Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 171: Left With No Choice

The last vestige of the schoolboy was gone.

What stood before Cecilia now was the sovereign of gods, issuing his final, non-negotiable edict.

He didn’t soften when she hiccuped, when fresh tears traced silent paths down her cheeks. His resolve was a wall of glacial ice, impervious to her sorrow.

He was, in that moment, the scariest he had ever been to her.

"First..." she whispered. "You need to tell me you love me."

"I love you."

The confession was delivered with the cold, flat cadence of a recited law.

DING!

[You’ve succeeded in the task: Make him confess to you!]

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"Then..." Cecilia continued, "you need to kiss me."

The man stepped forward, closing the distance without hesitation. He captured her lips in a kiss. It was not tender. Just a seal. A transaction. A bitter sacrament.

DING!

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"And..." Cecilia’s voice dropped, the final demand leaving her lips like a curse. "You have to have sex with me."

The final task. Rank 5.

The man’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, then narrowed into a furious, disgusted frown. A harsh, incredulous scoff tore from him. "Is this world a fucking joke?"

But his hands moved. He reached up, loosening his tie with a sharp, efficient tug, then began to unbutton his uniform jacket. His movements were devoid of passion, mechanical, as if preparing for a distasteful but necessary chore.

Angela gasped. "Wait—"

He ignored her. The jacket was halfway off his shoulders when he saw it. Cecilia had turned her face away, her profile as cold as his soul. She wasn’t refusing. She was... absent. She had checked out.

He stopped cold.

Pain, sharp and searing, flooded his eyes. How could he? How could he even contemplate forcing the woman he loved, when her consent was this hollow, this coerced by a monstrous system?

"Who’s cruel now, Cecilia?" he asked, his voice dropping. "You trapped me in this fake dimension that erased my memory of you to uncover my secrets, and now you force me to rape you?"

"You leave me no choice," Cecilia hissed back, still not looking at him.

Oathran moved swiftly, pinning her against the cold stone wall, his body caging hers. A low growl vibrated in his chest. "You. You leave me no choice."

"STOP!" Angela lunged, her small hands grasping his arm desperately, her entire body trembling. "What are you doing?! You said you love her! STOP!"

She burst into tears, terrified, raw. Oathran turned his head, looking down at her with an expression that was almost pitying. "Leave."

"I DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING, BUT THIS IS WRONG!" Angela screamed, pulling at his immovable arm with all her might.

Ah.

Never in his existence had Oathran imagined he would stoop this low. To have a woman hang from his arm, weeping, trying to physically stop him from raping the very person his soul was bound to.

This humiliation... it was an acid, burning through his pride, his resolve, his very sense of self. This humiliation by fate, by this world, and by his own horrific actions...

He let go.

He released Cecilia and stepped back, his eyes squeezing shut as if to block out the entire wretched scene.

"No one in this world will ever be more cruel than you are to me."

Her earlier words echoed, but now they felt like his truth.

He took a shuddering breath, forcing the chaos back into a box. "We have five days," he stated, his voice hollow but firm. "You have no choice. You get out of this world before then, whether you like it or not."

He turned, a man defeated by his own love, and walked toward the stairwell.

"Choice."

Cecilia’s voice stopped him dead. The single word hung in the dusty air.

Oathran froze, his back rigid.

"Other than the erasure..." Cecilia said slowly, her mind, even in its anguish, brutally clicking pieces together. "Your other secret is... choice, right?"

He turned to face her. The look in his eyes was a soul-deep terror, stronger than anything she’d seen before.

Cecilia’s suspicion crystallized.

The System notification for Task 6, [Uncover his secret!], hadn’t appeared when she learned of the erasure. That meant the secret was still incomplete. The wish to be forgotten was only one facet.

DING!

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She was right.

"Other than your wish to be erased..." Cecilia pressed, her gaze locking onto his, blazing with cold fire. "You also want to have no choice but to die."

Oathran stared at her, naked fear etched into every line of his face.

"It means..." Cecilia continued. "In the real world, you have a choice to live."

Oathran’s face fell completely. All color, all defiance, all the remaining fragments of his composure drained away, leaving behind the terrible truth she had just unearthed.

The final, most devastating layer of his secret was exposed. His death was not an inevitability he embraced, but a choice he was making.

And he wished, in the deepest, most secret part of himself, that the choice would be taken away from him.

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