Chapter 139: Louis VS Cardoon Veynar [2]

“T-That’s…! Kael’thas’ Spirits!” Veynar gasped. “They’re different though—Ugh…!” Veynar then understood the truth. As much as Malevolent Plotter allowed him to weave fate, peer through possibilities, and manipulate low-level causality to make them real, he had never foreseen this.

Louis had not only slain Kael’thas but had stolen his Spirit Orb and somehow fused it with Gungnir—an utterly nonsensical feat. No Soul Gear should be capable of becoming a Spirit Master itself.

Veynar stared in horror at the spirits. They were indeed those of his fellow commander.

A serpent forged golden chains of holy light: the Umbra Serpent had become the Celestial Serpent.

A phoenix wreathed in Nirvana Flames: the Ashen Phoenix had become the Heaven Phoenix.

A living armor of white salt: the Oblivion Warden had become the Salt Warden.

Their powers surged, growing even stronger as Louis’ Spiritual and Fantasium Energies coursed through them.

“Begone!”

All three spirits attacked Veynar. The Celestial Serpent hissed and transformed into golden chains that bound his arms and legs. The Heaven Phoenix burned through his body, targeting the darkness he wielded. The Salt Warden swung its massive white sword, striking his armor repeatedly and spreading cracks across it.

Desperately, Veynar summoned his own Spirits to push them back. The giant Iron Jackal gnawed and tore at the Celestial Serpent’s spiritual form. The Blood Lotus bloomed beautifully over the Salt Warden, weakening it. The Storm Leviathan—a colossal sea serpent wreathed in lightning—coiled around the Heaven Phoenix, strangling it.

This was exactly what Louis had wanted: to force Veynar to summon his Spirits and distract them by pitting them against his own. While the Spirits clashed like wild beasts, Louis swung his fists downward, aiming to crush Veynar.

However.

“Hm?!”

Louis’ punches met a wall of darkness that enveloped Veynar completely, twisting his movements so every strike missed. His eyes widened as he looked at the bleeding man, whose wounds were slowly regenerating.

“It’s time, Prince Louis.”

“…!”

Louis saw countless black chains erupt from Veynar’s wounded Fantasy Heart, beginning to manipulate his fate. Darkness closed in around him. Yet Louis refused to stop. He fought with everything he had—crushing, striking, and when physical attacks failed, unleashing his Psychic Power. A dragon’s roar echoed as gigantic jaws snapped toward Veynar, but they all missed.

“What the…?!”

Veynar laughed at Louis’ reaction. He swung his black sword, slashing across Louis’ chest before slamming a fist into his face. Louis crashed into the ground amid flying rubble.

BOOOM!

“Louis!”

Mirai, Tisha, Pekorine, and the others rushed toward him, only to be stopped by a strange barrier that twisted space around Louis and Veynar.

“Stay away from his Narrative Field! Don’t enter or he’ll take control of your fate!”

“W-What?”

They were confused. None of them truly understood the power of a Malevolent Plotter Spiralwalker—one of the most dangerous beings once their Spiral was fully active.

Louis slowly rose to face Veynar, who was regenerating his wounds with a vicious smile. Veynar laughed as he conjured dozens of black swords using his Incarnation fused with Spirit Magic. “Well, it’s about time the Final Act begins! You failed to kill me within the time limit. Now Fate is on my side, Prince Louis!”

“Louis! What’s happening?!” Niflheim asked through his Fantasy Heart as Louis swung his fists, sword, spear, and newly awakened Psychic Power to deflect the rain of black swords. Yet he kept failing—several blades impaled his body. “Louis!”

“He’s a Malevolent Plotter Spiralwalker, under the Fate-Weaving Spider Mother’s Dominion,” Louis explained, words Niflheim barely understood.

And he would have known even less without William’s knowledge. In the Sinners Academy game, every Spiral fell under the Dominion of a powerful “Seat of Oblivion” governing the Fantasium Dimension as Tier 0s—the owners of these Spirals. To become a Tier 0, a Spiralwalker had to defeat and absorb their Authority.

The Abyssal Mother and Nine Suns had wrested their Dominions from the original creators—the gods who forged the Spirals. This was why Tier 0s were so rare: one had to literally devour the god who made them, the strongest Grievances in lore.

Spirals under the Fate-Weaving Spider Mother’s Dominion could influence fate, causality, and chance. Malevolent Plotter was the most infamous because so many villains wielded it.

Its terrifying ability—manifested in-game as automatic commands forced on playable units—was Malevolent Play.

The Malevolent Plotter wove a “Play” by selecting targets, usually requiring something belonging to them. Once set, small acts accumulated causality until the Play formed. When the Final Act began, victory was nearly guaranteed—the targets were forced by manipulated Fate and Causality toward the destined End.

That End was the one Louis had seen: his heart pierced by a black sword, his life ending there.

And now it was happening.

“LOUIS!!!”

Mirai screamed in horror as Louis smiled through blood. A black sword pierced his heart; dozens of smaller ones impaled the rest of his body. He collapsed, bleeding out, barely clinging to life.

“NOOO!”

Mirai tried to rush into the Narrative Field, but Tisha and Pekorine held her back. Louis looked at her…and winked.

“Eh?”

Why would he wink while dying, bleeding everywhere, impaled by dozens of black swords?

Somehow, the absurd gesture calmed her. She had never imagined Louis—stoic, serious Louis—doing something so unexpectedly human.

“Well, well, it’s the End, isn’t it?”

Veynar approached, arms spread. He grasped the black sword in Louis’ heart and slowly pulled it free.

Black blood poured from the wound. Louis’ body convulsed. His eyes slowly closed.

“It’s the end, huh?”

Veynar knelt, seized Louis’ heart, and began tearing it from his chest.

By all accounts, Louis was dead. His Fantasy Heart was about to be devoured.

“Hahah… Let’s see how a dragon’s heart tastes, shall we, Dark Knight?” Veynar laughed, ignoring Mirai and the others. He sat atop the rubble, gazing at the sky with calm satisfaction.

Everything had always gone his way. Since childhood, Veynar had plotted his entire life—even his own assassination. Countless opponents had met their end. Those who didn’t were added to his Malevolent Play and reached the End he envisioned.

However, in the last moment.

A silhouette rose behind him.

“The Play’s over.”

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