Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 144

Chapter 39

The man dropped the mystic act and glared. There are no innocent rookies here, save for that poor soul who died in the

fog outside.”

My jaw dropped as the pieces clicked into place.

The veteran players were the obvious threats, like Caleb and the muscle-bound goons.

But the “rookies” were a shadow team-elite assassins playing the victim to catch me off guard.

The top guilds had spared no expense to ensure I died here.

This time. I didn’t wait for Julian or Meg. I stepped forward and gutted the three assassins before they could even draw

their weapons.

Mercy was a luxury I couldn’t afford.

A portal of blinding white light materialized at the stairwell. It was the exit, the proof of my victory.

The system voice began to urge me on.

[Initial players: 16. Surviving players: 1.]

[The Nine-Tiered Spire’ is collapsing. Evacuate immediately or be trapped in the void.]

The man scoffed and waved a hand. A shockwave rippled through the air, and the tower began to quake violently.

He cut the live feed instantly, silencing the viewers watching from safety.

A sharp pain shot through my temples.

Suddenly, my mind expanded. I could feel every stone and timber of the Spire as if it were my own body.

The Spire is yours now, Alice. The monsters are safe here, and you may return whenever you like.”

They are no longer NPCs bound to a script-they are free souls. Accept this, as it is my final gift to you.”

“When you finally escape this purgatory game, you can help them cross over.”

“What about you?” I asked, my voice trembling.

The man stroked his beard and let out a hearty laugh.

“Me? I was never truly alive. I am merely the lingering spirit.”

“You don’t need to remember me.”

Chapter 39

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