She didn't fire blindly.
She only needed one shot.
And no matter what Amelia did, it would always land.
Amelia exhaled slowly.
There was only one way forward.
If reality itself made it impossible for Maya to miss—
Then Amelia would remove reality from the equation.
Her Eyes of Lust burned brighter.
And she whispered—
"Fall asleep."
The Nightmare Realm Awakens
The sky ripped apart.
A massive, unseen force crashed down upon the battlefield, warping the very nature of existence itself.
Maya's golden-black eyes widened slightly.
The world darkened.
The ground twisted beneath her feet, shifting into something unfamiliar—something ancient, something wrong.
Her breath caught.
For the first time—she had not foreseen this.
A shiver crawled down her spine.
"...What is this?"
She took a step back—only to find that she could not.
A voice whispered from the void.
"Welcome to my world."
Maya turned sharply—but Amelia was gone.
The battlefield had vanished.
She stood in an empty, endless plane, stretching beyond sight. The sky was an abyssal purple, swirling with nameless horrors.
And then—
The shadows moved.
Hands.
Faces.
Eyes.
They slithered across the ground, whispering, laughing, screaming.
A voice echoed from all directions.
"Did you think you could win forever?"
Maya's breath hitched.
This was not a simple illusion.
This was not an attack she could dodge.
This was Nightmare Manipulation.
Amelia had pulled her into a world of her own making.
A world where no bullet could ever reach its target.
A world where the only rule was suffering.
And Maya was the one who had to play.
The Fear of the Unshakable
Maya steeled herself.
She was Abyss Clan.
She had fought against gods.
She had trained her mind to withstand any illusion, any manipulation, any deception.
She raised a hand to fire—
"NO."
A single voice cracked reality.
And suddenly—her body refused to move.
Something had taken control.
Something stronger than fear.
Her own thoughts began to slip away.
Her mind, which had always been perfectly clear, perfectly calculating, perfectly aware—
Was drowning.
She gasped.
She was drowning in her own mind.
Something inside her broke.
A shadow loomed in front of her.
A figure stepped forward.
It was Amelia.
But she was different.
Her violet eyes were now black voids, endless pools of pure, unfiltered nightmare.
Her voice was not human.
"Sleep, Maya."
Maya staggered.
Her vision blurred.
This can't be happening.
She was a sharpshooter.
She was Absolute Accuracy.
She should have already won.
And yet—
She was losing.
Her mind was breaking.
And she could not stop it.
For the first time in her life—
Maya felt terror.
The Cost of a Nightmare
Amelia smiled.
This was it.
Maya was already falling.
One more push—
And it would be over.
Amelia lifted a hand—
And then—
Her vision blurred.
Her head spun.
A sharp, crushing weight pressed down on her chest.
She gasped.
Her divine power—it was vanishing.
Her body trembled.
She had been using Nightmare Manipulation for too long.
It was draining her far faster than she expected.
And Maya—
Maya felt it.
The nightmare realm flickered.
And in that single moment—
Maya's golden-black eyes snapped back into focus.
She didn't hesitate.
She snapped her fingers.
BOOM.
Amelia felt it before she heard it.
A sharp, burning pain in her chest.
Something piercing through her heart.
She staggered back.
Her Eyes of Lust flickered.
Her nightmare realm collapsed instantly.
And then—
The battlefield returned.
Amelia gasped—blood spilling from her lips.
Her body shook violently.
She looked down.
A single abyssal bullet was buried in her chest.
Directly in her heart.
She blinked.
She had lost.
Maya exhaled, stumbling slightly, but still standing.
Her eyes were still dazed, her breath heavy—
But she had won.
She raised her hand to fire again.
But she didn't need to.
Amelia's body was already falling.
She collapsed onto the cold stone—
And the world faded to black
A Laugh in the Face of Death
Amelia lay dying.
Her blood spilled onto the broken stone, staining the battlefield black and crimson, her body trembling as abyssal energy ate away at her insides.
The bullet—the one that never misses—was buried deep in her heart, pulsing with an unnatural force, devouring her lifeforce, unraveling her existence.
Her Eyes of Lust flickered, struggling to stay open.
Her breath came in shallow gasps.
Her fingers twitched—but they were losing strength.
And for the first time in years—
She felt helpless.
