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Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: The Final Choice

> Existence Stability: 5%

The number blinked.

Unapologetic.

Unforgiving.

I had less than a day left.

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The night passed slowly.

Too slowly.

Every tick of the watch felt heavier than the last.

The anchor was weakening.

I could feel it.

Like a thread fraying one strand at a time.

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> [Beginner Task: Final Phase Initiated.]

A new screen appeared.

Brighter than the rest.

> [Objective: Prevent Erasure.]

"…That's not helpful," I muttered.

> [Clarification: Choose one path.]

The screen split into two.

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> [Option 1: Possession]

Temporarily possess a living human to stabilize existence.

Success Rate: High

Risk: Mental Corrosion, Humanity Loss

I stared at Ethan.

He was asleep behind the counter.

Tired.

Unaware.

"…No."

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> [Option 2: Core Manifestation]

Condense spirit core independently.

Success Rate: Low

Risk: Permanent Damage

Independent.

Dangerous.

But mine.

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> [Time Remaining: 6 Hours]

The system didn't rush me.

It didn't need to.

My existence was already doing that.

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I drifted closer to the watch.

Memories surfaced.

Promises.

Waiting.

Regret.

"…If I take someone else's body," I whispered,

"then I don't deserve to come back."

> [Decision Registered.]

The screen darkened.

Then—

> [Option 2 Selected.]

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> [Warning: Core Manifestation has no precedent at current stability.]

"Figures."

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I focused.

Pulled everything inward.

The anchor.

The memories.

My remaining stability.

All of it compressed into a single point.

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Pain exploded.

Not physical.

Existential.

Like being crushed from the inside.

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> Existence Stability: 4%

3%

2%

My vision fractured.

The world blurred.

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"…System," I rasped.

> [Processing.]

"…Don't let this be for nothing."

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A faint light ignited within me.

Small.

Unstable.

But real.

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> [Spirit Core: Forming…]

> [Warning: External Interference Detected.]

The store door creaked open.

Cold air flooded in.

A presence stepped inside.

Familiar.

Sharp.

The woman.

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She looked around.

Then smiled.

"…So this is where you were hiding."

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> Existence Stability: 1%

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