The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120. Intrusion
Refined, elegant features.
Golden eyes.
Hair as fierce and brilliant as flame—a striking crimson.
His face was sculpted with exquisite precision and grace.
His skin was pale and flawless, bearing witness to noble bloodline.
Based on appearance alone….
‘He’s quite different from Leon.’
Of course he was.
The Leon I remembered was the lion of the Allied Forces.
The Leon before me now was not the lion of the Allied Forces, but a royal heir.
Therefore, it was only natural that he differed from my memory.
‘Was the difference this severe?’
It was nearly a complete transformation.
Thus, this might not be Leon at all.
There was a possibility this was an ‘anomalous phenomenon’ wearing Leon’s face.
I remained vigilant and activated my Predator’s Instinct [S].
==【Character Information】==
Name: Leon Battenberg
Classification: Animalia, Mammalia, Hominidae, Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Distinctive Trait: Present Vision [L]
I could confirm he was truly Leon.
In that sense, Leon’s ability—Present Vision [L].
◆Present Vision [L]
: The user can precisely observe and perceive events occurring in the [present]. Through this, the user gains not merely visual phenomena, but intuitive understanding of the event’s [context, cause, and circumstances].
In this process, the user can limitedly exercise [retroactive perception] and [precognitive perception].
The rank is [L], denoting Legend.
It was the same tier as Iliana’s Insight [L].
In other words, an extraordinary ability rivaling the heroes of the Allied Forces.
Only then could I truly understand.
‘So that’s why.’
The battlefield intuition Leon possessed in my previous life.
-Had Hero Ian not existed, Leon would have become the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces.
He who might have become the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces.
His unparalleled innate battlefield sense seemed to have originated from Leon’s ability, Present Vision [L].
And indeed, as the description revealed, Present Vision [L] was not merely the ability to perceive present events.
Retroactive perception—retracing certain aspects of the past based on present information.
Precognitive perception—predicting the very near future based on present information.
It was an ability to organically connect the flows of past and future centered on the present.
“H-how is this…? No, what’s going on…? What am I saying?”
The Vanished Social Club that I had kept repeating.
After dozens of repetitions, Leon had begun to question the phenomena of the ‘present’.
In a sense, he was resisting the power of oblivion, however limitedly.
If I used the Bond Skill, Mental Communion [E], I could restore his memories.
But that could only be used on individuals at the 「Bond Stage」of affinity.
At this point, Leon and I were complete strangers.
I approached Leon slowly.
Then Seraphia hurriedly followed after me.
“P-please, let me come with you…!”
Seraphia clung to me with an anxious expression.
I was about to scold her but held back.
At least this time she hadn’t grabbed my sleeve.
“Are you alright, sir?”
At my voice, Leon lifted his head.
Narrowing his brow, Leon alternated his gaze between me and Seraphia.
At this point, though Leon and I were strangers, only the memories of the ‘Social Club’ had been erased.
In other words, the incident where Seraphia and I caused a disturbance at the Royal Palace remained unforgotten.
“You two…, aren’t you the troublemakers from House Whitewolf?”
Leon knew who I was.
Though, he remembered it somewhat oddly.
Well, it wasn’t entirely wrong, but… in any case.
Leon’s golden eyes gleamed for a moment.
“You two! Doesn’t something feel strange right now?”
Leon threw out the question instinctively.
As if trying to sense something, Leon’s gaze deepened.
“It feels like the same thing keeps repeating…? No, something is…? What is it?”
But Leon’s words faltered, as if even he wasn’t certain.
He was indeed resisting the power of oblivion, however limitedly.
Or perhaps—.
‘Leon himself might be the anomaly.’
Leon had never appeared at the Tea Reception Hall even once.
Not just at the reception.
Leon had never appeared at any of the Social Clubs.
Yet he suddenly appeared now?
It was highly suspicious.
Of course, Leon was the real Leon.
But if ‘Leon being in the Tea Reception Hall’ was to be called an anomaly, there was nothing more to say.
‘Have the demon servants all been depleted?’
Luseria had exhausted all the demons capable of creating anomalies by repeating the social gathering dozens of times over.
It seemed she had resigned herself to presenting me with a dilemma through this method alone—
‘But there’s no problem with that.’
Unfortunately, this approach proved equally ineffective against me.
I simply needed to proceed with the social gathering.
