Transcending Realms With My Leveling System As A Demon-Chapter 112: The Final Act Continued...

Zylus averted his gaze, turning his body in the opposite direction. He didn’t notice it, but Zylus was right by the colosseum’s cracked walls, where he earlier plummeted Patricia’s back against, yet she remained present.

Patricia kept her steady breath, trying to move logically in correlation with her current lifeless state, so no further damage would accumulate. Though the blood slowly gushing out of her skin was gonna be the end of her either way, so calling out to Zylus was Patricia’s last attempt at retaliation, to earn the last laugh.

"Die in hell," blood forcefully came out from Patricia’s mouth, as she stared directly into Zylus’s piercing gaze, her eyes blinking from time to time, as the moonlit star’s light shone above them.

Her back remained against the rigid stone walls, as Zylus crouched down, so both he and Patricia could be on equal level.

"I’ve heard that plenty of times before," Zylus whispered into her ear, "Hearing it again makes no difference."

Zylus’s katana remained by his side, holding it with only his right palm.

More blood came out of Patricia’s mouth, "Kill me." She demanded, ichor coming out from her lips right after.

Zylus leaned in closer towards her, "No can do," he declined Patricia’s wish, "I’m not going to do so until you find me a path out of here, and then, I’ll let you live."

Patricia managed the force to aim her head high, above Zylus, into the beautiful night sky, while laughing.

"I would rather get tortured in hell than let a man such as yourself show a woman like me remorse. I would rather kill myself."

She then moved her arms, just barely, but enough to pick up a stone from the floor. She aimed it up into the sky. Zylus simply watched; he didn’t interfere. Zylus was confident enough to find out another path to getting out of here, either way, with or without her assistance.

She looked at Zylus, red liquids still pouring out from her gut, "Die in hell," Patricia grinned, "You mother fucker."

Smash!

Patricia mustered enough force and courage throughout her bones in her arms to stab herself with the sharp rock, right where her heart was located.

Zylus looked at her, then wondered what he actually did to Patricia to make her that mad at him. He didn’t know if it was because he killed Victor, but that was the only reason Zylus thought of. Of course, aside from the fact he touched her breast, by accident... in a way.

Zylus looked at her dead body, her back lay against the stone wall, the moonlit sky remained above, nothing changed, but everything seemed quieter just as it had been before.

As he began stepping back towards the center, things started to feel shaky around him. It felt as though the night was washing away, his eyes began blinking in constant motion, his legs felt shaky, enough to falter at any moment, Zylus couldn’t speak, he spat out, his entire body just felt...

Weak.

He closed his eyes, and darkness encompassed his vision once more; not only that, but it blanked his thought process, too. He tried opening them, but he couldn’t; then, something started to resurface in his mind.

A throne. The same individual who removed Zylus’s emotion to gain another life was sitting on this same throne. But more than that, this throne felt awkwardly familiar, as if he belonged there.

He was still in his unconscious mind, but it all felt real. Darkness emptied him, but there was one light at the end of the tunnel, and that was the throne.

As he began approaching it, the chair felt to stray away further and further. To Zylus, it felt so close, yet so far.

"Where-"

[System Closing...]

[Demon System Has Been Successfully Turned Off!]

[Until Next Time!] 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Open. Zylus’s eyes widened as the same rich Demons walked side by side, individuals eyeing him. Shops remained scattered on the edges of a shopping district, or a shopping district was what Zylus assumed he was in.

Zylus pushed his arms away; his eyes felt painful, it felt as though he didn’t want to look at any light.

"Zylus?" A woman’s voice came from behind, as she looked towards him awkwardly, "What’s wrong, Zylus?"

Zylus waved his arm aggressively, "I said!" Then, he looked in her direction.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Her voice left an unwanted feeling in Zylus’s gut as he looked directly into her eyes. It was Emilia, but now, she was on the floor. Her once clean dress was dirtied by the dust it collected from dropping there.

Zylus paused; his eyes had pink veins on the sides. His skin and face didn’t have those same aspects they once did while Zylus used his transcendent Sovereign form, and the Demonic Kin mode as well. They were gone, and his appearance was as normal as the noble-looking individuals who circled him and Emilia.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?" Tears dropped from her eyes onto the marble floor, gasps filled the air from the crowd around them, as Emilia picked herself up from the floor.

She looked down at her noble attire, which was a gift sent by her uncle, just before him getting imprisoned, and at this point, Emilia strongly believed he was dead after what occurred in the colosseum between Mordain Avaris, the fifth rank, and Zylus.

She didn’t know it was Zylus, nor was she aware of Mordain being involved. But all Emilia knew was the fact that they now closed down that colosseum, and along with those same fans, the fighters disappeared with them.

Her eyes shook as she began walking away, "I’m sorry that I ever stepped into your life!"

Water fell across her path the more she stepped away from Zylus. A couple of individuals followed her from behind, probably to comfort what had just occurred.

It felt as though everyone from the shopping district began circling them. The noise only grew, but to Zylus, it felt distant.

His breaths became abnormal, and he couldn’t believe what he had done. He looked around, as cameras flashed at his look, where his eyes gleamed across, while Zylus himself felt broken.