The Weight of a Ruined Life
Her vision blurred.
And in the dying light, she saw everything.
The cold steel of the laboratory where she had been raised like an animal, experimented on, waiting for the day she would be useful to someone else.
The screams of the other children who didn't survive.
The empty corridors where she had wandered, alone, knowing that no one was coming to save her.
The face of Ava—her only real family—waiting for her to return, promising she would come back.
And finally—
The memories of Satoshi and Camila.
Her only friends.
The only people who treated her like she was more than a weapon.
More than a vessel for sin.
She had survived so much.
She had fought through hell.
And yet, in the end—
She was going to die here.
To a single bullet.
To a battle she should have won.
And the sheer irony of it—
The absolute absurdity of her life—
Made her laugh.
A low, broken chuckle.
Then more.
Then more.
A sharp, unhinged laugh echoed across the battlefield.
Maya, standing over her, hesitated for the first time.
Amelia's smile was twisted, her violet eyes hazy with blood loss, yet filled with something terrible.
Something beyond reason.
Her voice was a whisper of madness.
"Of course this is how I die."
She wheezed, her vision fading.
"Of course my life ends in another failed experiment."
Her mind was slipping.
Everything was fading.
Until—
A voice cut through the darkness.
A voice that was not her own.
"It is not your time to die."
And the world changed.
The Queen of Lust
A presence descended upon the battlefield, so overwhelming that even Maya instinctively took a step back, her Absolute Accuracy trembling in the face of something older than power itself.
To Maya, the battlefield remained the same.
To Amelia—
Reality shattered.
She was no longer dying.
She was standing.
No pain.
No weakness.
Just emptiness.
And before her—
She appeared.
A woman whose beauty was unworldly, beyond mortal comprehension.
Her hair shimmered with the colors of the void, shifting between violet and black, like the deepest shadows of night.
Her eyes—Amelia's eyes—but far more complete, burning with an abyss of sin and desire.
She did not walk.
She did not move.
She existed.
And her voice was absolute.
"Rise, Amelia."
Amelia's breath caught.
She knew who this was.
The Queen of Lust.
The first. The origin. The ruler of the power she had inherited.
The woman who carried the burden of Sin before her.
The Queen gazed at her, expression unreadable.
"You are not meant to die here," she said. "You have more to do."
Amelia swallowed. "…I lost."
The Queen tilted her head.
"Then stand again."
Amelia exhaled.
She could feel it—a power deeper than anything she had ever known, waiting beneath her skin, waiting to be given.
The third stage of the Eyes of Lust.
"Take it," the Queen whispered.
Amelia did not hesitate.
And then—
The Abyss trembled.
The Awakening of Lust
In the real world, Maya stood over Amelia's dying body, lifting her hand for the final shot.
She did not see the moment Amelia opened her eyes.
She did not see the moment her wound closed instantly, the abyssal bullet falling harmlessly to the ground.
She did not see the way Amelia's violet eyes darkened, shifting into an abyssal gold-black, something far beyond what they had been before.
And she did not see the moment—
Amelia became the nightmare itself.
BOOM.
Maya fired.
A perfect shot.
A bullet that never misses.
And yet—
It never landed.
Maya's body froze.
The world around her blurred.
And suddenly—
She was no longer in the battlefield.
She was somewhere else.
Somewhere terrible.
The Nightmare That Never Ends
Maya stood in an endless void, stretching beyond anything she could comprehend.
She raised her hand to fire—but there was no gun.
She exhaled sharply.
Something was wrong.
Then—
A whisper.
"Die."
And suddenly—her head exploded.
Pain beyond reason.
And then—
She was whole again.
And then—
"Die."
Her body was torn apart, dissolved into nothing—
And then restored again.
Over.
And over.
And over.
Maya's breath hitched. "What…?"
"Die."
Another death.
Another.
Another.
Millions of times.
Maya fell to her knees, gasping, her eyes wild with horror.
She had lost control.
She was trapped.
And Amelia's voice whispered from the void.
"You thought you had the perfect shot?"
The shadows wrapped around Maya's mind, her soul, her will.
"You thought you were untouchable?"
The nightmare tightened—Maya's own voice screamed inside her skull.
"You thought you could kill me?"
The void shattered.
And Maya collapsed.
She did not move.
She did not speak.
