Humans have limits.
Ian had already confirmed this fact when he desperately sought to erase the death of Olga Marie.
The more one racks their brains attempting to reach an impossible finish line, the more one realizes the insignificance of being human.
So—
It was only natural that his body was torn apart when he attempted a Spiritron Transfer in the flesh.
But...
If that were the case, wouldn't he be utterly ridiculous?
Everything he had achieved with such painstaking effort would have only bought a momentary reprieve from death.
Is the so-called Slaanesh merely such an incompetent thing?
The guiding voice rang out again at this moment.
"Dead wrong."
"Slaanesh is an existence that never perishes."
"Human desire is the best hotbed. As long as desire does not extinguish, we are eternal."
Then—
He sensed her.
The girl named Olga Marie.
She had been retrieved from absolute death by Slaanesh, yet at this moment, she had also become a hotbed for Slaanesh.
"Eh?"
The girl hiding in the cabinet looked at her middle and index fingers.
They slowly separated, yet were connected as a whole by silken strands of water-white fluid.
Inside, it was no longer just his part, but also hers.
"Why..."
Olga Marie was very confused.
Her brain was resisting, but the subconscious within her body could not stop becoming active.
It was just like...
An opened Pandora's Box.
The more she touched, the more she wanted to touch.
Olga Marie's fingers were moving.
She felt this was already very intense.
But that Slaanesh body, reborn in Singularity F due to this absurd indulgence, felt her dedication was far from enough.
"To indulge in lust, one should be a bit bolder—"
"Let your fingers... be completely soaked in it."
Unknowingly, Ian spoke such words.
Equally confused was Lev.
"It is impossible for anyone to complete a Spiritron Transfer with their physical body."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Lev, who usually kept his eyes narrowed, stared dead at the man in front of him at this moment.
"What on earth... are you?!"
Exaggerated facial contortions blossomed on Lev's face in a twisted manner.
"No no no no no no no!"
"You deserve to die! You should disappear! You worm who disrupted my plans! The remnant of Chaldea!"
The elegance of holding the absolute upper hand vanished completely, replaced by hysterical roaring.
The seamless switch between them was faster than even a zero-frame startup.
However—
Lev soon discovered a fact that made him feel despair.
The body of Ian before him was indeed fragile.
Even some extremely tiny Magecraft could leave traces of trauma on his shell.
But the problem was, although there were clear wounds, they would all quickly recover to a level sufficient to support Ian's continued action.
Lev could even see those unknown black shadows interlacing like spider webs at the positions attacked by Magecraft, repairing all trauma.
Him at every moment seemed identical to him at that moment, without the slightest change.
Even though he had imagined many possibilities that would affect him, Lev had never thought such a scene could exist.
"Monster!"
"You monster!"
Lev, whose reason was clamoring, vented more rapid-fire Magecraft.
Intertwining light and shadow grazed Ian's cheeks like a hail of bullets.
Wounds appeared one after another, but vanished like fleeting light and passing shadows.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Every step Ian took touched Lev's heart like a war drum.
He didn't know what he was facing, but he could confirm it was definitely not a normal existence; calling it a heresy hindering the judgment would probably not be an exaggeration.
"You must die here—"
Arriving at the destination, Ian looked directly at Lev, who was already nailed to the spot.
"Even if Goetia comes, he can't save you. I said so."
"How can you..."
Before Lev finished speaking, his pupils froze completely at their widest moment.
Ian's blade had already pierced through his body.
It was a purple weapon with a slightly curved tip and a blade uneven like fangs.
The gem at the hilt emitted a faint glow, but if one felt carefully, they would realize it was not true light, but materialized magical energy.
Clean and neat.
Ian drew back this weapon he had obtained from the black shadows.
Lev's fresh blood also splattered onto his face.
There was no warmth, only endless foul stench.
Slaanesh is not only about absolute pleasure; the accompanying pain can also become a sharp edge to stab enemies.
"Sword of Slaanesh?"
"What a fine weapon—"
Lev fell to the ground.
His body began to turn cold, then gradually dissipated.
But Ian felt no joy.
Because as someone who had been through this, he knew that so-called death was merely halftime.
As long as that incinerated future still existed, he, as a Demon God Pillar, would stage a comeback time and again.
From this perspective, Ian inexplicably associated a title he should have given him just now.
"Cockroach."
No matter how many times you kill it, it will appear again.
Of course, this time was not without gain.
Lev's death, at least from the perspective of an observer, confirmed Olga Marie's safety.
I... did it...
Thinking this, Ian's knees went soft.
Fortunately, he had a blade in his hand, so he didn't fall directly to the ground.
Slaanesh's guidance indeed temporarily made Olga Marie a hotbed of indulgence, providing the possibility to continue fighting.
But in the end, she was only one person.
No matter how much she indulged, there was an absolute upper limit.
If he wanted to obtain the power to protect others, he must commit more atrocities, just like violating Olga Marie.
Calming down, Ian discovered this plague-like fact and was confused for a moment.
Just then—
Two calls came.
"Is anyone there?"
"Is there anyone else?"
Familiar, yet not entirely familiar voices rang out.
Ian confirmed almost instantly who was shouting.
It was Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.
In the past loops, he had already memorized their voices in his heart.
The most familiar strangers were probably nothing more than this.
To survive that explosion.
Now, the two were probably already in a Master and Servant relationship.
"Over here—"
Knowing the other party was absolutely trustworthy, Ian didn't hesitate and directly exposed himself.
"Eh, Mash, there's someone!"
"Mn, I heard it!"
A burst of running, and the figures of the girls appeared in front of Ian.
Sure enough, just as the man guessed.
The Command Spell on Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand and Mash, who was already holding the shield, explained that the two had joined hands to leap over a catastrophe.
"It's Ian!"
"That's right, Senpai, it's the assistant the Director likes very much!"
The two asked and answered, and Ian's mood relaxed a bit.
No dawdling.
Need to resolve matters here quickly.
"You guys have seen Cú Chulainn, right—"
"That guy is worthy of our trust, we can..."
As Ian spoke, he stopped.
Because he found that whether it was Fujimaru Ritsuka or Mash, they were looking at him with confused eyes.
A bad premonition emerged in the man's heart.
The world is an interlocking machine; every butterfly that flaps its wings one extra time might set off a storm on a distant plain.
What are the consequences of saving a person destined to die by deceiving the world with a feigned death?
"Um..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched her face and answered somewhat worriedly.
"We... haven't seen anyone."
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