight was Luke's crazed face, filled with triumph.
Her lips trembled.
Tears filled her eyes.
Then—
Darkness.
[Anya died.
Still wearing your face.]
[Shawn, witnessing the death of "Grayson," let out an earth-shattering roar.]
[He ignited his own life force, unleashing terrifying power.]
The Zhao ancestor and the masked Saint recoiled in horror, scrambling back.
But then—
Anya's corpse began to shift.
Twist.
Warp.
The illusion dissolved.
Her true face was revealed.
Anya's beautiful, delicate features now frozen forever in shock and sorrow.
["Anya?!"]
["NOOOOOO!!!"]
Luke collapsed to his knees, howling.
The masked Saint cursed savagely.
Realization hit them like a hammer.
[The true Grayson was still alive.
And they had been tricked.]
["Catch him!" the masked Saint bellowed.]
Black-clad assassins surged toward "Anya"—
the real Grayson.
But it was too late.
Grayson acted immediately.
[You unleashed the full power of your Fourth Level Thousand Shadows Magic Art.]
Eight blurred, black-clad shadows burst out from him, scattering in every direction.
Each one moved impossibly fast.
Each one carried a hint of his aura.
The assassins hesitated, trying to pick the real one.
They failed.
[Your real body fled into the distance,
moving faster than sight.]
["Thousand Shadow Magic!!"]
The masked Saint roared in frustration.
But Grayson was already gone.
By the time the enemy reorganized—
He had vanished into Demonic City's labyrinthine darkness.
Alive.
Triumphant.
And angrier than ever.
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