Episode-1028
Chapter : 2055
"She is... preserved," Satan corrected. "The system could not process her deletion, so it filed her away. It put her in storage. She is not in heaven, human. And she is not in hell."
The Titan raised a finger, pointing toward the swirling gray mist inside the massive gate.
"She is in the Archive," Satan said. "The Library of the Lost."
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"The Library of the Lost," Lloyd repeated. The name sounded cold and dusty. It sounded like a place where things were put on a shelf and forgotten forever.
"It is a space between spaces," Satan explained, his voice vibrating through the floor. "When the universe makes a mistake... when a soul is too stubborn to die but too broken to live... it goes there. It is a collection of anomalies. Glitches in the design of death."
Lloyd looked at the swirling gray mist of the gate. Somewhere in that storm of souls and magic, Jasmin was waiting. She wasn't dead. She was just misplaced. She was a file that had been moved to the wrong folder.
"How do I get her out?" Lloyd asked. "Do I go in there? Do I have to fight something?"
He was ready to fight. He would fight an army of ghosts if he had to. He would tear the library apart brick by brick.
"No," Satan said. "Force is useless there. You cannot punch a concept. You cannot shoot a memory. To retrieve something from the Archive, you must use the protocol you asked for. The Anubis Protocol."
The Titan shifted slightly. The rock of his shoulders ground together.
"Anubis was a clever man," Satan said. "He understood that the Archive is a system of balance. It is a vault. It does not like empty spaces on its shelves. If you take a book out... you must put a book back in."
Lloyd frowned. "A trade. Another soul?"
"Not just any soul," Satan said. "The Archive organizes by weight. By value. Jasmin’s soul is heavy. It is weighted with the density of her loyalty and the power of the Diamond Queen. You cannot swap her for a common goblin or a stray spirit. The scales would not balance."
Lloyd thought about the Fruit of Gluttony he had just given. "I gave you a Prince. Is that not enough?"
"That was payment for the audience," Satan said dismissively. "That was the fee to speak to me. The trade for the girl... that is between you and the Archive. I am just the doorman."
Lloyd clenched his fists. "Fine. What does the Archive want? I have enemies. I can bring you the soul of a King. I can bring you the soul of a Fire Fly commander."
"The Archive does not want your enemies," Satan rumbled. "It does not want hate. Jasmin’s soul is made of loyalty and sacrifice. To balance the scale, you must offer something of equal value. Something that belongs to you."
The burning eyes of the Titan bore into Lloyd.
"The Anubis Protocol is simple," Satan said. "To retrieve a part of your life that was lost... you must give up a part of your life that remains."
Lloyd went still. He understood. This wasn't about killing someone else. This was about surgery.
"A piece of me," Lloyd whispered.
"A specific piece," Satan confirmed. "The Archive requires a 'Sovereign's Spark.' It needs a fragment of your potential. A slice of your own Void."
Eun-ha stepped forward, her face pale. "No," she said, her voice sharp. "Lloyd, you can't. Do you know what that means?"
Lloyd looked at her. "Tell me."
"It’s your ceiling," Eun-ha said rapidly, her composure cracking. "Your Spirit Core and your Void power... they have a limit. A maximum potential. If you cut out a 'Spark'... you are lowering that ceiling permanently."
She turned to the Titan, her eyes flashing with anger. "You are asking him to cripple himself! If he gives up a Spark, he might never reach the Sovereign stage again. He will hit a wall he can never break. In a war against the Fire Fly Corporation, that is suicide!"
"It is the price," Satan said, unmoved. "The girl’s soul is rare. It is a masterpiece of devotion. To buy a masterpiece, you must pay with gold, not copper. Your potential, Lloyd Ferrum... that is the only gold you have that the Archive accepts."
Chapter : 2056
Lloyd looked at his hands. He felt the hum of his power. He felt the immense, growing strength of his Void abilities. He knew he was special. He knew he had the potential to become a god in this world.
The Titan was asking him to cut off a piece of that godhood.
If he did this, he might never be strong enough to fight the ultimate battles alone. He might never be able to hold the world on his shoulders like Satan. He would be weaker. Forever.
"Why?" Lloyd asked. "Why does it have to be my potential?"
"Because that is what she sacrificed," Satan said. "She gave up her future to save your father. She gave up her chance to be a wife, a mother, a warrior. She gave up her 'tomorrow' for your 'today.' If you want her back... you must give up a piece of your 'tomorrow' for her."
It was brutal. It was unfair. And it was perfectly, mathematically balanced.
Lloyd closed his eyes. He thought about the future. He thought about the enemies coming from the sky. He needed every ounce of power he could get. Giving this up was strategically insane. It was illogical. It was a bad trade.
Then he thought about the silver hairpin. He thought about Jasmin standing in front of the Spear of Nihil. She hadn't calculated the odds. She hadn't worried about her potential. She had just moved.
She had given everything.
Lloyd opened his eyes. The sarcastic monotone was gone. There was no humor in his face, only a cold, hard resolve.
"Okay," Lloyd said.
Eun-ha grabbed his arm. "Lloyd, think about this! You are the spearhead of the resistance. If you weaken yourself..."
"I'm not weakening myself, Eun-ha," Lloyd said gently, removing her hand. "I'm buying an asset. I'm retrieving a shield. And honestly?"
He looked up at the Titan.
"I don't care about being a god," Lloyd said. "I've been a General. I've been a Lord. Being a god sounds boring. I'd rather be a man with his friends."
He stepped forward, right up to the edge of the swirling gray mist of the gate.
"Show me what to do," Lloyd commanded.
Satan’s stone face shifted. For the first time, the expression wasn't one of judgment or boredom. It was respect.
"Very well," Satan rumbled. "Summon the vessel. Summon the empty doll you built. We will perform the transfer here, on the threshold of the void."
Lloyd reached into his spirit inventory. He pulled out the Spirit Jasmin—the hollow, diamond construct he had created. She appeared in a flash of light, standing stiffly, her eyes blank and dead. She was a perfect machine waiting for a driver.
"Place your hand on her chest," Satan instructed. "Focus on your Core. Find the burning white light of your highest potential. The part of you that wants to rule. The part of you that wants to be absolute."
Lloyd placed his hand on the cold, hard diamond of the Spirit’s chest. He closed his eyes. He looked inside.
He saw his power. It was a roaring ocean of blue and gold. And right in the center, there was a bright, white star—his potential. The seed of his future Sovereign power.
"Grab it," Satan said. "And tear it out."
Lloyd mentally reached for the star. He wrapped his will around it. It burned. It seared his mind. It felt like grabbing a hot coal.
"This is going to hurt," Lloyd whispered.
He pulled.
A scream tore from his throat. It wasn't just pain; it was a feeling of loss so profound it felt like he was being hollowed out. He felt his future shrinking. He felt the limits of his soul clamping down.
He ripped a chunk of the white light away from his core.
He pushed it into the diamond doll.
"Take it!" Lloyd roared. "Take it and give her back!"
The white light flowed out of his arm and into the Spirit Jasmin. The Archive accepted the payment. The gray mist in the gate swirled violently, turning into a vortex.
The trade had begun.