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Chapter 387: Alice Holloway End (2) · Oct 12, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: Assessing Inside the Dungeon 2026-10-12
352 Chapter 352: Doubts inside the dungeon 2026-10-12
353 Chapter 353: Doubts inside the dungeon? 2026-10-12
354 Chapter 354: Boss inside the Dungeon? 2026-10-12
355 Chapter 355: Adaptation inside the Dungeon? 2026-10-12
356 Chapter 356: Adaptation inside the Dungeon?? 2026-10-12
357 Chapter 357: Adaptation inside the Dungeon interlude... 2026-10-12
358 Chapter 358: Dungeon End 2026-10-12
359 Chapter 359: Dungeon End Interlude 2026-10-12
360 Chapter 360: Red and White 2026-10-12
361 Chapter 361: Red and White.5 2026-10-12
362 Chapter 362: Principal’s Trust... 2026-10-12
363 Chapter 363: Valeria 2026-10-12
364 Chapter 364: Runic Clone 2026-10-12
365 Chapter 365: Light and suspicions 2026-10-12
366 Chapter 366: Light and suspicions 2 2026-10-12
367 Chapter 367: Fruhling Flower 2026-10-12
368 Chapter 368: White preparations... 2026-10-12
369 Chapter 369: White Declarations... 2026-10-12
370 Chapter 370: Date 2026-10-12
371 Chapter 371: Date 2 2026-10-12
372 Chapter 372: Date 2.5 2026-10-12
373 Chapter 373: Date 3 2026-10-12
374 Chapter 374: Date 3.5 2026-10-12
375 Chapter 375: Date Interlude... 2026-10-12
376 Chapter 376: Last Night 2026-10-12
377 Chapter 377: Last Night Interlude 2026-10-12
378 Chapter 378: A Maid’s Duty 2026-10-12
379 Chapter 379: Alice Holloway~ 2026-10-12
380 Chapter 380: Alice Holloway~2 2026-10-12
381 Chapter 381: Alice Holloway~3 2026-10-12
382 Chapter 382: Alice Holloway~4 2026-10-12
383 Chapter 383: Alice Holloway~5 2026-10-12
384 Chapter 384: Alice Holloway~6 2026-10-12
385 Chapter 385: Alice Holloway~7 2026-10-12
386 Chapter 386: Alice Holloway end (1) 2026-10-12
387 Chapter 387: Alice Holloway End (2) 2026-10-12
388 Chapter 388: Alice Holloway End (Interlude) 2026-10-12
389 Chapter 389: After the War 2026-10-12
390 Chapter 390: Heart’s Connected 2026-10-12
391 Chapter 391: Heart’s Connected Interlude 2026-10-12
392 Chapter 392: Heart’s Connected + (R-18) 2026-10-12
393 Chapter 393: Heart’s Connected + (R-18) [2] 2026-10-12
394 Chapter 394: Managing Realms in different ways~ 2026-10-12
395 Chapter 395: Managing Realms in different ways~~ 2026-10-12
396 Chapter 396: White Days 2026-10-12
397 Chapter 397: White Days Interlude 2026-10-12
398 Chapter 398: Golden Excorcism 2026-10-12
399 Chapter 399: Golden Exorcism .5 2026-10-12
400 Chapter 400: Silent Invitation 2026-10-12

Chapter 387: Alice Holloway End (2)

[You have received the blessing of a primordial being.]

[Bonus points have been rewarded! +20]

[Congratulations! Your understanding of the divine realm has increased!]

[Divinity +5000]

[The effects of Ascension have increased. Total time limit before soul threshold breaks: +20 minutes.]

[Note: The aura of death resonates within you.]

[Blessed Skill: Essence of Death] [Activated]

[All beings near you shall now be in the presence of death you resonate.]

[Beings applicable for [Seal of Oblivion] identified: x1.]

[True death shall now be applicable upon the immortal enemy.]

—

As Erebilʼs blessing coursed through me, something deep within shifted.

Power—an unfathomable surge of power—swelled in my core, yet my stats and level remained unchanged. It wasnʼt an increase in raw numbers, but something fundamental had altered.

It was like the feeling of a newly processed level-up, but deeper. More profound.

Like my very existence had been rewritten.

A dull, resonant sound pulsed from my chest.

A thump.

Then another.

[Note: Skill [Lord of Light] Deactivated.]

