Reincarnated as the Weakest Magical Beast-Chapter 120: Possession gone wrong!

Quick author note: I have decided to gender bend this evil Amaras. She (previously he) now looked like the evil version of Claire! The previous chapter has been edited accordingly. My apologies for any inconvenience.

Now back to the story.

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Although one question had been answered, a hundred more rose at once.

First of all, why was Amaras here, sitting inside her apartment as though she belonged in this world?

And second, why the hell was she wearing Claire's face?

"Oh God…"

The shock made Claire stumble backward, her vision swimming. She nearly lost her balance, but her fingers caught the edge of the doorframe and held fast, her knuckles turning white.

Her heart pounded painfully in her chest.

"What is happening?" she demanded, her voice trembling. "What are you doing here? What do you want from me? And why are you wearing my face?"

"Calm yourself," Amaras said, lifting one hand lazily. "It's not like I wanted to be here. Tch. You blocked my path, remember? So I got dragged in."

"Huh?!"

Claire's eyes widened.

Blocked… her path?

And then she remembered what had happened.

She had thrown herself in front of this monster, preventing her from reaching her master.

"Wait… does that mean… this isn't real?" Claire questioned, eyes scanning everything around the room now.

Because if Amaras was here, then she wasn't truly back on Earth. This entire place was just an imaginary space within her soul!

And quickly, her suspicion was confirmed by Amaras herself.

"Obviously," that evil woman answered. "You have guessed correctly. This is not your world. It is merely a construct within you."

She then took a sip, as though discussing the weather.

"Still, I must admit that this revelation unsettles me more than I care to show," she continued, her tone quieter now. "To learn that another world exists beyond Arventia is astonishing enough. To discover that someone from that world was reborn as a Noctifelis borders on the absurd."

Her crimson eyes flickered, dimming for a fleeting second.

"But to realize that Arventia itself is regarded as nothing more than a game in your realm…" She exhaled slowly, the sound thin and strained. "That is a cruelty unlike any I have endured."

For the first time, the smug composure she wore like a crown began to crack. She pressed her fingers to her temple, her brows drawing together as though the thought alone caused her pain.

"To go through wars. To lose a kingdom. To watch those dear to you fall one by one, murdered by demons," she said, her voice tightening despite her effort to steady it, "only to be told that it was all scripted entertainment for strangers… Do you understand what such knowledge does to a person?"

"Wha— I…" Claire faltered, the words dying before they could fully form.

Because it was exactly as Amaras had said.

She had never once stopped to consider what Arventia meant to those who lived within it. To her, it had been quests and strategies, late-night grinding sessions and patch notes. But to Amaras, it had been a lifetime.

Amaras swayed slightly, as though the sheer weight of that truth pressed down upon her shoulders.

"God… it hurts so much…" she murmured under her breath, closing her eyes. "It feels as though my skull might split apart from the strain…"

After that, Amaras sat motionless for a long moment—so still that Claire feared something had gone terribly wrong.

"A-are you okay?" Claire finally broke the silence, her voice tight with unease.

It took Amaras a full five seconds to respond.

"Ha. Do I look okay?" she replied with a dry, sarcastic chuckle. "In any case, I am no longer a threat to you. So calm yourself and have a seat. I will explain everything."

Claire, however, remained where she was.

There was no reason for her to trust this entity. After all, this was the same being who had tried to seize control of her master, Emilia.

"Tch. Fine. Stand there, then."

Amaras clicked her tongue, irritation slipping into her tone.

Then she began to speak.

And slowly, piece by piece, everything began to unfold.

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According to Amaras, whenever a spirit attempted to possess another being, it would inevitably glimpse fragments of the host's memories. Sensations, emotions, places… everything bled through during the process. That was the true reason they were here now. This place was not Earth at all, but a reconstruction formed from Claire's memories.

And the reason Amaras looked like this—why she wore Claire's face, her features, even traces of her mannerisms, including her liking to spicy ramen noodles and cheap soda—was a side effect of that failed possession. Claire's memories had seeped too deeply into her. They had altered her form, her habits, even her preferences, forcing them onto her against her will.

Had the possession been completed, Amaras would have fully become Claire, erasing her entirely and taking her place in this world.

But she had stopped at the very last moment.

She had chosen to retreat. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Why?

Because obviously, who in their right mind would willingly become a Noctifelis? The weakest magical beast of all?!

Yeah, to Amaras, to be reduced to a fragile magical beast, powerless and dependent, unable to even swat a fly without effort was something she could not allow! She would rather cease to exist than accept such humiliation!

Yet… irony was cruel.

By the time she withdrew, she had already exhausted nearly all of her strength, both from battling the real Amaras and from forcing the possession itself. Escape was no longer an option. She could neither complete the act nor withdraw from it entirely.

And so she was trapped.

Unable to leave. Unwilling to finish the possession. And unwilling to harm Claire, because doing so would only destroy what little remained of herself.

With no better option, she chose the only path left to her. She stayed here, lingering within Claire's memories, passing the time by tasting Earth's food, listening to strange music, and occasionally watching the animes Claire loved so much.

She would remain until she no longer could.

Because for a soul with nowhere left to return to, the ending was inevitable.

Sooner or later, she would fade, deleted from existence forever.

"Tch," Amaras muttered, irritation thick in her voice. "To think I would be stopped by a mere Noctifelis… how utterly infuriating!"