The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 149: The Final Goodbye – Faking My Death

(Samuel's POV – Cutting All Ties to the Past)

With Project Hades reduced to rubble, Henry and I stood outside, watching the factory collapse in flames.

Smoke rose into the night sky, a monument to the destruction we had left behind.

But my work wasn't done yet.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Volkov.

The call barely rang twice before his deep Russian-accented voice came through.

"Samuel. I assume Project Hades is no more?"

I smirked, exhaling a breath of satisfaction. "Completely wiped out. But I need you to handle something for me."

Volkov chuckled. "Of course you do. What is it this time?"

I grinned. "I'm faking my death."

There was a brief pause.

Then—

Volkov burst out laughing. "Hah! You always impress me, Samuel. But faking your own death just to get away from your pathetic wife? Now that's something else."

I chuckled. "Mr. Volkov, you know me. If I want to fake my death, I'll do it. And as for that whore? She can spread her legs for whoever she likes—I don't give a damn."

Volkov laughed even harder. "Ah, Samuel. You truly have no mercy."

I smirked. "Why should I? She had no mercy when she brought men into our bed and humiliated me."

Volkov exhaled, his tone turning serious. "Very well, Samuel. I will arrange everything. By tomorrow morning, the world will believe you are dead."

I grinned. "Good. And while you're at it, I want a new passport."

Volkov raised an eyebrow. "A new identity? And what name shall I put on it?"

I smirked, my emerald eyes glowing with amusement.

"Wolf."

Volkov chuckled. "A fitting name. Ruthless, calculating, and untouchable."

I nodded. "Exactly. Make sure it's Russian. That way, Bardot won't even think twice."

Volkov hummed in approval. "Consider it done. I will handle Arkanis and ensure his daughter is safe by morning. Your papers will be ready as well."

I let out a satisfied breath. "Perfect. Then tomorrow... Samuel Gebb dies. And Wolf is born."

Henry, who had been listening in, smirked. "Damn. You really like making things dramatic."

I grinned. "Hey, if I'm gonna disappear, might as well make it interesting."

Volkov chuckled. "Indeed. Well then, Mr. Wolf, I'll see you soon."

The call ended.

I exhaled, staring at the flames of what was once Project Hades.

Goodbye, Samuel Gebb.

Tomorrow, I would no longer be a private investigator with a failed marriage.

Tomorrow, I would be a ghost.

And the world?

It wouldn't even know what hit it.

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[SYSTEM ALERT: QUEST COMPLETE – WAR OF ASCENSION]

Objective Completed:

✔ Eliminated Supreme Executioners of Project Hades

✔ Eradicated the Demonic Generals of the Hidden Order

✔ Destroyed the Abyssal Anchor

Rewards:

+10 Levels Each (Samuel: 116 | Henry: 116)

New Hidden Abilities Unlocked

Entry to the Final Stage of This World Unlocked

Cooldown Timer Activated – 3 Years Until Next World

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(Samuel's POV – The Countdown Begins)

As soon as the system notification popped up, I felt an immense surge of power flooding my body.

The Black Heart inside me pulsed violently, adapting to the new strength.

I clenched my fists, feeling the raw power coiling within my veins.

This... was something else.

Henry, standing beside me, rolled his shoulders, a golden aura swirling around him as his own Titan Heart adjusted.

He glanced at me, smirking. "Well, look at that. We finally hit the requirement."

I let out a dark chuckle. "Tch. About time."

Then, another notification popped up.

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[SYSTEM ALERT: TIME UNTIL WORLD TRANSFER – 3 YEARS]

NOTE: The system requires a three-year cooldown before transporting players to the next world. Use this time wisely to grow stronger and prepare for future threats.

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I smirked, staring at the countdown timer in my system.

Three years.

I knew it.

This world still had things to offer.

Opportunities.

Power.

And most importantly—unfinished business.

Henry exhaled, taking a sip from his whiskey flask. "Three years, huh?"

I chuckled. "Plenty of time to wrap things up."

Henry grinned. "Damn right."

Our journey wasn't over yet.

And in three years...

The next world would open.

And I would be ready.

(Samuel's POV – A Past Buried in Flames)

The night air was thick with the smell of gasoline.

I stood beside my Maserati, staring at the lifeless body sprawled on the ground.

A man who had no importance to me.

A man who, a few hours ago, was breathing, laughing, thinking he had control over his life.

Now?

Nothing but a corpse waiting to burn.

I poured the last of the gasoline over him, watching as the liquid soaked into his clothes, the ground beneath him already stained with his own blood.

I flicked open my lighter, staring at the small, dancing flame.

My mind drifted back—to a question that had been lingering for far too long.

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Should I Tell Her?

Abigail Bardot.

The woman who hated me.

The woman who ruined me.

But once upon a time... she loved me.

And once upon a time—I loved her, too.

Would things have been different if she knew the truth?

Would she have forgiven me if she knew why I left her at her lowest?

Because it wasn't by choice.

It was because of my so-called uncle, Mark.

The man who controlled the Bardot family's downfall.

The man who promised to invest in her company—

But only if I walked away and left her broken.

Four years ago, when she needed me the most, I became the villain of her story.

Because that's the role Mark wanted me to play.

I sighed, rolling my shoulders. "None of it matters anymore."

Abigail made her choices.

And now, so had I.

I wasn't Samuel Gebb, the heartbroken husband.

I wasn't the man she could torment and humiliate.

Now?

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I was the Wolf.

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Burning the Past

I flicked the lighter shut—then tossed it onto the gasoline-soaked body.

WHOOSH!

The flames roared to life, consuming the corpse in an instant.

The fire's glow reflected in my emerald eyes, flickering like the past I had just erased.

No evidence.

No name.

Just another unmarked grave in the world of monsters.

I leaned against my car, lighting a cigarette as I watched the fire burn.

As the smoke curled into the air, I let out a small, dark chuckle.

"Uncle Mark... was he really the villain of this story?"

Or was there something bigger at play?

Something I hadn't seen yet?

I exhaled, shaking my head.

"Doesn't matter."

Because in the end...

Everything burns.