The warmth inside me—the faint lingering glow of light—vanished in an instant, snuffed out like a dying ember.

Darkness took its place.

Not an external shadow, but an internal one—an abyss clawing its way through my very being.

Before me, the White Queen surged forward, her radiance splitting the battlefield apart—

But I wasnʼt looking at her.

What I saw instead…

Was a heart.

A deep black heart, pulsing with slow, deliberate beats.

It hung in the air, suspended within the toxic, writhing miasma of death.

-Thump!

A thick network of black-red chains wrapped around it—chaotic, tangled, coiling and uncoiling as if alive.

Protecting me.

Shielding me from the abyss that threatened to consume everything.

I exhaled slowly.

This power—this curse—was now mine.

But even still—even with all this power surging through me—

I could feel it being held back.

Something was restraining it, keeping it from reaching its full, unbridled potential.

And I couldnʼt afford that right now.

Not when my enemy was someone who could bend the very rules of the world around her.

Even with death itself at my side, what was the point if reality itself refused to acknowledge its finality?

Thatʼs why…

I looked at it.

The chains.

I didnʼt know what they were, nor why they bound me so tightly.

But one thing was clear—they were holding me back.

I grabbed my chest, fingers digging into my skin until I could feel the cold, coiling mass beneath—

And then, without hesitation, I ripped the chains apart.

They resisted.

They fought back.

But against death…?

Against its inevitable, absolute nature?

Even chaos itself had no choice but to subside.

I didnʼt know how long this state would last—whether it was temporary or not didnʼt matter.

All I needed was a moment.

Just one moment.

And that was enough.

—

HUAAAAAAAGHHHHH—!!!!!!

A scream ripped through the vast expanse of space.

The White Queenʼs voice—piercing, filled with an indescribable mix of rage and pain.

The next thing I knew—

A wave of figures emerged before me.

Multiple, shifting versions of herself.

ʼClones…ʼ

One of the most annoying abilities she had in the game.

They werenʼt mere projections.

Each one—every single one—was an exact replica, nearly identical to the original in stats and abilities.

Even if they werenʼt the true White Queen, in her domain—

They might as well be.

I exhaled.

Then, casually, I extended my hand.

The air around me darkened.

A deep, consuming blackness—deathʼs miasma—unfurled like a slow-moving tide, rolling outward in all directions.

The White Queenʼs figures—her many selves—stood at the edges of my sight.

But in that moment, as I felt the sheer weight of my own power, the abyss I now wielded—

I realized something.

ʼI can kill them all.ʼ

Gripping Valeria tightly, I felt the surge of power coursing through me, activating something deep within the blade.

The once radiant light that surrounded its edge—

Darkened.

Darker than the abyss itself.

Darker than the void that stretched endlessly around me.

Darker than death.

I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.

Then—

I opened my eyes.

Everything in my vision sharpened.

Every movement skill at my disposal—activated.

The world shifted.

It twisted, warped—time itself slowed as my body adjusted to the overwhelming power now coursing through my veins.

And before me—

A thousand White Queens stood in unison.

Each identical.

Each radiating power enough to shatter souls, distort reality, and rewrite existence itself.

Even with my newfound strength, I could feel my soul trembling under the immense pressure.

Breaking.

But I had no reason to falter.

No reason to lose.

Not now.

FOOOOSSHHH!!!!

A single burst of speed—

And I was gone.

The next moment, my blade sliced through the first White Queen.

A single, absolute strike.

Her entire being shattered in an instant, dissolving into an ashen mist of pure darkness.

It wasnʼt just a physical cut.

Valeria severed something far deeper than flesh—

Essence.

The moment the others saw it—the sheer finality of that destruction—

They hesitated.

Even if only for a second.

But the hesitation did not last.

Because in the next moment—

They retaliated.

Relentlessly.

Magic circles flared to life—dozens, then hundreds, then thousands.

A storm of light, fire, and destruction.

A symphony of spells, weaving an all-consuming catastrophe that could erase me in an instant.

But I moved.

Faster.

Sharper.

My body danced through the battlefield, blitzing across the void like a black star streaking through her white expanse.

Every spell she unleashed—I returned tenfold.

Every attack—countered.

Explosions erupted around me, shockwaves of destruction colliding with my own blades of death.

The clash of light and dark sent ripples through reality itself, the battlefield warping under the sheer force of our battle.

