"Pip, you let that scumbag live? I’ll laugh at you for the rest of your days!"

  "He nearly killed you! If that can be forgiven, then honestly, you got what you deserved!"

  "I’m beyond frustrated! Why do scoundrels and murderers always seem to have loyal women by their side? It’s enough to make me sick! When are we women going to stop taking this crap?"

  The world channel was alive with chatter. Pixie, however, found herself lost. Am I just a fool for love? Watching Eirik—once so charming, so confident—reduced to this sorry state hurt her more than she expected. She just couldn’t bring herself to finish him.

  "Ha! Don’t get me wrong; I’m not killing him—I want him to suffer. Death would be too kind."

  Pixie forced a nonchalant tone.

  "I want him to beg for death! I’ll strip him of his power and make him serve me tea and wash my feet..."

  "Stripping him of his powers is one thing, but washing your feet? Are you sure that’s not a reward?"

  "Then... he won’t wash my feet!" Pixie snapped.

  Meanwhile, Eirik, seeing the icy resolve on Pip’s face, felt a wave of frustration crash over him. Seriously, all I wanted was a reset!

  Why was this so difficult? Stripped of powers, made a servant? Pixie’s vengeance was shocking. Had she really forgotten everything? He stared at her cold, emotionless face on the screen, confusion gnawing at his mind. Fine, if this game is going to be like this, then screw it!

  Time to end it.

  [Unable to endure the humiliation, Eirik severed his own lifeline and ended his life.]

  Suddenly, a system notification flashed on Pixie’s screen. A new scene materialized—an endless field of violets stretched out, with Pixie standing tall in a holy white robe, sword in hand, and Eirik lying lifeless at her feet.

  "He... killed himself?"

  Pixie stood frozen, her heart heavy with sorrow. There was no satisfaction in avenging a scoundrel. Instead, she felt an aching emptiness, as though something vital had been taken from her. She rose from her bed, draped in a thin robe, and gazed at the bright moon, lost in thought.

  "Why is the world full of so many tragedies?"

  The events that had transpired felt unreal, but as a simulation, they were all too possible. The notion that this might be just one of many possible lives suffocated Pixie. She could hardly bear it.

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  "He died well!"

  "That bastard’s finally gone! Ha! Justice has been served!"

  In that moment, the world channel erupted in cheers, as if ready to pop open bottles of champagne.

  "Is Eirik really gone?" Selene sighed, regret lacing her voice.

  This young man—born from humble beginnings but with the gift of Elemental Absorption—had been able to accelerate the training of anyone close to him. Whoever formed a bond with him had the potential to rise to greatness. He was, in essence, a walking fortune.

  "If he’s truly gone, then so be it... Don’t worry, Eirik, in your next life, I won’t let you suffer like this."

  Master Alchemist Violanda gazed down from the tower in the capital, pity etched across her face.

  "With a country girl like Pixie, how could he have ever had a future? That’s what sealed his tragic fate."

  "Junior Sister, I can’t believe you really caused his death. I always thought he had his reasons."

  Elvynna sighed deeply, a tangle of emotions within her.

  As a rival, she should have been pleased. After all, Eirik hadn’t met such a miserable fate with her. At least his death at the hands of an enemy seemed less humiliating. And yet, she felt nothing but sorrow for him.

  In that moment, Eirik’s death tugged at many hearts as he stared at the new game-ending screen, filled with conflicting emotions.

  [In the year 13,564 of the Magic Era, you took your own life. In your final moments, you thought you saw a single tear fall from Pixie’s cold face—but you couldn’t tell if it was the last image of your life or just a mirage...]

  [You are dead. The game is over.]

  [Your life was grand: You began as a mere citizen, rose into a noble family, slayed the emperor’s envoy, and shook the northwest with your fame. Your first half was near perfect. But in your later years, you betrayed your wife, imprisoned your children, gaining infamy despite your earlier successes.]

  [That day, your wife Pixie returned, having forgotten her feelings, and vowed to kill you. Your battle in the Violet Garden shook the capital! You were defeated, humiliated, and took your own life.]

  [The world says: ‘Every choice we make is written in the stars. Eirik was a villain, unworthy of pity.’]

  [Achievement Level: Purple]

  [Overall Image: A pitiful figure, despised by the world.]

  [Completed Quests: The Chaos of the Magic Tree, The Emperor’s Envoy Strikes (Rewards for first clear are being distributed).]

  What? How is this system evaluation even possible?

  I was just pretending! I didn’t actually abandon my family! And they label me as a “pitiful figure”? Thank goodness that doesn’t affect my rewards—otherwise, I’d be furious!

  [Congratulations, you have received the reward: Void Reaver.]

  Oh? A magic tome? Now that’s more like it!

  With the Eye of Divine Insight, my talent is solid, but I need offensive spells. This is just what I needed!

  Eirik quickly opened the system details to examine the reward.

  [Void Reaver (Golden): A legendary magic tome created by an unmatched master. It can tear through the boundaries of reality, summon void energy to strike enemies, inflicting deep soul damage and even absorbing their power to enhance the caster’s abilities. With mastery, you can even strike down stars.]

  Wow, strike down stars? Now that’s some serious power!

  But Eirik’s rewards didn’t stop there; a flurry of notifications kept popping up.

  [Congratulations, you have received the reward: Flower in the Mirror.]

  [Flower in the Mirror: A wondrous object, like a moon in water—beautiful yet unattainable. Consume it to briefly gain memories or abilities from a moment in the simulation. Duration: twelve hours.]