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Chapter 182 182: Moving On · Nov 13, 2026

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151 Chapter 151 151: Youʼre All Weak [III] 2026-11-13
152 Chapter 152 152: Youʼre All Weak [IV] 2026-11-13
153 Chapter 153: Julianaʼs Move 2026-11-13
154 Chapter 154: Sudden Transformation Of A Minor Villain 2026-11-13
155 Chapter 155: Archives [I] 2026-11-13
156 Chapter 156: Archives [II] 2026-11-13
157 Chapter 157: Choices [I] 2026-11-13
158 Chapter 158: Choices [II] 2026-11-13
159 Chapter 159: Choices [III] 2026-11-13
160 Chapter 160: Putting A Minor Villain In His Place 2026-11-13
161 Chapter 161: Flipping The Board [II] 2026-11-13
162 Chapter 162: Flipping The Board [III] 2026-11-13
163 Chapter 163: Flipping The Board [IV] 2026-11-13
164 Chapter 164: Flipping The Board [V] 2026-11-13
165 Chapter 165: Flipping The Board [VI] 2026-11-13
166 Chapter 166: Sin [I] 2026-11-13
167 Chapter 167: Sin [II] 2026-11-13
168 Chapter 168: Sin [III] 2026-11-13
169 Chapter 169: Sin [IV] 2026-11-13
170 Chapter 170 170: Sin [V] 2026-11-13
171 Chapter 171 171: Sin [VI] 2026-11-13
172 Chapter 172 172: Circumstances And Choices 2026-11-13
173 Chapter 173: Cold 2026-11-13
174 Chapter 174: The Nine Hand [I] 2026-11-13
175 Chapter 175 175: The Nine Hand [II] 2026-11-13
176 Chapter 176: The Nine Hand [III] 2026-11-13
177 Chapter 177: The Nine Hands [IV] 2026-11-13
178 Chapter 178: The Nine Hands [V] 2026-11-13
179 Chapter 179: The Nine Hands [VI] 2026-11-13
180 Chapter 180: Alchemy of Souls 2026-11-13
181 Chapter 181 181: Failure And Salvation 2026-11-13
182 Chapter 182 182: Moving On 2026-11-13
183 Chapter 183 183: Tell No Lies 2026-11-13
184 Chapter 184 184: Telling A Lie 2026-11-13
185 Chapter 185 185: The Faceless One 2026-11-13
186 Chapter 186: Study Session 2026-11-13
187 Chapter 187: Love Crisis 2026-11-13
188 Chapter 188: Isnʼt That What You Wished For? [I] 2026-11-13
189 Chapter 189: Isnʼt That What You Wished For? [II] 2026-11-13
190 Chapter 190: Isnʼt That What You Wished For? [III] 2026-11-13
191 Chapter 191: Isnʼt That What You Wished For? [IV] 2026-11-13
192 Chapter 192: Isnʼt That What You Wished For? [V] 2026-11-13
193 Chapter 193: Just Another Normal Exam Day 2026-11-13
194 Chapter 194 194: Practicals 2026-11-13
195 Chapter 195: Night Sanctuary [I] 2026-11-13
196 Chapter 196: Night Sanctuary [II] 2026-11-13
197 Chapter 197: Night Sanctuary [III] 2026-11-13
198 Chapter 198: Night Sanctuary [IV] 2026-11-13
199 Chapter 199: Land Of The Eternal Night 2026-11-13
200 Chapter 200: Blatant Trap 2026-11-13

Chapter 182 182: Moving On

I frowned hard.

The journal slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a soft thud.

”What the hell did I just read?” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

Those last few entries were a lot to digest.

I didnʼt understand some things.

Well, to my credit, most of what Rexerd wrote made no sense. There were also continuity errors scattered throughout.

And some entries just sounded like the ramblings of a madman.

But even putting all that aside, there were plenty of things that simply didnʼt make sense to me because I had little to no knowledge about them.

Letʼs start unpacking this, one by one.

Soul Density, as Rexerd described it, was essentially a soulʼs potential to grow. The denser it was, the more Essence it could absorb — and the higher it could ascend.

He claimed that this was what Spirit Force truly was — a strong soul exerting influence on the physical world.

I knew that. Sort of.

