The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 297: Outskirts of Ebonfall, Nightfall

Samuel's POV

Two hours had passed since Nelo Angelo's final breath echoed across the throne bridge. The air still stank of burnt steel and blood, but I needed rest.

My mana was half gone. My muscles still throbbed from that last clash. Even my Abyss Gauntlets hummed with residual heat, whispering for silence.

The dark forests surrounding Ebonfall were dead quiet—no crows, no wind. Just me... and the whisper of distant ruins ahead.

A broken tower. Abandoned. Moss crawling up its bones. Cracked stone steps led inside. Shelter. Not a home, but it would do.

I leaned against the cold wall, the cloak sliding off my shoulders as I exhaled.

And then... her face surfaced.

Bitch Bardot.

That twisted smile.

Those lying eyes.

Her voice—fake as glass. "I love you, Samuel... you're my world."

My fist clenched.

I chuckled darkly, shaking my head. "You're probably screaming in some pit right now, huh?"

I could almost see it—her soul writhing in some infernal corner of Hell, surrounded by the very demons she used to sleep with behind my back.

"Fitting." I whispered, smirking. "You stabbed old Samuel once... now you get stabbed for eternity."

My eyes drifted to the flickering fire I'd kindled in the broken hearth. Shadows danced across the room.

Bardot was gone.

Roselle... still distant.

And me?

I was just getting started.

"Let the world burn," I muttered, leaning back, staring at the roofless sky. "As long as I rise through the ashes."

Tomorrow, I'd hunt again.

But tonight, Samuel Gebb—the Harbinger of Destruction—would rest.

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The fire crackled softly in the ruin's hearth, shadows curling like whispering ghosts across the mossy stone. I sat back, Gauntlets resting on the floor beside me, the steel still faintly pulsing with residual abyssal heat.

Then — ding — the familiar flicker of blue light caught my eye.

[Quest Log Updated]

Remaining Quests:

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Quest Two: Challenge the Queen's Right Wing in Combat

Description: She is the Shield of the Queen, the first and last gate before the throne. Defeat her in battle to prove your worth.

Location: Skyreach Bastion — Eastern Peaks of Oblivion

Reward: Access to Queen's Court and 5,000,000 EXP

Status: Pending

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Quest Three: Audience with Roselle, Empress of Darkness

Description: After proving yourself by defeating Nelo Angelo and the Queen's Right Wing, join Roselle.

Location: Obsidian Keep, Edge of Reality

Reward: ???

Status: Locked

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Quest Four: Join Roselle in Her Journey to the Queen

Description: If you choose to walk with her, prepare to witness war, betrayal, and truths that could fracture Oblivion.

Location: Unlocks after Quest Three

Reward: Choice of Power or Truth

Status: Locked

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I stared at the glowing text in the air, fingers tapping on the cold stone beside me.

"So... the Queen's Right Wing next."

I stood, rolling my shoulders as strength returned to my limbs.

"Skyreach Bastion, huh? Must be fun up there in the clouds."

But it wasn't the challenge that made my blood stir—it was Roselle. The idea that she was here, in this world, doing her dark dealings again... that woman always played long games. Dangerous ones. On the battlefield or in bed, she never missed.

"Still dancing between chaos and seduction... just like old times." I smirked.

One quest at a time.

First, I'd shatter the Right Wing.

Then... I'd see just how much Roselle remembered me. Or feared me.

"Let's see who kneels this time."

I closed the log and stood, stepping back into the night.

The Bastion awaits.

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I stood at the edge of the ruined tower, the wind from the Void howling like ancient wolves. Ebonfall lay quiet behind me, its dead lights flickering across broken battlements. The sky was strange here—crimson streaks torn through dark violet clouds, stars glimmering like cursed gems.

And still... even in this alien silence, my mind wandered.

Roselle.

What in the nine hells was she doing in Oblivion? This wasn't her domain—not like the Human World. Not like the Murim realms either. And definitely not like the quiet little university where it all started.

Three lives.

Three timelines.

One chaotic woman.

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First Life – The Academic Queen

She was Roselle Vasilyev, prodigy and perfectionist. Top of every class, gold medals on her shelf, a smile sharper than glass.

I was the kid in the back row—torn hoodie, hangover breath, always five seconds from suspension.

And still, she noticed me.

Late-night debates. Accidental touches. A library confession whispered between ancient books.

She never admitted it. But I saw it.

And I ruined it.

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Second Life – The Murim World

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We crossed swords by moonlight. And then tore off clothes before sunrise.

It was never love.

It was obsession. War. Need.

She wanted to kill me.

She wanted to own me.

Sometimes, I let her.

Sometimes, I almost did the same.

But neither of us surrendered.

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This Life – The Abyssal Path

Now... she's the Goddess of Darkness, or something close. Ruling in shadows. Pulling strings in the deepest cracks of this twisted world.

And me?

I'm just Samuel Gebb—the Harbinger of Destruction. Stronger than ever. Colder than ever.

But when I heard her name pop up in this world?

I felt the same damn fire crawl under my skin.

Even if I pretended otherwise.

I looked up at the sky again, tightening the gauntlet around my wrist.

"You always show up when things are about to burn, Roselle."

"And I always wonder..."

"...will this be the life where one of us finally kills the other?"

I chuckled. Low. Bitter. Fond.

Or maybe... one more round, like we always do.

Until everything burns again.