Episode-950
Chapter : 1899
Lloyd looked at her. He understood the risk. He was talking about wiring his own soul into a machine of war. A malfunction wouldn't just break the machine; it could lobotomize him.
"That’s the price of power," Lloyd said.
"It is," she agreed. "But it’s the only way to match the reaction speeds of the Fire Fly agents. Their cybernetics are wired directly into their brains. They think, and they kill. If you want to beat them, you have to be just as integrated. You have to risk your soul to save your body."
Lloyd imagined it. He imagined standing inside the dark cockpit of the Aegis. He imagined the feeling of the cold steel becoming his skin. He imagined looking through the sensors and seeing the world not as a screen, but as his own eyes.
It was the ultimate evolution of the project they had started in that rainy basement in Seoul so many years ago. Back then, they were trying to help soldiers carry heavy loads. Now, they were trying to turn a man into a god.
"I can do it," Lloyd said. "I have the materials. I have the Golem Heart. I have the Lilith Stones for the memory banks. And now, thanks to you, I have the nervous system."
He turned to Eun-ha. "This... this is the weapon that wins the war."
"It’s the weapon that gives you a fighting chance," Eun-ha corrected. "The Fire Fly Corporation has mechs, Evan. Big ones. Orbital drop units. They have shields that dissolve magic. They have railguns that shoot through mountains."
She touched the hologram, highlighting the armor plating.
"But they rely on physics. They rely on their sensors reading thermal signatures and mana density. This suit?" She tapped the glowing core of the Aegis. "To their sensors, this won't look like a machine. It will read like a giant, angry human. It will confuse their targeting algorithms. It will hesitate their AI."
"And in that hesitation," Lloyd said, a cold grin spreading across his face, "I kill them."
"Exactly."
Lloyd deactivated the hologram. The blue light faded, returning the room to its moody darkness. He felt exhausted, but his mind was clearer than it had been in years. The anxiety that had plagued him—the feeling that he was always one step behind, always outgunned—was gone.
He finally had the blueprint.
"You gave me everything," Lloyd said softly. "You stayed here, in this darkness, refining this theory, just so I would have it when I needed it."
"I told you," Eun-ha said, her expression tender. "I'm the optimizer. I make sure the system works. You are the operator, Evan. You are the one who has to pull the trigger."
Lloyd looked at his hands—human hands, capable of magic and steel.
"I'm going to build a monster," Lloyd whispered. "A monster that fights for us."
"Good," Eun-ha said. "Because you are going to need a monster."
She gestured to the dark world outside the crystal windows.
"We have the weapon now, Major General," she said, her voice shifting back to business. "Now we need to talk about the targets. You’ve been busy in the North, but the politics of the Abyss are... complicated."
Lloyd straightened up. The engineer retreated, and the soldier stepped forward.
"Brief me," Lloyd said. "Who are we fighting? And who are our allies?"
Eun-ha smiled, sharp and dangerous. "Sit down, Evan. Let me tell you about the Civil War of Hell."
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The glowing blue light from Ben’s new soul-circuitry faded, leaving the vast crystal hall in a moody, comfortable semi-darkness. Lloyd rubbed his temples. He was exhausted, but his mind was racing. He had his wife back, he had his best soldier upgraded, and he had a base of operations in the middle of Hell.
But now, the engineer had to step back, and the Major General had to step forward. It was time to talk strategy.
"Okay," Lloyd said, breaking the silence. He walked over to a large, flat table made of black obsidian in the center of the room. "The reunion is over. The upgrades are done. Now I need to know the lay of the land. We just killed a traitor, Rubel, and we pissed off two Devil Princes, Beelzebub and Mammon. In my experience, guys like that don't just let things go."
Eun-ha—Leviathan—glided over to the table. She didn't walk; she seemed to flow across the floor like dark water. She waved her hand over the table.
Chapter : 1900
"You are right, Evan," she said, her voice shifting from the warm tone of a wife to the cool, crisp tone of a CEO. "They won't let it go. But they also can't just march an army here to kill us. Not yet."
Magic flared on the surface of the obsidian table. It wasn't a messy explosion of sparkles; it was a precise, three-dimensional map made of light. It showed a massive, twisted continent floating in a void. It was the Abyss.
Lloyd leaned in, his eyes scanning the terrain. It looked like a broken world. There were mountains made of bone, rivers of fire, and vast, empty plains of grey dust. But what caught his eye were the borders. The map was divided into different colored zones, like a geopolitical map on Earth.
"This is the reality of the Devil Region," Eun-ha explained. She pointed a long, black-clawed finger at the map. "Humanity thinks the Abyss is just a chaotic pit where monsters scream and run around aimlessly. They think it’s a mosh pit of evil."
Ben scoffed from the corner, checking the calibration on his metal wrist. "That’s what it looked like when we came in. Just a lot of noise and ugly things trying to eat us."
"That is the surface," Eun-ha corrected him. "That is the wildlands. But the true power structure is much more organized. And much more dangerous."
She tapped the map. Three large territories lit up in a soft, calm blue. One was her own territory, the Envy State. The other two were labeled "Wrath" and "Lust."
"We are in a Civil War, Evan," she said grimly. "It’s a cold war, mostly, but it’s turning hot. The Seven Princes are not a happy family. We are split right down the middle."
Lloyd studied the blue territories. "Two factions?"
"Two ideologies," she said. "The blue areas represent the Satan Faction. That includes me, Satan—the Prince of Wrath—and Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust."
"Satan," Lloyd repeated. "The big guy. The King of Hell. I assume he’s the leader?"
"In name, yes," Eun-ha said. "But Satan... he’s tired. You have to understand, the 'Pure' devils, the traditionalists, they have been fighting for thousands of years. They follow the old laws of the Abyss. Might makes right. Survival of the fittest. But they also have a code. They don't care about the human world. They just want to rule their own domain."
"Isolationists," Lloyd noted. "They just want to be left alone."
"Exactly," Eun-ha said. "Satan spends most of his time sleeping on a throne made of dragon bones. Asmodeus is too busy with his own hedonistic games to care about conquest. And me? I’m the logistical manager trying to keep their territories from falling apart. We represent the Old Guard. We are powerful, yes. But we are stagnant."
Ben walked over to the table, looking down at the map with a sneer. "So, you're the 'good' guys? Relatively speaking?"
"We are the 'stable' guys," Eun-ha corrected. "We don't want to destroy Riverio. We don't want to wipe out humanity. Honestly, it’s too much paperwork. We just want to maintain the balance."
She waved her hand again, and the other half of the map lit up. This time, the light was a harsh, angry red. It covered more than half the continent.
"And then," she said, her voice dropping an octave, "there is the Lucifer Faction."
The red territories were massive. They swallowed up the lands of Pride, Greed, Gluttony, and until recently, Sloth.
"Lucifer," Lloyd said, the name tasting like ash in his mouth. "The one who attacked my home. The one who killed Jasmin."
"The Prince of Pride," Eun-ha confirmed. "He is the leader of the opposition. Along with Mammon, the Prince of Greed, and Beelzebub, the Prince of Gluttony. And until you cured her, Monalisa—Belphagor, the Prince of Sloth—was technically neutral, but falling under their influence just because she was too sick to fight back."
"What do they want?" Lloyd asked, though he already suspected the answer.
"They want everything," Eun-ha said. "They have abandoned the old ways. They don't want to just rule the Abyss. They want to expand. They want to conquer the human realm, not just to raid it, but to colonize it. They want to turn your world into a farm for souls and mana."
Lloyd looked at the red spreading across the map. It looked like an infection.