Chapter 527 Beelzebub and the Rite of Reality Twisting
The sky above the ruins of Narthrador remains gray, but it is not silent. There is something moving outside of time—not footsteps, not sounds, but a regret that refuses to die.
Among the remnants of crumbled walls and scattered debris, a dark aura envelops every corner of the place, creating a chilling atmosphere. The space around Beelzebub appears distorted, like a shadow trembling above still water. Her shadow interacts with the dim light, depicting a battle between what is lost and what remains, creating a silent rhythm that disturbs her existence, hinting at a deeply painful story.
And in the gaps of space that should have been buried...
Beelzebub opens her eyes.
She does not rise from the ground. She is not reborn. She emerges from the remnants of a reality that has been left behind.
Around her, dust swirls in the dim light, dancing in a movement against time, as if reflecting the buried stories and endless sorrow. Beelzebub's heart is filled with fear of the approaching darkness, highlighting the bitter reality that there is no clear path forward, as if facing directly with a painful fate.
Because part of her... never wanted to end up like this.
Her body is transparent in some parts, as if recreated from an incomplete reflection. The flesh and bone wings remain on one side—the other has turned into a reflective sheen like glass that holds alternative worlds. Within this refraction, every movement implies missed choices, trapping her in a mirror of the heart filled with forms of herself that once existed but have now vanished.
On her forehead now lies a broken glyph that keeps changing shape:
"Why do I exist?"
Before her, there is not physical space, but the Reflected Reality Space—a mirror dimension that holds all the versions of reality not chosen by the system. Each reflection is a painful reminder of what should have been and what will never happen, reminding Beelzebub of the burden of her complex identity and the choices that led her to her current condition. And in the midst of that space, Beelzebub stands alone.