And yet—

Even as I cut them down, as I drowned them in death—

Their numbers kept growing.

An endless tide of White Queens.

An unceasing, infinite army of herself.

But even so—

I didnʼt stop.

Swinging my sword non-stop… I killed every white being in front of me….

[Note: Congratulations you have leveled up!]

[Level +1]

[Lev...]

...

....

...….

The battle raged on like a cosmic storm, an apocalyptic clash where light and darkness intertwined, colliding like a thousand suns exploding all around her.

For the first time in her existence—

The White Queen felt death looming closer than ever.

One by one—

Minute after minute.

Second after second.

Moment after moment.

Each reflection, each fragmented self she projected into existence was cut down.

Erased.

Destroyed.

And all at the hands of a single boy.

A golden-haired anomaly in the fate she had carefully woven.

A disruption.

A flaw in the future she had sought to shape.

Yet—

No matter how she tried to rewrite reality, to bend the very laws that governed existence—

It was useless.

His sword was too fast to evade.

Too powerful to block.

She twisted the world—broke its rules, reshaped its truths—

But there were things even she could not change.

Primordial laws.

Absolute truths.

And among them—

Death stood above all.

An immutable end, an unwavering certainty that no amount of power could defy.

And he wielded it as his own.

The relentless, unceasing storm of strikes did not falter.

Even as the weight of his own power threatened to break him—

Even as the pressure of the battle should have crushed his body, his mind, his very soul—

He never stopped.

Like a god of endless, unyielding energy—

Like an unstoppable force bound only to one truth.

To end her.

And yet—

”Hehe… heʼs really handsome, you know~”

A voice.

Faint.

Distant.

Familiar.

A memory surfaced—a recollection buried deep in the abyss deep inside her...

A voice she knew.

A voice she had long since abandoned.

—Thatʼs right.

That red being…

The one she had once spoken of…

He was fated for something greater.

And he really was—

Handsome.

Something stirred within her.

Something she had not felt in eons.

A feeling foreign and yet—

So achingly familiar.

Heʼs strong...

Even as death crept closer, even as the end approached—

She felt proud.

And for the first time in eternity—

She felt… relieved.

Why?

Why did she feel relieved?

What for?

No…

The sensation was foreign—unfamiliar—wrong.

And yet, it was undeniable.

She realized then—

The relief wasnʼt for herself.

It was for someone else.

But why?

A question loomed within her mind—one she could not yet answer, yet somehow, in some deep, unknowable way…

She felt it.

An ever-growing paradox.

A contradiction.

One that had begun the moment she met the golden anomaly.

And then—

BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!

The world shook.

Reality itself seemed to fracture as another explosion erupted—

One that rippled across existence like a thousand other explosions detonating all at once.

And amid the chaos, she saw it.

—He was weakening.

The White Queenʼs gaze sharpened.

The golden-haired anomaly who had defied her so thoroughly—was faltering.

It made sense.

No matter how powerful he was—

He was still just a mortal.

And wielding authority over death was not something a mere human could escape unscathed.

There were rules—

There were consequences.

And no one, not even him, could ignore them.

If the battle dragged on any longer—

She would win.

She knew this.

He knew this.

But—

She also knew.

He would never allow it.

And she herself—

No longer had the strength to keep dividing her existence into a thousand more fragments.

Time was running out.

For both of them.

But even with all this—

She still held the advantage.

The young man would never find her amid the endless spree of her splitting selves.

Every single one of them was real.

Every single one of them was a fragment of her.

And in the end, this was her reality.

A reality she had created.

No matter what he did—

No matter how much power he wielded—

It would always tilt in her favor.

One way or another.

That was why—

Sacrificing a thousand of herself meant nothing.

Because for every thousand lost—

Another thousand took their place.

And within that endless cycle—

One of her new selves took form.

A phantom with a bow and arrow.

She only needed one opening.

One chance.

One moment where he left even the slightest gap in his defenses—

And she could end it all.

Her fingers stretched out, drawing the bowstring—

The arrowʼs tip shimmered in white.

Brighter.

Until its glow rivaled the very concept of a star itself—

And then—

-FSOOOOOOOOSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

The answer became clear.

To face a herald of death—

She needed death itself.

Even if it was mere mimicry.

Even if it was only a shadow of true oblivion—

In her domain, a shadow was enough to become reality.

[Arrow of Death]

A single strike.

