Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 73 - : THE IRREVERSIBLE MISTAKE
Greg, unable to control his anger anymore, threw an attack at Kyle, moving so fast that he appeared in an instant. He threw a punch, but of course, Kyle dodged the attack pretty easily, much to Greg's frustration.
"I'm surprised, Greg, seeing you lose your cool like this. I guess you had a thing for Jessica, but you still foolishly killed her parents. Perhaps you expected her to forgive you after killing them in front of her?"
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"Shut up!" Greg screamed, increasing his attacks, but he still couldn't hit Kyle, not even once. Eventually, he got tired and fell to the floor.
"My advice to you, Greg—harden your heart, because you'll likely have to kill Jessica with your own hands," Kyle said, walking away from the exhausted Greg and back into the house.
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"Greg, is he gone?" Jessica asked Kyle.
"Well, he should be leaving soon. So, what's your decision? Forgiving him?" Kyle asked.
"I'm trying so hard to, but in the end, I can't. I guess I can never love anyone more than my parents. It seems I finally got my answer—I choose my parents over Greg," Jessica said, standing up.
"And I will have to avenge their deaths. So yes, Kyle, I'm willing to work with you in order to defeat Greg," she said, her eyes cold.
"Very well, I'm happy to have you on board. Well, come along—there's much to do together," Kyle said, leaving the house, Jessica following behind him.
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Greg walked toward the safe house, looking downcast. He used the bare minimum effort to ensure he wasn't followed, his mood sinking further. Walking in, everyone noticed Greg's appearance as well as the emotion on his face, and it didn't take a genius to know that things hadn't gone well. Walking past everyone without uttering a word, Greg headed straight to his room. After taking a bath, he lay on his bed, feeling frustrated.
Knock, knock.
Greg heard a knock on his door.
"Come in," he barely voiced out, his mood not elevating in any way.
"Brother," Annabelle called softly, sitting on the bed close to him.
"You're down—so down that I'm beginning to worry," Annabelle said gently.
"I made a terrible mistake, a very stupid mistake. I killed her parents. I made her cry. It hurt—it hurt so much watching her cry. It felt like the air was being squeezed out of my lungs," Greg spoke, feeling even worse.
"I'm such a fool, too blinded by revenge that I let everyone down. I kept seeing everyone as a tool, trying to mask my feelings. I pushed everyone away, and now I did something so stupid. Kyle is right—I'm no different from my parents' killers. She hates me, Anne. She wants me dead. It hurts so fucking much," Greg cried, finally unable to hold back his emotions.
Annabelle watched her brother cry, her heart aching. She resented herself for not trying harder to stop him.
"It's alright, brother. You were just consumed by anger over our parents' murder. You were hurt too. We were hurt by her parents. I'm not saying you should have killed them, but don't be too hard on yourself. They were guilty. I'm sure they would have probably killed you if we were still weak and powerless. It's just unfortunate.
"As for Jessica, I believe she will come around. Just give her time to sort out her emotions," Annabelle comforted her brother.
"You don't get it, Anne. She's not coming back. She will definitely side with Kyle. I might have to kill her in the future, Anne. I might have to kill her!" Greg said, feeling lightheaded.
"Just calm down, brother! Be strong. I know you can do that, can't you?" she asked, hoping her brother would recover.
"Yeah, you're right. Crying in front of my kid sister is really embarrassing, hah. I don't have the face to see Mom and Dad," Greg said, forcing a small smile.
"I'm cheered up—thanks, sis," Greg said, ruffling her hair. Annabelle smiled from her brother's action, hoping he would get better soon. And there was no better way to recover than taking a good sleep.
Annabelle let her brother be to catch some sleep and hopefully return to his old self.
Greg watched his sister leave, the sadness still ever-present, but he decided to bury it within his heart. Steeling himself for when the need arose to kill Jessica—just conceiving the idea felt like torture to him. But he had to prepare for the worst. That was the only way he could win against Kyle and the demons.
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"Who is this? You're choosing her over me, Kyle? Yes, she's beautiful, but I don't think I'm losing to her in any way," Lilith complained after seeing Kyle land while carrying Jessica in a princess carry.
"Quit it, Lilith. She is an ally. You don't have to be too frosty, you know. Besides, there is nothing going on between us, and I doubt there ever will be," Kyle said, feeling a bit tired. Lilith was the one person he couldn't deal with properly.
"Oh, if you say so. And she is?"
"Jessica. And Jessica, meet Lilith. Don't be deceived by her appearance—she is a demon. And a very powerful one at that," Kyle explained.
"Great. Never knew you also have a big mouth," Lilith said, rolling her eyes.
"Like I said, Lilith, she is an ally, and one we definitely would love to have against Greg. And please stop interrogating me like a wife and allow me into my home," Kyle said, getting annoyed.
"Your home? Or the home of the father you murdered?" Lilith replied, earning a surprised gasp from Jessica.
"Oh, please. He was a douchebag. He deserved to die countless times. Besides, I did him a favor. I highly doubt Greg would have given him a peaceful death."
"Well, yours wasn't peaceful..."
"Alright, enough, Lilith. Just let us in," Kyle cut her short, walking into the house after Lilith made way for them.
Jessica walked into the house, curious about a lot of things.
"Don't worry—we'll have our girl time soon enough," Lilith said, smiling at Jessica, who only nodded.
"Alright, Jess. You're here for something, and I'd like to go straight to the point.
"We all want Greg dead.
"And the question here is—how?" Kyle asked the major question that not only he would struggle to answer, but countless powerful beings in the time to come.
