Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 295: ONE DISPELL ONE LIFE

Healer and Will were both mortally wounded from the variant’s devastating assault.

Within the Hell Realm, having gained a brief breather, Ezekiel took a moment to assess their condition. He knew time was running out. His body was trembling from mana depletion, and both he and Will were barely clinging to life.

They could perhaps make a final stand — but only after resting and restoring themselves. That fragile hope was all they had.

With shaking hands, Ezekiel pulled out several mana regeneration potions from his inventory. The numerous healing spells he’d cast had drained him dry, and without mana, his usefulness as a healer had all but vanished. He popped the potion open, tilting it to his lips—but the familiar surge of energy never came. Instead, a cold notification blinked before his eyes.

[You are currently in the Hell Realm. Consumables cannot be used without the Lord of Hell’s Realm consent.]

A wave of helplessness washed over Ezekiel.

He stared blankly at the notification. Their conditions were critical—HP draining rapidly—and yet he couldn’t even use basic potions to save their lives. Getting Lilith’s consent? That was impossible right now. She was scattered, struggling to save the others in the mortal world. She couldn’t afford even a second of lapse in concentration.

One by one, the others were being teleported into the Hell Realm as well—battered, bloodied, and bruised. But unlike Ezekiel and Will, they weren’t at death’s door.

[Your HP is critically low!]

The system notifications plastered their interfaces, a grim countdown to oblivion.

Ezekiel checked his MP—a thin, almost nonexistent sliver remained. He only had enough to cast one more spell. Just one.

No healing. No miracles.

Only a single dispel spell stood between them and death.

He looked to Will, then to the others. The moment had come to make the hardest choice a healer ever could—who to save?

"What’s the matter, Ezekiel? We need the healing!" Will pleaded, panic thick in his voice. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he gritted his teeth, trying to endure.

"I can only cast one dispel spell..." Ezekiel said quietly, voice hoarse. "I don’t have enough mana for anything else, and I can’t replenish it here... not without Lilith’s consent."

Will’s expression crumbled. He looked down, silent for a long second. Then he exhaled shakily and turned to Ezekiel again with a heavy, resolved look.

"You should use it on yourself," he said firmly. "This isn’t the time to be noble. You’ve got a wife, Ezekiel. A daughter. You have to survive, man. For them." ƒreewebɳovel.com

Ezekiel flinched. The words hurt more than they should have.

The fear of death was real, gnawing at the edges of Will’s voice, but he’d already made peace with it. Even as that primal fear rose, Will refused to let someone else die in his place.

But Ezekiel... smiled.

"As a doctor, saving others has always been the only true happiness I’ve ever known," he whispered. "Saving your life will bring me more peace than saving my own ever could."

"Don’t be stupid!" Will growled, eyes glassy. "This is one of those moments where being selfish is the right thing to do! You’re important, Ezekiel. Your talent is irreplaceable. You’re our last healer—our lifeline."

But Ezekiel only shook his head slowly, his expression firm.

"I already took the selfish route once," he said softly. "And that mistake cost a man his parents. I can’t... I won’t do that again."

"Ezekiel, don’t be foolish, for God’s sa—"

"Dispel."

Ezekiel didn’t wait for Will to finish. The spell activated, white light shimmering through the Hell Realm as the corrupted blood within Will was purged. The glow of cleansing magic faded into the red-lit skies.

The others said nothing. They had heard every word. They understood what Ezekiel had done.

Brian’s hands clenched into fists. His eyes were vacant, chest rising and falling like something was pressing down on it. He felt sick—because deep down, he knew this was his fault. He had insisted on coming to the Empire. His obsession with uncovering the truth had now cost them lives.

Chris, sensing Brian’s pain, placed a hand on his shoulder.

Will lay silently on the scorched obsidian ground, tears streaming down his cheeks, mingling with the soot and ash.

"You fool..." he choked out. "I was the useless one. I was the expendable one, not you..."

He didn’t care about pride anymore. Not when his friend had given everything to save him.

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★ ★ ★

Greg held Jessica’s body tightly in his arms, the world around him blurring with each heartbeat. The numbness of shock gripped his chest, squeezing until it hurt.

And then—

A voice.

Mocking. Cruel.

A dagger driven through his ears.

"Come now," Emperor Augustus said, stepping out with that same arrogant smirk. "One death can’t be enough to break you, can it? You killed Clown so easily. Hah! That idiot should’ve brought me along with him."

Greg’s fingers curled tighter around Jessica’s limp form.

"Take care of her," he said quietly, without even looking at Lilith behind him.

The flame wall had finally died down, revealing Lilith’s face—eyes red and glassy. Even the once-proud Lord of Lust couldn’t control her emotions now. She had ruled nations of demons, but this... this pierced her soul.

Lilith nodded solemnly, stepping forward and picking up Jessica’s body. She opened a black rift to the Hell Realm and gently carried Jessica’s form inside. But she did not enter herself.

She couldn’t leave Greg—not in this state.

Not when he looked like a storm ready to tear the world apart.

Greg turned his gaze on Augustus, his golden irises glowing crimson from his tears. His eyes locked onto the Emperor like a predator sizing up prey.

Except the prey this time... was no innocent rabbit.

It was a snake in royal robes.

"Heaven’s Might."

The world trembled as Greg activated his divine skill.

A blinding aura of power surged through him, and in an instant, every single one of his stats exploded by 4000%—a result of multiplying his 2000 divinity points by 2%.

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░▒▓▌ STATUS WINDOW ▐▓▒░

User: Nemesis

Job: Devourer

Level: 103 (20,511,681 / 21,000,000 EXP)

Health: 290,000

Strength: 71,176 (+35,588)

Speed: 59,942 (+29,971)

Stamina: 54,095

Intelligence: 61,500

Constitution: 44,772

Divinity: 0

Free Attribute Points: 0

Talents:

[S-rank – Talent Share]

[SSS-rank – Observer]

[EX-rank – God of Wealth]

Concepts:

[DARKNESS]

[ABSOLUTE RESOLUTION]

[DEATH] (Absolute Concept)

Assimilations:

Law of Darkness: 25%

Absolute Concept of Corruption: 20%

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Greg’s divinity stat dropped to zero temporarily. But it didn’t matter. Not for the next ten minutes. His stats had soared beyond imagination—he stood at the very peak of power.

Across from him, Emperor Augustus narrowed his eyes. He tried to maintain his arrogance, but unease flickered behind his gaze. Even now, his regal posture faltered slightly.

"You should recognize him," Augustus sneered. "Alexander worked under you, after all. Come now, Alexander, say hello to your old master."

The shadow variant rose to its feet, blood oozing from its wounds. It raised its hand to form blood bullets.

"Huh?" Augustus blinked.

His eyes went wide.

He hadn’t seen it. He hadn’t seen anything.

One moment, Greg stood still. The next—he was inches from the variant, his hand plunged through its chest.

Clutched in Greg’s fingers... was its core, crushed cruelly without remorse.

> [You have killed a high-level shadow variant.]

[+4% Law of Darkness Assimilated.]

Greg didn’t even blink. His face was blank, lips sealed. His eyes—those cold, unfeeling eyes—showed nothing.

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