The Heroine is My Stepsister, and I'm her Final Boss-Chapter 76: High Human?

The wind was different now.

Not cruel, not kind—just...aware. It moved through the trees with the hush of an audience after a tragedy. No birdsong. No distant thunder. Just the quiet judgment of a morning that knew too much.

Atlas exhaled slowly. The breath dragged out of him like thread from an unraveling spool.

[Mind stat unlocked... Congratulations.]

[With the Heart of an Ancient Being, the Blood of Jörmungandr, the Seeds of Yggdrasil, and now the Mind capable of comprehending true Reality and Law, Host is eligible to evolve.]

[New Evolutionary Path Unlocked: High Human.]

He stared at the notifications.

Not with joy. Not with awe.

With curiosity .

"...What kind of plot progression is this?" he muttered.

His hand went to his temple, pressing there like he could smother the ache from the inside. The other clenched against his thigh, knuckles white from restraint. His vision swam—not from tears or fatigue, but the weight of a world that was no longer written in his language. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"High Human," he said aloud. The words felt absurd in his mouth. "That wasn’t even an option. Not in the game. Not in the lore. Just... Human. Always human. Default."

Default.

He’d been born with that word on his back. The unremarkable one. The runt of fate’s litter. And now—

Now, the System whispered that he had changed. That he had evolved. That he had become something that had no precedent.

But evolution didn’t mean progress, it didn’t mean growth, it was a symbol of acceptance and change. Both which he was not ready for.

Not here.

Not now.

"My mind is still numb from the shitty memories....But let’s see, what’s it’s worth.." he voiced, clicking the evolution description. The description came into view and as he read, his eyes gradually opened up and at the end of the description, he couldn’t help but sit in silence, all to himself.

"Definitely Not now....the time requirement is very high." He voiced in concern.

No, Not when Lara was standing alone beneath a burning sky, not when Berkimhum trembled with the weight of a war no one yet understood. Not when his people stared at the sunless night and wondered if they would ever sleep again.

He didn’t have the luxury of evolution.

He needed control.

He needed ’time’.

"Nope," he breathed, brushing the notifications away. "I would turn to a whole new person.....the phases...the phases scare me the most..."he said. Still thinking about the evolution.

The interface dimmed. The golden glow faded into the morning mist, like a story that didn’t want to be read yet.

He stood.

Slowly. Too slowly.

His legs almost gave out beneath him. His spine crackled like old branches. Every muscle screamed in a language made of acid and time.

But he stood.

The earth was solid beneath his feet. That, at least, hadn’t changed.

The world around him was wrong. Too real. No filters. No systems muting the texture of reality. He could feel every grain of sand, every fiber in his cloak, every gust of wind scouring his skin.

His mind wouldn’t stop showing him images—aftershocks of memories that weren’t his. Or weren’t only his.

He saw Dracula’s face again. Not proud. Not wicked. Just... tired. Like a friend giving up not from hate or mercy, but from heartfelt compassion. As he voiced towards the Guide,

.....Maybe....i will try that reincarnation thing....Even though we are far apart, maybe, just maybe, in my next incarnation.....

He heard his wish. Not a sound, but a feeling—like a violin string pulled past the point of music.

Atlas’s hand trembled.

"Not now," he whispered. "Focus."

He took a step.

And something grabbed his ankle.

He reacted instantly—bone-born instincts firing faster than thought. He dropped into a low stance and slammed his fist into the ground beside him.

The dirt exploded.

And from the crater, a familiar voice groaned.

"...Ow. Ow. Ow. Stop punching me, you lunatic."

Atlas blinked.

A shape was rising from his shadow—a tall, moss-shouldered figure cloaked in void and memory.

"Veil?" Atlas said, heart stuttering.

The Void Giant dusted himself off with exaggerated drama. One spectral hand rubbed his temple where the punch had landed. "Yes," he muttered. "Unfortunately."

Atlas laughed.

It sounded cracked. Wrong. But it was laughter.

"You’re here? I thought you— I thought you stayed back. With your mother and all...."

Veil tilted his head, his single eye gleaming like moonlight caught in a puddle. "I’m not the same anymore....I changed, and I wanna change...."

Atlas let out a breath.

But Veil didn’t smile.

He shifted, shadow stretching outward like spilled ink.

"I’m not alone."

Atlas’s breath caught.

"...Who else?"

Veil didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he stepped aside, letting his shadow lengthen unnaturally far. It curled into a path—no, a pointing line. A road made of dusk, arcing across the ridges and up a hill.

Atlas followed its direction.

There, in the east, the land moved.

Not in motion—but in intention.

A hill.

Too smooth.

Too curved.

Too alive.

The shimmer that danced across it wasn’t light. It wasn’t even magic.

It was awareness.

"That came with you?" Atlas whispered.

Veil nodded. "It followed us through the Dreaming. Slipped between the cracks when the Law broke."

Atlas took a slow step back.

"What is it?"

"We don’t have words for it anymore," Veil said. "Not in any living tongue. Not even my mother gave it a name. Only a warning."

"What warning?"

Veil’s voice deepened.

"’The Son of the Sun God doesn’t have a heart...only logic.’"

Atlas stared at the sleeping giant. The shimmer across its spine trembled.

"Has it looked yet?" he asked.

"No," Veil said. "But it’s sleeping..."

Atlas almost laughed. ’...I thought dreaming was dead.’

A pause.

Then—Veil’s voice lowered.

"Oh yeah, about Eli.....she’s gone, she said thank you....for everything...."

Atlas heard but didn’t answer.

Because the world suddenly felt very small.

And he, newly made, was somehow smaller.

Veil crossed his arms, eye watching him carefully. "Hmmm....You should rest. While you still can." He voiced, changing the subject.

"I don’t think I can," Atlas murmured.

"You will," Veil said. "Because when this Giant wakes up, the future I see is not bright, not bright at all.."

Atlas looked up at the sky.

Clear. Quiet.

And still, something whispered beneath the earth.

Not a voice.

But an invitation.

He thought of Eli. Of Lara. Of his people.

And then, of the thing in the hill.

Still sleeping.

But not for long.

He clenched his jaw.

"....I’m not ready...not ready to face this reality of mine..." he whispered.

"...No one ever is," Veil replied.

And behind them, the hill trembled. Just once.

Like a breath.

Like a memory about to open its eyes.

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