Transcending Realms With My Leveling System As A Demon-Chapter 95: Truth

The words lingered between them like poison gas.

"I killed him."

Frey did not scream. She did not cry. Her body froze, as if the concept itself had robbed her muscles of permission to move. Her eyes stared forward, unfocused, as if she were trying to see a version of reality where Zylus had not just spoken those words.

"You’re lying," she finally said.

Her voice was quiet, not defensive, but hollow. A statement made more out of instinct than belief.

Zylus stood still, arms relaxed at his sides. He did not soften his gaze, nor did he attempt to comfort her. He had learned long ago that some truths were not meant to be wrapped in kindness.

"I don’t lie about deaths," he replied. "Especially not ones that matter."

Frey’s fingers clenched against the pillow in her lap, the fabric creasing under her grip. Her breathing became uneven, shallow, as if the air around her had thickened.

"How," she whispered. "How did you even get close to him?"

"He underestimated me," Zylus said. "That was enough."

Her head snapped up, eyes burning.

"That’s it, you expect me to accept that Mordain Avari,s the fifth rank, one of the most dangerous men alive,e just underestimated you."

"Yes."

She laughed then, sharp and bitter, the sound cracking halfway through. The laugh quickly died, replaced by something far uglier.

"You think power gives you the right to decide who lives and who dies," she said. "You think you’re above consequence."

Zylus stepped closer, his presence heavy, oppressive in a way that was impossible to ignore.

"No," he said calmly. "I think consequence has always belonged to the powerful. I just stopped pretending otherwise."

She stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor.

"He saved us," she said. "You don’t get to erase that. He fed us when no one else would. He gave us a place in the world."

"He groomed you," Zylus replied. "And turned your brother into a weapon."

Her hands trembled at her sides.

"You weren’t there," she snapped. "You don’t know what it was like. We were starving. We were forgotten. The world had already decided we didn’t matter."

"And Mordain saw an opportunity," Zylus said. "Not compassion."

She turned away, pacing the room, her breath coming faster now. Memories rose uninvited, fragments of a past she had tried to justify for years.

"He still kept us alive," she muttered. "Twisted or not, he did."

"And he would have discarded you the moment you stopped being useful," Zylus said. "That is not salvation. That is delayed execution."

She stopped moving.

"What about my bro? her," she asked quietly.

"He’s alive," Zylus answered. "Still in the colosseum."

She exhaled sharply, relief flashing across her face before fear quickly replaced it.

"But Mordain was controlling him," she said. "He was the only one Zarek listened to."

"Not anymore."

Her shoulders sagged.

"Then he’ll lose himself completely."

"That was always coming," Zylus said. "Mordain just slowed it down for his own benefit."

She turned back toward him, eyes wet but defiant.

"I need to see him."

Zylus frowned slightly.

"That’s dangerous."

"I don’t care."

"He’s killed dozens of people."

"He’s still my brother."

The conviction in her voice was unshakable. Zylus studied her for a long moment, recognizing the same stubborn refusal to abandon blood that lived inside himself.

"You’ll regret it," he said.

"Maybe," she replied. "But I’ll regret doing nothing more."

Silence filled the room again, heavier this time, but not hostile. Something unspoken passed between them.

Zylus turned away.

"We leave at three," he said. "Emilia will be there."

Frey nodded slowly.

As Zylus stepped out of the hospital room, a system notification flickered across his vision.

[Emotional synchronization detected]

[Transcendent Sovereign influence is active]

[Frey Arclight’s emotional stability is rising] 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He dismissed it without comment, but the realization settled deep in his mind. His existence alone was beginning to alter others, not through commands, but through proximity.

So this is what it means to alter fate.

Outside, the city buzzed with its usual chaos. People moved unaware, living lives that balanced on invisible threads. Zylus walked among them, feeling strangely detached.

He bought breakfast at a market stall, food far too expensive for what it was. He ate slowly, observing faces, listening to laughter and arguments, watching the world pretend it was stable.