But then he started talking about… Underreality?

What the fuck was that? What does that even mean?

In his words, he described Underreality as literally the underside of reality. The hidden framework. A sub-layer of existence.

He said it was a plane of ʼinformationʼ and ʼdata.ʼ

According to him, the best way to understand Underreality was to imagine that every physical object in our world is made of codes.

These codes exist in the Underreality.

And if someone could edit these codes, they could change the physical object too — essentially rewriting reality.

Those who could do that — those capable of rewriting reality this way — were called Threadweavers.

I understood what he was trying to say.

But it still made no damn sense.

Primarily because nothing like that was ever shown — or even hinted at — in the game.

I wanted to believe him, but there was no proof of Rexerdʼs claims. And his wording was vague. Intentionally so, I assumed.

He said all the Threadweavers were dead. But how the hell do individuals that powerful — people who could literally edit the world — end up dead?

That made no sense either. And again, Rexerd offered no explanation.

So, for now, I had to file that one as some kind of myth.

After all, Rexerd was spiraling back then. Maybe he read some old legend and decided to cling to it.

But then he mentioned a few other things… and I found myself forced to reconsider his words.

He brought up beings and places like the Spirit King, the Lord of Stories, Eternityʼs Sea, the Akashic Records, and Warlocks.

Truthfully, I had no idea what most of that even meant.

An ancient being called the Lord of Stories? That sounded more like a teenagerʼs fantasy novel pen name.

Eternityʼs Sea, where all knowledge is lost and found, and the Akashic Records — a book containing all knowledge? Werenʼt those two concepts weirdly redundant?

Once again, I was ready to dismiss it all as myth and ramblings.

But then he mentioned the Spirit King.

And I obviously knew that was real.

He also mentioned Warlocks. And while I didnʼt know what exactly they were, I had heard Selene Valkryn use that word too.

So, albeit reluctantly, I had to take his words a bit more seriously… and admit, once again, a terrifying truth:

ʼI donʼt know everything about this world.ʼ

I knew a lot. From the game. But the game hadnʼt explored every single concept, place, and character.

And so, my knowledge was limited.

Of course, I already knew that. But I didnʼt like being reminded of it. Because it meant there were still things I couldnʼt control.

And I really hated that feeling.

Anyway, the most shocking revelations came after that — in the last two entries.

Rexerd revealed that Origin Cards werenʼt the physical manifestation of our souls.

Which… honestly, surprised me more than anything he had written.

He said they were just shards of some divine artifact — fragments that bond with a soul and grow alongside it.

He mentioned the myth of the Nine Hands several times. Another thing I had absolutely no clue about.

I made a mental note to research it in-depth later.

Then, Rexerd said he had his Origin Card extracted.

Which, again, was something I didnʼt even know was possible.

Because throughout the game, it was repeatedly stated that if your Origin Card breaks, your soul breaks too — and your body becomes hollow.

So… how the hell did Rexerd survive that?

I didnʼt know.

”Thatʼs why he didnʼt have an Origin Card when I fought him.”

Or when Michael fought him in the game.

He hadnʼt been hiding it. Apparently, Rexerd didnʼt have his Origin Card anymore because he… gave it up.

Whatever the hell that meant.

Once again, I had no clue.

But then — finally — I got at least one answer.

Rexerd said he made a contract with a Scrient. A type of Essent. And became a Warlock.

So that ethereal creature he summoned during our fight — that was a Scrient.

And he was able to summon it despite not having an Origin Card… not because he was a Summoner, but because he was in contract with that Essent.

That led me to a theory of my own.

Iʼd been researching Warlocks and Warlock Marks a few days ago. I didnʼt find much on that topic back then.

But now, I had a lead.

From what Rexerd had written, it seemed like a person becomes a Warlock by entering into a contract with a Spirit.

To be honest, I shouldʼve guessed that sooner.

It fits the traditional meaning of the word warlock — someone who makes a pact with an extraplanar being and gains magical powers.

Only I didnʼt know childrenʼs fantasy stories were a reliable source of study.

But that left me with another question: ʼWhat exactly is a Warlock Mark, then? And how does one even make a contract with an Essent?ʼ

Some Awakened had contract-based powers — like Vince, for example. His innate ability later in the game allowed him to force contracts onto others. Even Spirit Beasts.