She did not fight.
She simply breathed, eyes hollow, mind shattered.
Amelia stepped forward, the last traces of her divine glow fading as she turned away.
She had won.
And Maya—
Had been broken beyond repair.
The Lust That Devours All
The battlefield was silent.
Not because the war was over.
Not because the chaos had ended.
But because something far worse had begun.
Amelia stood at the center of it all, her body wreathed in dark violet flames, her new Eyes of Lust burning with abyssal gold and black.
The wound in her chest—gone.
The bullet that had been buried in her heart—erased from existence.
And Maya—
Maya was no longer a warrior.
She was no longer a person.
She was a thing trapped in a cycle of eternal suffering.
Her once-perfect mind—shattered.
Her once-unbreakable will—crushed.
She knelt on the cold battlefield, her eyes unfocused, her breath ragged, her entire being drenched in an infinite fear that could never be undone.
Because she had not just lost.
She had seen herself die.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Millions of times.
Her fingers twitched violently, as if trying to resist something unseen—something crawling inside her skull, something that whispered with her own voice, something that reminded her of every single way she had died.
A sharp gasp left her lips.
Then another.
Then another.
Her mouth opened—but no words came.
Because there was nothing left to say.
Amelia had erased the concept of victory from her mind.
The thought of fighting back no longer existed.
Maya, the unshakable sharpshooter—
The woman whose bullets never missed—
Had been reduced to nothing.
A God's Laughter
Amelia breathed in.
The power burned through her veins, deep and infinite, twisting through her soul like a living storm.
The third stage of the Eyes of Lust was beyond what she had imagined—beyond what she had even considered possible.
She had gained Absolute Recovery.
Wounds meant nothing to her now.
Pain meant nothing to her now.
Death was no longer real.
She had gained Emotional Energy Manipulation.
She could twist the hearts of mortals and gods alike, turn love into hatred, loyalty into despair, bravery into madness.
And most of all—
She had become the very embodiment of Nightmares.
She was no longer just someone who created them.
She was the nightmare.
A thing that existed beyond the mind, beyond sleep, beyond fear itself.
A being whose very presence could shatter souls.
And as the realization sank in—
As the battlefield trembled beneath her presence—
She laughed.
It started as a chuckle.
Then a soft giggle.
Then something much, much worse.
A sound that sent every remaining demon recoiling in terror, something that did not belong to a mortal throat, something wrong.
Her smile widened as she stepped forward.
Maya did not move.
Maya could not move.
Amelia leaned close, her breath warm against the abyssal warrior's trembling form.
"You thought you were safe," she whispered.
Maya shuddered.
"You thought you were the hunter."
Maya's fingers twitched violently.
Amelia's voice was a blade of velvet.
"But you were just another sheep."
Her Eyes of Lust gleamed.
And then—
She touched Maya's forehead.
And erased everything.
The Devouring of the Mind
A silent scream tore through Maya's soul.
The battlefield vanished.
The abyssal lands collapsed.
There was nothing now.
Only Amelia.
Only the Nightmare.
Maya's thoughts ceased to exist.
Her name.
Her past.
Her victories.
Her purpose.
Her abilities.
All of it—
Gone.
Her soul screamed—but no sound came.
Because there was nothing left to scream for.
Amelia's new power did not just torment.
It did not just destroy.
It devoured.
And Maya—
The deadliest sharpshooter in the Abyss Clan—
Became nothing more than a whisper in the dark.
A Queen Rises
Amelia pulled back, her fingers dripping with something unseen.
She stared at the empty shell of a woman before her.
A thing that had once been Maya.
Now nothing more than a hollow husk, a remnant of something that never truly existed.
Her smile widened.
She was stronger now.
She was something new.
And for the first time in her life—
She felt free.
Her gaze turned to the rest of the battlefield, where the remaining demons and abyssal warriors stood frozen in place, watching with horror as their strongest marksman had been erased.
They could feel it.
The shift in the air.
The presence of something greater.
The true bearer of Lust.
And in that moment—
They understood.
They had already lost.
Amelia exhaled, stretching lazily, her new power settling into place, her Eyes of Lust shimmering with an abyssal glow.
Then—
She turned to them.
And whispered—
"Run."
They did not hesitate.
They ran.
And Amelia laughed.
Because she was not done yet.
