Thought It Was 'The End', Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 123
That Person, The Villain’s Other Half
Just a little more.
Just a little.
Show me your face.
Who are you…
Adeline struggled to open her eyes.
But with her neck being held, her upper body was submerged in water, and the incessant bubbles obscured her vision.
It wasn’t as if she could simply stop breathing, either.
She knew this was a dream, and she knew that death would end it, but the instinct to fight for air was agonizing.
Even though she understood that this was something she had to go through, Adeline couldn’t find a way to surrender her life. Nor did she want to.
Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?
If you’re going to kill an innocent person, at least let me know who you are.
Don’t be cowardly, hiding behind the face of someone I love…
Wandering through the endless dream, Adeline stubbornly gathered clues.
In some dreams, she couldn’t open her eyes and died in vain. In others, she was too distraught to do anything but cry, yet she endured.
She prevented the accident that almost put Shane in danger and even managed to stop Edwin from getting injured when she didn’t have to.
‘I should have just let Edwin fend for himself.’
It felt like she’d gained nothing but more trouble, yet she had no regrets, knowing she couldn’t leave him to get hurt.
However, she hadn’t uncovered a single clue about the most important one—the ‘sorcerer’.
Now, out of sheer stubbornness, she refused to die quietly.
Especially in a dream like this, where someone whose face she couldn’t see tried to kill her outright.
The hands grasping her neck were too small for Lloyd, Shane, or Edwin.
Judging by the thin wrists gripping her throat, it was clearly a woman, but Genevieve’s hands were larger and stronger.
‘Genevieve always cries when she tries to kill me…’
She wouldn’t strangle her while looking her in the eyes.
From her experiences, Adeline had identified the patterns of those trying to kill her.
Genevieve attacked while shedding tears. Lloyd preferred poison—perhaps to preserve the body, he usually killed with a single blow.
Edwin used the people around her, avoiding dirtying his own hands, and was often accompanied by someone manipulating him.
Shane was the opposite of Edwin.
He always killed her directly. Whether it was hunting her in the forest like in the first dream or slashing her throat with a knife in front of the burning Bertrand mansion, he always did it himself.
Eighty percent of the massacre endings were Shane’s handiwork.
Adeline instinctively realized that the person strangling her now was the sorcerer she had been searching for.
If this dream was one of many possible futures, perhaps something had changed in this sorcerer as well.
‘The sorcerer has decided to kill me directly…’
Adeline quickly understood what this meant.
Those who tried to kill her were usually the ones she loved.
Sometimes, they borrowed someone else’s hands, but their murderous intent always stemmed from some emotion they harbored toward her.
Be it resentment, love, or pity.
A person who didn’t know her, or was merely used as a tool, had never tried to kill her.
The reason she couldn’t see the ‘sorcerer’ in her dreams until now was that she hadn’t tried to kill her directly before.
What sudden whim has driven her to do so now?
‘Who do you think you are!’
What have I done to deserve being killed by you? How dare you.
If the story had gone as it should, they would never have crossed paths.
Unlike the deeply entwined individuals, whether good or bad, Adeline and the sorcerer had no connection.
Being killed out of the blue by someone whose face she didn’t even know—there couldn’t be a more disgraceful death. If she had to die, she wouldn’t die quietly. She flailed her nearly powerless limbs.
As her fingers caught a fistful of long hair, she yanked it hard, and the grip on her neck loosened for a moment.
Adeline didn’t miss the chance. Kicking the person pinning her down in the stomach, she rolled to the side.
Coughing up water and desperately sucking in air, she noticed someone approaching her curled-up figure.
She looked up.
It was a woman.
A woman with long black hair…
“You crazy b***h, if you’d just died quietly, you wouldn’t have to struggle like this.”
Who are you to talk, damn it…
Something heavy struck Adeline’s head.