But he never became a Warlock.

So, was a different kind of contract required?

Once more… I had no fucking idea.

And that last revelation — that Monarchs were Warlocks — didnʼt even surprise me that much.

Mainly because I still didnʼt fully understand what a Warlock was yet.

And also because, even in the game, Monarchs were hiding a lot of things from the world.

The existence of the Spirit King, for instance, was a highly classified topic. Only a handful of people knew about it.

They were also keeping countless other secrets — some of which the heroes eventually uncovered. But after reading through Rexerdʼs journals now…

It felt like even the heroes never uncovered everything.

”So much wasted knowledge,” I sighed to myself.

I couldʼve asked him so many things.

I couldʼve learned so much from him.

Shaking my head, I rubbed my face. ”Damn it, Rexerd. Why did you have to side with the Syndicate?”

Itʼs not like I didnʼt understand him.

Rexerd craved knowledge more than anything else.

He was willing to fall to any depth, cross any line, to satisfy his curiosity and get the answers he so desperately sought.

All the while the Monarchs knowingly kept so much hidden from the world.

The ones hailed as gods in this era, the so-called protectors of mankind, had been lying. To everyone.

When he discovered that, he mustʼve felt… betrayed.

But no matter the reason, no matter the betrayal — nothing justifies murdering so many Awakened.

Because each one of those Awakened couldʼve been a crucial warrior for humanity in the future.

And above all, nothing justifies selling out your own species.

He let his ambition consume him.

His obsession eclipsed his morality.

He sided with the wrong side.

”You idiot,” I muttered under my breath, voice tight with frustration. ”You couldʼve changed the world. You had the knowledge, the brilliance, the madness required to do it! Hell, you were halfway there.”

But you bet on the wrong side.

You trusted the wrong people.

You handed them your mind, your genius, your loyalty — and in return, they turned you into a weapon.

A pawn.

A tragic, brilliant pawn.

And now youʼre dead.

And all thatʼs left of you are half-torn pages, impossible theories, and the trail of corpses you left behind.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Let the silence settle. ”You fucking idiot.”

Right then, a very familiar, very annoying voice reached my ears.

”Oh my god. Youʼre talking to books now?”

I opened my eyes, expression flat.

And there she was — standing right before me like a vision out of a bad dream.

A beautiful girl with eyes blue like the azure sky, skin paler than ivory, and short hair as white as untouched snow.

Her tantalizing beauty mightʼve been breathtaking… if not for the fact that she was soaked in blood from head to toe.

Juliana crossed her arms and gave me a sharp glare. ”First you were talking to a severed head, and now youʼre having conversations with journals?”

I blinked and glanced down at the journal near my feet.

”Shut up,” I said with a deadpan tone, standing up. ”Did you dispose of his body?”

”Yes,” she replied impassively. ”Submerged the dismembered pieces in a containment tank. Want me to get rid of these… things too?”

My gaze drifted around the room.

Rows of glass pods stood along the walls — each one containing some grotesque failure of a creature. Mutated limbs. Exposed muscle. Stitched skin and twitching flesh.

Some were barely alive, others looked like they were praying for death. Most were too disgusting to even look at.

All of them had once been human.

Many had once been Awakened.

”...Yes,” I said quietly, clenching my jaw. ”Kill them all. But be careful. Some of them have regeneration. And donʼt discard their bodies. They are evidence, after all. Just put them down.”

Juliana nodded once, and for a second, the blood on her skin didnʼt seem quite so out of place.

I waved a hand and began walking away. ”But do that later. For now… make me a cup of coffee. And make it as sweet as possible.”

She raised a brow and looked like she was about to comment, but before she could, I paused and turned around.

Without facing her, I drew a Card from my Soul Arsenal. Immediately, a Fire Arrow appeared in my grip.

I hurled it at the pile of journals on the floor.

The moment it struck, flames exploded outward — leather covers curling and blackening, ink bleeding into ash, and Rexerdʼs years of obsession reduced to smoke.

I watched in silence as the fire consumed his legacy.

Then, with a satisfied nod, I turned and walked out of the room.

Too much lore explored.

Now it was time to prepare for the half-yearly exams.

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