Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 142 - : BATTLING KYLE

"I'm sorry, Jess. I just don't know... I feel like I can never forgive myself if I don't avenge my parents. I really wish I could let them go, but I feel like I'll never truly be free unless I avenge them completely," Greg spoke truthfully. For the first time, he revealed emotions he had never allowed himself to show—worry, fear, and a deep concern for how she would view him.

"Greg..." Jessica softly called. She could feel his inner turmoil, torn between vengeance and his desire not to hurt her family for her sake. Her heart ached, moved by the fact that he was distressed because of her.

"That's not what I want to say. My parents... they're dying either way," Jessica stuttered through her words, the weight of the truth almost too heavy to bear. Saying it aloud made it feel far too real.

"What do you mean?" Greg asked, disbelief in his voice. His mind rejected the idea, especially since the last time he saw them, they seemed fine—not sickly, not frail.

"They said it's the result of the demon leader they worked under... The whole story is messed up. Something about his aura—just being around it caused their bodies to break down. Now, they're going to die no matter what," Jessica disclosed, her breath unsteady and eyes brimming with tears.

Greg stared at her, torn. One part of him urged him to stay composed, to remain stoic and guarded. The other part, the more human part, wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and comfort her.

In the end, he chose the latter.

They held each other, saying nothing more, the silence between them louder than words—two souls drowning in the weight of circumstances beyond their control.

Jessica, while in his arms, told Greg about her parents' discovery of Kyle's plan to frame him for their deaths. Knowing their end was near and that they couldn't escape Kyle, they had resolved to atone for their past mistakes before the end.

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"So that's what happened? But that's crazy, isn't it?" Aaron blurted out after Greg finished his narration. "Don't get pissed at me, but I mean... her parents could've lived longer. So she might still hate you."

"That's love, young man. Not that you'd understand, seeing as you've never experienced it," Lilith replied, her tone blunt but calm. "She loves him. Her parents are dying—of course, her heart will ache. She'll be traumatized, yes, but soon, she'll come around. She'll either brainwash herself into forgetting or start blaming the demons and Kyle."

"So? How do you plan to help me with Kyle? Can we just get him now? I'm confident I can kill him," Greg said, tired of the endless talking.

"You sure?" Lilith asked, her interest clearly piqued.

"Yes. Clothes!" Greg commanded. His outfit shifted instantly, his casual wear transforming into something far more suited for battle.

"Interesting... Your dragon tongue has evolved—you're now using both words and thought. Quite the talent you are," Lilith mused as she stood to her feet, ready to lead Greg forward.

The day Greg would face Kyle again was arriving faster than anyone had expected.

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"Mum, you look so pale..." Kyle said as he stood at the bedside, staring at the woman who once radiated beauty and life. Now, her skin was ghostly, her body reduced to a frail and fragile shell of who she once was.

"Kyle... I'm... sorry... this wasn't what I wanted for you," Mrs. Albert whispered, her voice barely audible. "I wanted the best for my son. I'm sorry I failed you..."

"It's too late for this now. You don't seriously expect me to feel sad, do you?" Kyle replied coldly. His voice held no emotion, his eyes devoid of warmth.

Mrs. Albert could only smile, a painful and knowing smile. She knew her son had long chosen a path she couldn't follow—a path soaked in darkness.

"I love you," she said one last time, her voice trembling. Motherly warmth poured from her fragile frame, despite everything.

Kyle felt something stir in his chest. A flicker of something long buried. But it vanished as quickly as it came.

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He watched in silence as her breath shortened, broke, and finally stopped. Her life faded away quietly.

Kyle had always known this day would come—from the moment she found out how her husband died. Consumed. Eaten by her own son. She had never been the same again. The burden had crushed her spirit. And even if her husband had been a poor father or husband, she had loved him. That truth haunted her till the end.

Without a word, Kyle turned and left the room.

Driven by restless emotion, he moved toward Jessica's room, unable to bury the ache twisting inside him. He refused to show weakness. He wouldn't allow himself to feel sad.

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Kyle?" Jessica called, startled as her door was thrown open without even a knock.

She lay on her bed in her nightwear, just about to drift into sleep. Life had been chaotic since the demon invasion—battles every day, stress piling up.

"Jess... I'm sorry for barging in rudely," Kyle said. The apology was hollow; his face betrayed his real lack of remorse.

"It's fine," Jessica replied, forcing a weak smile.

"My mum is dead," Kyle said, his tone flat. Without waiting, he sat beside her on the bed.

Jessica felt a wave of panic rise in her chest. She knew something was wrong—terribly wrong.

"Jess... I can't wait anymore. I want you," Kyle said, his tone deadly serious.

Jessica's heart pounded. He wasn't going to take no for an answer—she could feel it. Her mind raced for an escape, but Kyle was stronger—stronger both in-game and in real life. Fighting was not an option.

"Kyle, please... give me more time. I'm tired. I can't do this right now," Jessica said, trying her best to sound calm, to reason with him.

Kyle's expression darkened. "You don't want me?"

"That's not what I mean," she replied quickly. "I just need more time to—"

"To what?" he snapped, his voice rising.

"To clear my head... to rest. This is too forced."

Kyle wasn't convinced. His emotions, twisted by grief, boiled to the surface. "Decide now. You fall for me... or you die."

Jessica stared at him, her chest tightening. Still, she stood firm.

"I'm sorry, Kyle... but I can't be with you," she said, her voice trembling but resolute.

"Very well then... I should send you to your parents," Kyle said coldly. He raised his hand, claws sprouting from his fingers, aiming straight for her chest.

Jessica closed her eyes.

But death didn't come.

Seconds passed.

She opened her eyes slowly, only to find Kyle lowering his hand.

"It seems we have visitors," he muttered, turning his back. "I'll be back for you."

And with that, he walked out, leaving her shaken but alive.