Transmigrated as the Devil of the Meaningless-Chapter 98: Color of the Ceiling

Seth knew that Fiona was under the effects of of a spell.

As though to affirm is judgement, a notification popped up in his mind.

[Sin of Ignorance, 4th Circle Ability.]

[Unquestionable] Imposes absolute acceptance upon the target, rendering the user’s words and actions incapable of being challenged. Targets are unable to question, resist, or disobey, as their cognition is forcibly aligned with the user’s intent.

A fourth circle ability...

Seth’s gaze flicked toward her, but Roluna seemed aware.

She turned her head slowly to meet his eyes, as if reading his thoughts before he could fully form them.

[Sin of Ignorance, 1st Circle Ability.]

[Authority of Ignorance] (1st stage): Possesses heightened awareness of the unseen. Can sense concealed presences with uncanny accuracy and is always alerted when someone—or something—turns its gaze upon them.

Seth’s heart sank slightly.

A natural counter to my abilities...

Roluna raised an eyebrow, her expression calm but calculating.

"To merely send you here... did they want to test my abilities? Were they unsure of my circle level?"

She did not bother hiding her thoughts, she the habit of wanting others to know that she was capable of analyzing things.

She scanned the room carefully, moving with a precise caution that betrayed the full extent of her senses.

With her Authority of Ignorance, she could detect almost anything...

Hidden observers, magical surveillance, or even subtle manipulations of fate.

She had been cautious since Seth mentioned the other person in the building— the one who had warned him.

This was why she had been careful from the beginning... she had not acted immediately.

She had to ensure that no one gauged her strength or circle level before she even identified her enemies.

Now, however, the situation had forced her hand.

There was no choice but to adapt.

Roluna’s gaze sharpened.

"Who exactly sent you here? And why are you interfering with the Church of Abomination’s plans?"

Seth froze for a fraction of a second.

His mind raced.

How the hell am I supposed to speak if she’s limiting my body, you jerk...

Yet, to his surprise, he discovered he could still move his mouth.

Speech was possible, even under the spell.

That’s right! Even Fiona had the strength to speak!

Limit... he thought.

She can slow and weaken our bodies, but she can’t completely stop us...

An idea struck him, sudden and daring.

He let a single word escape his lips:

"Silence."

The effect was immediate.

Roluna’s expression flickered, her mind trembling as if an invisible force had pressed over her thoughts.

For the first time, she felt... still.

Her worries, her vigilance, all of it dulled into a haze.

At first, she instinctively thought she was in danger—

But gradually, a strange calmness seeped into her body, a dull, almost soothing emptiness that she could not resist.

Her heightened senses, her alertness, even her sense of superiority... all of it softened.

Seth felt the opportunity instantly.

Summoning every ounce of his remaining physical strength, he began to move.

His body, though slowed and heavy under Roluna’s Limit, still responded enough for him to reach into his pocket.

His fingers closed around something crumpled, rough against his palm.

The paper!

Finally, he pulled it out, carefully uncrumpling it with trembling hands.

The words on it— whatever secret or instruction it contained... might be his only chance to save himself in this deadly situation!

Before he could even read a line, a hand shot out.

"So this is what you were so confident in?"

Roluna’s voice dripped with mockery as she snatched the paper from Seth’s fingers.

She held it up, hesitating for just a moment.

Her senses told her that it contained no danger...

Still, she was cautious enough to only slowly open it, otherwise she might read something she was not supposed to.

However, as she slowly lifted the paper, her eyebrow rose.

Confusion flickered across her face.

The paper was empty...

"Is there something only certain people can see?" she murmured.

"What—"

Before she could finish, a pale white hand burst from the paper.

It moved faster than her thoughts.

She tried to dodge, tried to activate her abilities, but the fingers had already touched her face.

She screamed.

Her hand flew up, slapping the thing away.

The hand retracted back into the paper like a startled spider, leaving only silence.

Roluna stumbled backward, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her eyes darted around the room, searching for whatever else might be lurking.

Then she stopped.

Her face went pale as her lips parted.

Her eyes grew wide... extremely wide.

She screamed again, extremely loudly in horror.

Her hands flew to her ears, pressing hard.

Then to her eyes, covering them as if she had seen something no mind was meant to witness.

Seth watched, his head throbbing with a sudden, splitting pain.

From Roluna’s body, countless strings emerged.

They looked like the strings of fate—the same threads he often saw when he activated [Fate Consumption].

The ones he was seeing as of now looked out...

They stretched into the dark corners of the room, endless and tangled, knotting together in patterns that made no sense.

His vision blurred.

The pain in his skull grew sharper...

The sheer wrongness of what he was seeing pressed against his mind.

He shut his eyes immediately!

See no evil!

Roluna’s screams filled the room.

From Seth’s perspective, they were the sounds of someone drowning in something they could not fight.

Seth heard her body jerk.

The sound of choking could be lightly made out.

Against every instinct, he opened his eyes.

The strings had converged around her neck.

They tightened, pulling upward.

Roluna’s body rose from the ground, feet dangling, thrashing weakly against the invisible force.

Above her, the ceiling was gone.

In its place was darkness— different from the night and different from the ordinary colored black.

It felt vast.

Something that should not exist in any room, any building, any world Seth had ever known.

It stretched endlessly, swallowing light, swallowing sound, swallowing everything.

Roluna’s body hung there, suspended between the floor and that impossible void.

Her movements slowed.

Her struggles ceased.

Then, slowly, she was pulled upward.

Toward the darkness.

Toward something Seth could not name.

He watched, unable to move, unable to look away, as the last traces of her disappeared into the abyss above.