Not by a long shot.
The Demon Kings of Ephemeral
The battlefield was an unimaginable storm of destruction.
The sky was a shifting abyss of black and crimson, the land shattered beyond recognition. The air itself trembled with the sheer weight of divine and abyssal energy clashing.
Soldiers fought against demons, their blades cutting through the monstrous hordes. Magic spells exploded in rapid succession, the ground quaking with every strike.
And yet—
None of them could look away from the battle above them.
Amelia stood against Maya, her Eyes of Lust burning with abyssal gold and violet, her power twisting reality itself.
Maya, the legendary marksman of the Abyss Clan, had fired the perfect shot—
And it had failed.
The soldiers watched, frozen in awe, as Amelia—**the vessel of the Eyes of Lust—**turned the tide, erasing Maya's very will to fight, turning her into nothing more than a hollow shell.
The battle had been decided.
And the soldiers knew one thing for certain.
This was power on a level they had only ever seen once before.
The only one who had ever fought like this before…
Was Prince Liam.
The Whisper of Legends
A soldier named MJ stood at the front lines, his armor covered in demon blood, his grip tight on his spear.
His breath was heavy.
His body burned with exhaustion.
And yet—he could not look away.
Another soldier, standing beside him, nudged him with an elbow. "Keep your mouth closed before a demon shoves something in it."
MJ exhaled sharply. "Shut up, Kris. What the hell are we even watching?"
Kris, the more experienced of the two, smirked. "Something beyond us."
MJ nodded. "I mean… I knew the vessels of sin were strong, but—this? This is something else."
Kris shrugged. "That's what makes them monsters."
MJ's gaze flickered across the battlefield—his eyes landing on another figure.
A silver-haired elf, standing near the back lines.
She did not fight.
She did not move.
She simply watched.
MJ frowned. "Hey. Why is Aurelia here?"
Kris blinked. "Who?"
MJ motioned toward the elf. "Her. She works at the Adventurer's Guild. Why the hell is she in the middle of a battlefield?"
Kris's smirk disappeared.
For the first time, his face darkened.
He turned to MJ.
"…You don't know, do you?"
MJ raised an eyebrow. "Know what?"
Kris exhaled, shaking his head. "Figures. You rookies never pay attention."
MJ narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"
Kris glanced at Aurelia again, his voice lowering.
"Do you know why some people are classified as Demon King Level?"
MJ's expression turned serious. "Yeah. Because they have the power to destroy a whole country by themselves."
Kris nodded. "Exactly."
Then, his gaze flickered back toward the battle.
"In our kingdom, there are only four."
MJ listened closely.
Kris lifted a finger.
"First—King Bill."
MJ nodded. Of course. That was obvious. The King of Ephemeral wasn't just a ruler—he was a god among men.
Kris lifted a second finger.
"Second—Prince Liam."
Another obvious choice.
Everyone knew Liam was the strongest warrior in the kingdom.
Kris lifted a third finger.
"Third—Princess Athena."
MJ blinked.
"…Wait, the princess?"
Kris chuckled. "Yeah. You wouldn't think it just looking at her, huh? But her ability—Absolute Superpower Creation—means she could make herself unstoppable if she wanted to."
MJ exhaled. "Okay. That makes sense."
Then—
Kris lifted a fourth finger.
"And the last one…"
His voice lowered.
"The last one is Aurelia."
MJ's breath caught.
"…What?"
Kris turned to him, his eyes gleaming under the dim battlefield light.
"Aurelia is Demon King Level."
MJ's body froze.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"…Why?"
Kris's lips curled into a grin.
And then—he said one name.
"Chaos Manipulation."
The Power of Chaos
MJ's blood ran cold.
Chaos Manipulation.
The ability to reconstruct probability itself.
The ability to remake reality into pure disorder.
The ability to rewrite the very fabric of existence.
At its fullest potential—
Aurelia could erase entire multiverses on a whim.
She could make the world forget it had ever existed.
She could unleash absolute destruction upon the cosmos, reducing all things to anarchy.
And yet—
She was just standing there.
Watching.
Waiting.
MJ swallowed. "If she's that powerful, why isn't she fighting?"
Kris's smirk faded.
"Because there's a catch."
MJ turned toward him. "What do you mean?"
Kris exhaled.