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title: "Chapter 190: Soul Force Overflowing"
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slug: "ch-190"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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number: 190
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views: 0
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likes: 0
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wordCount: 1347
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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Then—
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SHAAAA!
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From the depths of the fairy-like world, something emerged.
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A blood-red vine.
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It shot forward with unnatural speed, faster than a thought, faster than light.
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The moment it appeared—
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The phantom’s soul trembled.
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Its presence alone was enough to send waves of terror through his very existence.
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A feeling of absolute dread—one he had never experienced before.
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’DANGER!’
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His instincts screamed.
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This was it.
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This was the source of his fear.
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Without hesitation, the phantom acted.
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His overwhelming soul force surged outward, forming an impenetrable shield around him.
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A barrier so dense, it could withstand even the most powerful soul attacks.
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"You won’t reach me!" he roared, pouring every ounce of his might into the defense.
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But then—
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The vine didn’t stop.
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It didn’t crash into the barrier.
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It didn’t shatter against his power.
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It simply—
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Passed through.
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Effortlessly.
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Like his shield didn’t exist.
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Like his power was meaningless.
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"IMPOSSIBLE!"
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The phantom’s violet eyes widened in sheer horror.
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"NO!"
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He roared, his voice filled with panic and fury.
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He refused to accept this.
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He refused to die like this.
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Tens of grey color swords materialized, hovering around him like deadly fangs.
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Each one was a manifestation of his very soul—a solid, refined form of his existence.
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These swords had been unstoppable.
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They had shattered Max’s soul.
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There was nothing they couldn’t pierce.
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And yet—
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SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
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The swords shot forward, slashing at the blood-red vine.
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CLANG!
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The moment they struck—
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The vine didn’t break.
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Didn’t tear.
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Didn’t even flinch.
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Instead—
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The grey swords shattered.
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One after another.
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Like fragile glass.
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"WHAT?!"
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The phantom’s eyes widened in pure horror.
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"HOW?!"
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These weren’t just weapons.
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These were extensions of his soul itself.
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Yet—
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They held no power against this vine.
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Nothing.
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Not a scratch.
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Not a dent.
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As if they were nothing but twigs before a storm.
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And in that moment—
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The truth sank in.
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His power—his thousands of years of accumulation—
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Was useless.
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The phantom trembled.
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For the first time in his existence—
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He felt true helplessness.
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Just then—
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The red vine closed in.
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The phantom man trembled, his violet eyes wild with panic.
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With his last ounce of strength, he formed a sword in his hand—a desperate attempt to fight back.
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His expression twisted with fear as he swung it down with all his might.
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SLASH!
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CRACK!
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The sword shattered instantly upon contact.
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Not even a scratch was left on the vine.
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And then—
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The red vine coiled around him completely.
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It was then he felt the soul force leaving his body.
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"NO! MY SOUL! MY SOUL FORCE!"
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His screams pierced through the void, his voice filled with terror and agony.
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He could feel it—
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The red vine was devouring his soul.
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And it was happening at a rate far faster than even Max’s black flames.
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His thousands of years of accumulation—
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His power.
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His will.
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Everything.
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It was all being sucked away.
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He struggled. Desperately.
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He thrashed against the vine.
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He tried to pour his remaining soul force into one last attack.
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But it was futile.
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"DAMN IT! I CAN’T FAIL AT THIS STAGE! I CAN’T!"
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His voice cracked, filled with despair and rage.
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He had waited for ten thousand years for this moment.
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He had planned for everything.
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And yet—
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Here he was.
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Dying.
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Not in battle.
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Not by an enemy’s hands.
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But by a plant.
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His ethereal body flickered, becoming transparent.
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The last of his soul force was draining away.
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He felt his very existence crumbling.
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And finally—
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He understood.
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He was bound to fail.
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"WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!"
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His voice was shattered with hysteria, his once-proud arrogance gone.
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He had waited years for this moment.
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He had prepared for everything.
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And yet—
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"Only to get my soul sucked by a plant?!"
