Chapter 231 – Forgotten by Reality
The explosion that erupted after Sari detonated her soul was maddening. In a single instant, the entire Brothel of the Damned was razed to the ground.
Everything was destroyed.
Every being below SSS rank inside that place was vaporized instantly.
Only a few select SSS ranks and above managed to survive.
But unfortunately—or maybe fortunately—Bari wasn’t among them.
Even with her Mythic rank, she died or more precisely she was about to. Because Sari had prepared. She had prepared well.
The Shadow Realm was vast. Dangerously vast. It was chaotic, twisted, and filled with all kinds of creatures and treasures. And in a world like this, finding a potion capable of neutralizing shadow mana for a short time wasn’t difficult if you were determined.
And Sari had been determined.
She hadn’t even tried to obtain the full potion, she just wanted a key component of it. And after that she used her own ingenuity, her hatred, her obsession, and turned that piece into a subtle scent, nearly undetectable by anyone. Then she wore it.
Yes, it also suppressed her own shadow mana. But that didn’t matter.
She wasn’t going to use shadow mana anyway.
She was going to explode her soul. Literally. Without hesitation. Without remorse.
And this act of her...surprised greatly Bari.
It had been so sudden, so out of place, that Bari had been caught completely off-guard. She didn’t die instantly, but she was already teetering on the edge. Just one more step and she was done.
Sari too hadn’t died immediately—thanks to the talent Noah had given her. One that instinctively protected her soul. But it wouldn’t be enough for long.
Still, before she vanished from existence, there was something she needed to do.
She had to make sure Bari died first.
Even if it was out of spite.
Especially because it was out of spite.
Sari took a step forward—slow, heavy, painful. Her body was obliterated. No flesh remained. Only bones... cracking, disintegrating. Her chest was torn open, her barely beating heart clearly visible.
The pain she was feeling was so much that she was numb to it.
Her face was gone. Disfigured beyond recognition. Right now, she didn’t look like a woman. She looked like a vengeful demoness from the deepest pit of hell.
She stumbled. Fell forward and landed on Bari—who was still barely clinging to life, her mind short-circuited from the shock.
"W...why?" Bari managed to ask, her mouth half-destroyed.
She didn’t understand. Didn’t get what she’d done to deserve this.
To her, taking women...forcing herself on them...wasn’t rape. It was liberation.
Liberation from men.
Because men were trash, she’d always said. Women belonged with women.
It was a twisted thought.
Maybe that’s a belief. Maybe that’s a preference.
And fair enough.
But why force it?
Why force yourself on someone?
Why impose your pain, your disgust, your vision onto others?
Why?
And that same question—Sari asked it too.
"Why...?" she whispered, echoing Bari’s own confusion.
Two people. Both confused. Both unable to understand the other.
But it was far too late for understanding now.
Sari summoned the last ounce of strength she had left and reached forward—toward Bari’s still-beating heart.
She didn’t have the strength to crush it.
So instead...
She tore the already fragile heart free.
And ate it.
Yes.
Sari ate the divine heart of the Mythic rank being who violated her.
And by doing that...
She killed her.
Fully. Finally.
At once, a rush of contentment—of pure, unfiltered freedom—washed over her.
And in that moment, her soul, barely held together by Noah’s gift, began to crack. To unravel.
She was about to die.
And for good as no one can revive something that didn’t even left behind a soul.
But—
The ones who bore witness to everything under Heaven and Earth... are never late.
They are always on time.
A profound, thunderous chime rang out in her mind, and time itself stopped.
The Records spoke.
{Sari. As a SS rank being, you have slain a Mythic rank.}
{You did it with courage. With rage. With resolve. With pure, naked hatred.}
{You didn’t just kill her. You devoured her divine heart.}
{A feat so rare... it echoes across time.}
{You...you are worthy.}
{Title Obtained: The One Forgotten by Reality.}
{Your talent has evolved due to your title: Forgotten (EX – Unique).
{You have obtained a new Physique: Shadow of Oublie.}
{You have absorbed the power of Bari Lame, the Shadow of Vision.}
{You have obtained the talent: Heavenly Shadow’s Eyes ( Ex - Unique).}
{Your soul has ascended.}
{Your name is etched in the Records. We acknowledge you.}
{Choose your Domain. Choose your Authority. And step into the Supreme.}
A pause.
Then one final message:
{Congratulations, Sari. Mother-in-law of the Records’ Favorite.}
And with that—
The Record fell silent.
But time had not resumed.
Her body, or what was left of it, disintegrated into dust. Her soul, now weightless shadowy dust, gathered slowly into one place.
Then began the rebirth.
Flesh, blood, bone, muscle—created anew.
A body formed, floating midair. Elegant, tall, divine. It resembled her old self, but with a single crucial difference:
Her hair and eyes.
They were longer black and red.
They were now transparent.
A shifting veil between existence and nonexistence
A soul that could not be seen. A presence forgotten by the very fabric of reality itself.
She had become invisible.
Unless she willed to be seen... she couldn’t be found.
Not by any living being.
Not by any eye beneath the heavens.
Except... those who were truly far beyond her.
She was now something else.
The perfect spy.
A force birthed in pain. Shaped by hatred. And molded by vengeance.
The transformation ended. A new Sari stood silently in the ruins of the brothel.
And before she could even breathe—
’Dear mother-in-law, time to see your handsome son-in-law.’
A voice echoed in her mind.
She smiled.
A beautiful, terrifying smile.
"...It’s indeed time."
Time to go back home.
And so...
She vanished.
Returning to Laeh.
—End of Chapter 231—