And the anomaly— Would die.

As she watched—

He came closer.

Each strike of his blade cut down another piece of her existence.

Thousands of her scattered selves dwindled down to hundreds.

Hundreds turned into dozens.

And those dozens—

Would soon become none.

The black figure blitzed through everything.

A calamity in motion.

And as the last two remaining clones fought desperately to buy time—

The golden-haired anomaly carved through the first one with a single, fluid motion.

A dark crescent surged from the tip of his blade.

A slash so deep, so absolute—

That the clone didnʼt even have time to scream before it ceased to exist.

Now—

There was only one left.

Her.

The end was inevitable.

She would be next.

But then—

”Kugh!”

Black blood splattered.

The young man staggered.

And in that instant—

The White Queen saw it.

The chance she had been waiting for.

The opening she had orchestrated.

Her fingers moved before thought could catch up.

The bowstring snapped forward.

And from it—

The White Arrow shot forth.

A blinding streak of light—

Faster than thought.

Faster than fate.

It tore through space, a comet of pure annihilation, aimed directly at his heart.

ʼI win.ʼ

The moment it reached him—

Her victory would be assured.

A small smile touched her pale lips.

But then—

VASSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

A red light erupted in front of the young man—

And the world shattered.

The White Arrow—

The embodiment of her absolute reality—

Broke apart.

Like fragile glass.

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Her mind refused to process it.

It wasnʼt possible.

The arrow she had fired—

It wasnʼt just an attack.

It was a truth.

A law of reality that she had woven into existence.

There was no force in this world that should have been able to deny it.

But then—

As the red glow faded—

She understood.

ʼI see…ʼ

It was her.

The Red Queen.

And by her side—

The Red Guardian.

Both her opposites.

Yet—

The only one who could match her reality.

Thump—!

Her white heart-beat.

An unfamiliar sensation surged through her chest—

Not fear.

Not hatred.

Something else.

Something… warm.

Something foreign.

Happiness?

Why?

Why did she feel this way?

Her arrow had missed.

The anomaly—

The golden-haired calamity—

Still stood.

Her mortal enemy—

The Red Queen—

Had appeared before her.

She should have been furious.

She should have felt rage.

And yet—

Relief.

That was what filled her.

That was what pulsed through her veins.

Her heart thumped once more.

And she didnʼt understand why.

Why was it okay?

Why was she glad her arrow hadnʼt struck?

Why did her chest ache at the sight of the Red Queen standing beside him?

Her hands trembled.

She still had enough power left for one more shot.

Summoning her bow once more, she stretched the string.

Her fingers trembled—

Not from exhaustion—

But from the emotions she couldnʼt comprehend.

She locked onto the anomaly once again.

Ready to fire.

But then—

The Red Queen moved.

Appearing at his side.

The two of them stood together—

Eyes locked—

Sharing an unspoken moment.

And then, as one—

They turned to face her.

Thump!

Her heart pounded again.

A wave of happiness.

Stronger than before.

Her energy surged.

FOOOOSHHHHHH!!!!!

This was it.

Her final attack.

Her last chance to bring forth the inevitable death that should claim them both.

She poured everything into the arrow.

One final shot.

The arrow split into two.

The space around her bent and twisted under the sheer power.

Her will manifested into reality.

This time—

This time, she would end it.

And yet—

Her enemies…

They only smiled.

Together—

The Red Queen and the anomaly gripped the black sword.

Their hands joined.

And then—

VOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

A cataclysmic surge of red and dark energy erupted from the swordʼs tip.

The very fabric of space cracked.

The world distorted.

A vortex of nothingness expanded outward, swallowing everything in its path.

Her arrows fired—

But before they could reach their mark—

Silence.

Stillness.

And then—

The blade fell.

[Hidden Blade: Final Form]

[Null Space]

The world—

Turned dark.

All sound faded.

All light vanished.

And in those final moments—

As her existence unraveled—

As she faded into the void—

The last thing she saw—

Was the gentle smile of the Red Queen.

And then—

A voice.

Soft.

Loving.

A voice she had forgotten.

A voice she had long cast away.

”Goodbye, Mother.”

…Mother?

The words pierced her more than any blade ever could.

And for the first time in her existence—

ʼ…. thatʼs right…my dear daughter…. Iʼm glad…ʼ

A genuine smile touched her lips.

As tears fell from her white eyes…

She was gone.

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