There was no need for Leon to determine whether he was an anomaly or not.
If Leon was an anomaly?
He would be reset.
If he wasn’t an anomaly?
I could simply advance to the next day and strike Alex again.
Either way, my Sanity value would only accumulate, presenting no problem whatsoever.
However, there was one thing.
“My lord, what were you doing and where were you during the social gathering?”
I did need to locate Leon in the reset social gathering.
“…Why are you asking that?”
“I have also experienced what you mentioned—that the same events seem to be repeating.”
“You as well?!”
“Yes, my lord. So if such events repeat again, I will come find you.”
Leon’s brow furrowed deeply.
He fell silent for a moment.
It seemed as though he were carefully recalling something.
“I was….”
Leon drew out his words slowly.
His expression suggested he was searching through his memories.
“During the social gathering—.”
Leon’s expression twisted slightly.
“I was… what is this?”
In that instant.
Leon’s face went rigid.
The expression of one on the verge of remembering something.
“This doesn’t… this doesn’t make sense.”
“My lord, are you alright?”
“It can’t be. This… it makes no sense. I was clearly with him—.”
Right at that moment.
“That’s enough.”
A voice cold yet languid.
And with it, the very air transformed.
A dizzying atmosphere enveloped the Tea Reception Hall as a woman emerged—one in whom serene dread and intense allure intertwined.
Luseria, the enchantress of lust.
She approached with a seductive smile, taking a gentle step forward.
“That memory lies beyond what is permitted.”
Luseria’s slender fingertips extended toward Leon.
* * *
The Vanished Social Club.
A space that repeated endlessly, forgotten endlessly.
What Luseria had intended and planned in this space was not merely a repeating social club.
A ritual that slowly, yet inexorably, consumed the soul.
In the infinitely repeating social club, all memories fade, and within the infinite repetition of oblivion, existence grows dim.
Those trapped here eventually forget who they were, and even the lingering emotions vanish.
By that point.
She would infiltrate Seraphia’s mind and corrupt her.
That was Luseria’s purpose.
But there was a variable.
Adrian.
That strange, reckless fool.
Adrian had not been consumed by oblivion even within the repeating social club.
His memories and soul should have been devoured long ago, his sense of self lost—yet Adrian was not.
Adrian remained acutely aware of every repetition.
He was resetting it through sheer force of will.
The Vanished Social Club operates by repeating endlessly, consuming the soul.
But from the moment Adrian refused to be forgotten, that flow shattered.
The Vanished Social Club was no longer proceeding normally.
Through this, Seraphia had escaped the power of oblivion.
Now even the First Prince, Leon, was breaking free from the power of oblivion.
Originally, Leon was not meant to appear in the social club.
Above all else, not Leon.
Leon’s memories must never return under any circumstance.
Luseria had no choice but to intervene directly.
“That memory lies beyond what is permitted.”
Shhhhhhh—!
Darkness extended from Luseria’s fingertips.
A torrent of black mana engulfed the space.
At that very moment.
Adrian charged forward head-on.
A movement without hesitation.
His action and decisiveness are indeed formidable.
But Adrian’s sharply honed nails.
It seems he intends to counter with those—
‘How foolish.’
His approach is flawed.
It transcended mere incompetence—it was fundamentally wrong.
The darkness Luseria unleashed was a form of dark magic.
Yet dark magic was not magic in the conventional sense.
It was not ‘magic’ that interpreted and reproduced laws.
Rather, it was a force that twisted, rejected, and overturned the very laws themselves.
Therefore, understanding, analyzing, and blocking it were utterly futile responses.
Sharpened nails meant nothing against such power.
It should have been that way… but it wasn’t.
Crack—!
A blow that tore through the darkness itself.
“What…?”
The darkness had been rent asunder.
As if the very force had been negated.
But… did that even make sense?
Dark magic could not be countered.
It was formless curse and a power that defied law and order itself.
Yet now….
Adrian charged forward again.
A movement that allowed no moment for thought.
“Where are you going!”
Shhhhhhh—!!
Luseria’s both hands were instantly engulfed in pitch-black darkness.
She assumed an immediate defensive stance, wrapping the darkness around herself like a cloak.
Adrian lightly swept his nails through the air.
No magical power, no mana—nothing could be felt.
Yet to Luseria, it felt anything but light.
A merciless, sweeping force.
It tore through her darkness once more.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
“What is this…!!”