Life really is cheap, he thought. Power is the only currency that lasts.

He checked the time. Eleven twenty-seven.

Plenty of time.

Zylus left the stall and walked a few blocks away before stopping again. The market noise slowly faded behind him, replaced by wider streets and cleaner buildings. This part of the city was calmer, meant for people who did not worry about rent or food.

He checked the time once more to be sure.

Eleven twenty-seven meant he had over three hours. Enough time to clear his head, even if he doubted that was still possible.

He moved toward a transit platform and leaned against a pillar while waiting. The glass walls around him showed reflections of people coming and going, none of them aware of who stood among them.

He missed the mask.

Not the physical one, but the feeling of it. Back when no one looked twice. Back when he could walk without the world reacting to him.

Now, even standing still felt loud.

The platform lights flashed, signaling arrival. Zylus stepped inside the transit car and stood near the door. As it moved, the city shifted from crowded streets to higher districts, where buildings grew talle,r and space grew wider.

By the time the doors opened again, the clock read two forty-six.

He stepped out into the upper sector, where everything felt artificial. The air was filtered, the ground spotless, and security drones floated quietly above the walkways. This was the Shopping District, built for people with more money than sense.

Stores lined both sides of the wide path. Some sold clothing worth more than homes. Others sold items Zylus could not name, protected by glass and silent guards.

Emilia was already there.

She stood near a railing, scrolling through her system interface with a bored expression. The moment she noticed him, her posture changed, shoulders relaxing as she locked her interface away.

"You’re almost late," she said.

"Still early," Zylus replied.

She walked over without hesitation and slipped her arm around his, resting against him as if it was normal. Zylus stiffened for half a second before letting it happen.

It felt strange.

Not bad. Just unfamiliar.

"This place is overwhelming," Emilia said, glancing around. "Everyone looks fake."

"They are," Zylus said. "That’s the point."

They began walking together, her holding onto him a little tighter as people passed. Some glanced their way, eyes lingering longer than needed. Others looked away quickly.

Zylus noticed all of it.

"I don’t like this," Emilia said quietly.

"The attention," he asked.

She nodded.

"Feels like they know something."

"They don’t," he said. "They just feel it."

She leaned closer, pressing her shoulder against his arm. He did not pull away.

As they walked deeper into the district, the pressure grew. Not physical, but something beneath it. A low hum under his skin that made his senses sharpen.

Zylus frowned slightly.

He had felt this before.

A warning.

The clock above a nearby store read three twelve.

The timing felt wrong.

He slowed his pace, scanning the area more carefully. The buildings were still there, people still walking, but the sound felt muted, like it was being pushed away.

"You feel that," he said.

Emilia nodded almost instantly.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Something’s off."

The hum turned into a sharp tingle, running from his chest to the back of his head. His systems reacted on their own, flaring briefly before he forced them down.

Then the ground beneath them vanished.

Not collapsed. Not destroyed.

Gone.

Zylus felt weightless, the world dropping out from under him without warning. Emilia grabbed onto his jacket with both hands, eyes wide in panic.

"Zylus—"

Her voice cut off, and the sound disappeared.

Light vanished next.

The Shopping District, the buildings, the people, all of it folded away as it had never existed. Zylus felt himself suspended, neither falling nor standing.

Emilia was no longer in his arms.

He reached out instinctively, fingers closing around nothing. No air. No ground. Just endless black space stretching in every direction.

No up. No down.

No time.

Zylus steadied himself, breathing slowly even though it felt pointless.

So this is how they do it, he thought.

Alone in the space, with nothing responding to him, the tingle remained, sharper now, like something watching from far away.

Zylus clenched his fists.

"Show yourself," he said.

The void did not answer.

And the space around him stayed empty.

"Well, well," twelve silhouettes began showing themselves, but only one decided to speak, "Seems like we’re going to add another one to the tally."

Zylus clenched his fist, "Where the fuck am I?"

"Space."