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His voice cracked, full of disbelief.
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But there was no one to answer him.
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No one to save him.
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His form became nothing but a flicker.
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And in his final moment, his voice dropped into a whisper.
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"Fate gave me hope… only to take it all away…" Your journey continues on freewebnovel
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Then—
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He was gone.
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His soul fully consumed.
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Erased.
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Not even a single trace of his existence remained.
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—
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As the phantom man vanished, his existence erased forever, something changed.
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A pink hue began to radiate from Max’s dim form.
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At first—
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It was faint.
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A soft, gentle glow.
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But then—
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It intensified.
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Brighter. Stronger.
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Until it was blinding.
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The pink radiance pulsed, growing to an all-time high, filling every corner of the Soul Palace.
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Then—
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Max felt it.
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A surge of pure, overwhelming energy coursing through his being.
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His wounds—
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The slash marks that had once weakened him—
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They began to fade.
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Disappearing slowly, but surely.
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It was as if his very soul was healing.
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The life force that was draining away also began to increase slowly.
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He no longer felt weak.
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All his memories returned as well.
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And then—
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’My soul force is increasing…’
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Max’s eyes widened.
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The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
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It was pure. Raw. Limitless.
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A force that didn’t just restore him—
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It transformed him.
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From an unknown source, soul force poured into him endlessly.
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His body shook, unable to contain it all.
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His very soul was evolving.
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’It’s not stopping!’
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In mere moments—
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His Soul Stat surpassed its previous limit.
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And yet—
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It kept rising.
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Higher.
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Faster.
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Stronger.
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’I’m overflowing with soul force!’
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Max was amazed, feeling the sheer depth of power within him.
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This was not just recovery.
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This was growth beyond anything he had ever experienced.
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Then—
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DING!
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A notification flashed in his vision.
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[Soul increased by 20]
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Max’s heart pounded.
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"An increase of 20 stats?! That’s insane!"
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He had never gained so much soul force in a single moment before.
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Although Max hadn’t seen exactly what happened, he understood.
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He understood that the soul force that poured into him was of the owner of the temple.
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His force had been split into two parts—
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Half had been transferred to him.
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The other half?
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It had been devoured by the red vine.
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And that red vine—
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It wasn’t just a random force.
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It was a part of the Spirit growing in the Dimension of Spirit.
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Born from Max’s own blood.
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Max had checked on it before.
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Back then, it had been nothing more than a small stem with a single leaf.
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But now?
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It had grown vines.
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Not just any vines.
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But ones that could consume a soul.
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His pink eyes flickered.
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’From the information I got from the spirit… soul force is an essential part of its growth.’
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That meant—
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The moment the phantom’s soul was sensed by the spirit in Max’s body—
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The Spirit instinctively acted.
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It devoured him completely.
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And in doing so—
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It split the absorbed soul force in half.
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Half went to Max.
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The other half?
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The Spirit took it for its own growth.
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’Though the connection between us is very unique.’
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Max could feel it now.
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A subtle connection.
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It was faint—
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But it was there.
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A thread linking his mind to the Spirit.
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’It seems because the Spirit is connected to me by blood… our thoughts are linked.’
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His heart pounded.
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This wasn’t just a simple contract.
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This was deeper.
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The Spirit wasn’t just something he summoned.
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It was something that grew with him.
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That meant—
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If it grew stronger… so did he.
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In the end, he sighed.
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’It was a close call.’
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Max took a deep breath.
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He knew it now.
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He had been one step away from death.
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One step away from losing everything.
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If he hadn’t used his last efforts to open all of his dimensional doors…
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He would have died.
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The phantom would have taken his body.
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And no one would have been able to stop him.
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Instead—
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Max won.
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Not through sheer strength.
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Not through an overwhelming attack.
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But through a gamble that paid off.
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’I guess this is what’s called fortune in misfortune.’
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He sighed.
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Then—
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He clenched his fist.
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His soul force burned brighter than ever. |