Alarm bells began screaming in Luseria’s mind.
Her cloak of darkness shredded and dissipated.
A searing pain as if her entire body were being torn apart.
The shock jolted her consciousness awake.
She could not comprehend it, but….
…the one who was wrong was herself.
Luseria spat out blood rising in her throat, forcibly grasping at her fading consciousness.
Curses that restricted movement were useless.
Dark magic meant for defense was meaningless.
Curses and dark magic alike—both were utterly futile against Adrian.
‘Far stronger than I assessed through the crystal…!’
Adrian is overwhelmingly powerful.
His raw strength is beyond question—his utility abilities and physical control exceed all expectations.
Especially that incredible speed.
It resembles Blink, a spatial leap spell.
But it is not Blink.
Blink generates mana fluctuations at the moment of displacement.
By reading those ripples, one can predict when and where the attack will come.
Adrian’s movements produce no such signature.
Not a single mana fluctuation.
Pure physical movement without mana expenditure—that is what this means.
I cannot fathom how such a thing is possible.
Regardless, I cannot predict his position.
‘If it is merely physical movement, then…!’
Luseria’s eyes widened desperately. In that instant, her consciousness shattered.
Her body flew through the air for what felt like an eternity.
Only when she crashed into the ground did awareness return.
She had believed that pure physical movement could be tracked through visual information, but….
…once again, she was wrong.
Adrian transcends the bounds of comprehension.
‘Where did such a monster come from…!’
Luseria clenched her teeth.
Not even the faintest possibility of victory against Adrian crossed her mind.
Would things have been different if the demon servants remained?
…I do not know.
I exhausted them all across the dozens of repetitions of The Vanished Social Club.
Yet all is not lost.
My objective remains singular.
To infiltrate Seraphia’s mind and corrupt her.
But that is merely my objective.
It is not the true purpose of The Vanished Social Club.
I have merely used this space as a tool.
Its true essence lies elsewhere.
The Vanished Social Club’s genuine purpose is—.
Krrrrrgh!
The darkness unfurled behind her surged violently.
Pure shadow mana.
It swirled around Luseria as its epicenter.
Her fingertips trembled—.
Beneath her feet, pitch-black shadows writhed and churned—.
“Awaken! You who are forgotten within the shackles of oblivion!!”
Darkness erupted, spreading in all directions.
* * *
Darkness swirled and surged explosively.
As if Luseria had drawn forth every ounce of her power, the darkness consumed the very space itself.
Light vanished, and pure blackness engulfed everything around us.
I could not approach recklessly.
I took a step back.
“Ahahahahaha!!!”
Luseria unleashed a manic, unhinged laughter.
Soon, the darkness that had swallowed the space began to writhe.
What emerged from within it was—
A massive cocoon.
A cocoon woven from threads of darkness itself, as if it were gestating something within.
“Each time you repeated this social club, ‘that thing’ grew by devouring your memories and soul!”
Luseria’s laughter intensified.
“Within the shackles created by your deranged actions, it was able to be reborn as a far more complete being!!”
The surface of the cocoon writhed.
Black threads pulsed like a heartbeat.
Cracks carved themselves across the massive cocoon.
Luseria’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.
“Now, face its true form directly!”
Crack!
The space around me trembled.
This was no mere dark magic.
It was as if all traces of forgotten beings were mixing and transmuting within the cocoon, awakening.
And then—
From the darkness seeping out of the cocoon, a figure slowly emerged.
Black hair. Crimson eyes.
Even the clothes worn were identical—
“Brother…?”
It was me.
A perfect mirror image, as if I were gazing at my own reflection.
Yet the being before me was no mere reflection in a mirror.
I immediately activated my Predator’s Instinct [S].
And I could confirm the identity of this ‘me’ standing before me.
==【Character Information】==
Name: Adrian Whitewolf (Memoryier)
Classification: Animalia, Mammalia, Hominidae, Primordial Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19 years old
Characteristics: Regeneration [B+], Enhanced Skin [B], Nutrient Synthesis [B], Accelerated Metabolism [C+], Dragon’s Claws [A], Metabolic Runaway [U], Dragon’s Skin [U], Predator’s Instinct [S], Weakness Detection [U], Infinite [M], Radiant Dragon’s Wrath [L], Berserk [?], Mucus Cells [B-], Assimilation [C+], Low-Light Vision [D+]

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