A Novel Concept - A death a day, MC will live anyway! Chapter 226: Press F for the Geneva Conventions

"Now, the million-dollar question: why should I keep you alive?"

"Why would you kill ?" Ève asked. Her ntal voice betrayed genuine confusion. "Your real enemy is Sumstreh."

"I plan to offer a group rate to everyone involved in Sphinx's imprisonnt."

A joyless laugh echoed across the ntal bridge. "You think I had a choice? He asked to bring him another rival. According to the Guardian of Secrets, you were the only one with a chance to resist him. I'm sorry I threw you under the bus, but you were the perfect candidate."

Eve hadn't intended to strengthen Sumstreh by providing him with another compliant rival.

"What about Sphinx?"

"... I would have preferred another option, but it was my last chance. If I hadn't obeyed, I would be dead. Sphinx was regrettable collateral damage."

For a brief mont, Priam contemplated smashing Ève's head against the wooden bathtub. He had to activate [Emotional Discipline] to regain control.

"Sphinx has been a prisoner of the Fallen for thirteen days. She has spent half her life in prison!"

Under his anger, his cloak of fla began to flicker, and the room's temperature rose.

"Trading the freedom of two people for a chance to stay alive was the choice I had. You might have refused to submit, but I'm no saint."

"Neither am I," Priam replied, rembering his early Tribulations. "Unfortunately for you, vengeance speaks to more than justice. You hard my friend, and you will die for it."

"Maybe, but not today."

Priam raised an eyebrow. "You think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

A sneer resounded. "Killing this clone and thereby dissipating her divine mark would put Sphinx in danger."

Priam's hearts skipped a beat. What?!

"Explain," he said, preparing to use [There is No Heaven]. If Ève was so kind of lich who could possess other bodies, he wouldn't let his rival's soul escape.

"Sumstreh captured my original three days after her arrival in Elysium. She barely had ti to use her survival reward to resist their soul manipulation. I'd rather not go into details, but what's in front of you is a disposable shell."

Having survived three days, Priam had received Log-a-rhythm and Kazuki's temperance die. Apparently, the System had also saved Ève.

"Yet I sense your Domain. You have a soul."

"A soul that serves without being mine," corrected Ève’s clone. "If you had wanted, you could have done the sa with your subordinate."

Priam stifled a curse. He could indeed have turned Jasmine into the avatar of his system and then possessed her body without her death directly impacting him. If Ève had done sothing similar, the body in front of him was only as valuable as she deed it. Damn!

"Swear on your Potential that you have been telling the truth since the beginning of this conversation and will continue to do so until the end."

Priam hoped Ève was lying. Otherwise, the situation would beco complex.

"What a waste of Potential... I swear on my Potential that I haven't lied to you since the beginning of this conversation and will remain silent rather than do so for the next hour."

When the System descended and then withdrew without punishing his rival, Priam grimaced. Ève was capable of using the Potential of the soul she manipulated. But how?! Did the true owner agree with her actions?

Lvl Up: [Mind Bridge] lvl 4

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There were more urgent matters at hand.

"As long as you remain in Log-a-rhythm, do you have the possibility to communicate in any way with Sumstreh, your original, or anyone else? In the past, present, or future."

"You're the paranoid type, aren't you? Well, with the Necromoon up in the sky, I'm limited.I have no way to communicate with Sumstreh—except by dying. They will sense the dissipation of the divine mark. My original will also be inford. I can't communicate with anyone else."

"Will the original be inford of more than your death?"

"..."

Frowning at the lack of response, Priam realized the clone might be able to pass on a final ssage to the original before dying. He also noted that, for so reason, his rival had not created a direct link between the original and the copy. Lack of Potential or lack of trust?

"Let's recap: this isn't your true body, nor your true soul. What is it then?"

"This knowledge won't help you to kill Sumstreh."

"But it will help kill Ève."

His vendetta against his rival wouldn't end after he killed just a clone. A good enemy was a dead enemy.

"Your intimidation ga is pathetic," Ève’s clone sighed. "I'm already willing to cooperate with you to kill Sumstreh and save your precious little Sphinx."

Internally, Priam seethed. The bitch who manipulated his friend thought she had control of the conversation, and it infuriated him deeply. The dragon within him roared, and Priam forgot about the Geneva Conventions.

With one hand, he seized the clone's right index finger and pulled. With a squelching noise, the ligant gave way and the bone followed. Sap had already regenerated his rival's vocal cords, and she used them to scream at the top of her lungs.

Calmly, Priam observed his macabre find before tossing it into the bath. "Your nails are sharp and curved… You took this body from an Aelbes, didn't you?"

"Fuck you!" Ève’s clone scread hoarsely. Still blind, she was desperately trying to put her finger back in place.

"I see you've found your voice and lost your arrogance."

"If you think I'll give in to torture, you're wrong!"

"I'm not going to torture you," Priam replied. The only person he liked to torture was himself. "I'll even consider your alliance proposal. You know why?"

"Go to hell—"

His kinetic proficiency blocked the sound wave, and Priam seized another finger with his Domain. The threat subdued the clone.

"I repeat my question: do you know why I'll consider an alliance between us?"

"... No."

"Because I'm pragmatic," he acknowledged. "Sphinx's life is precious, and that's all that matters to . If I have to put up with you a few more days to increase her chances of survival, so be it."

Unleashing his Aura, Priam put pressure on his prisoner. "However, if anything goes awry, I'll detonate an H-bomb in Sumstreh's lair, resurrect my friend with a Colosseum’s reward, and unleash the tribes on your other clones. Got it?"

According to the Phoenix Prince, the Wheels of Reincarnation were quite traumatic, which was the only reason it wasn't his main plan. Rose had been fortunate to die in another universe.

"...Got it," his rival replied, her throat tight.

"Now, let's get down to business. Why do you need my help?"

None of his rivals were weak, and Priam was sure Ève was no exception. Just looking at the puppet before him made that abundantly clear.

Pressing her injured hand against her burned chest, Ève’s clone cleared her throat. "Our dear god has fallen, but they’re far from being idiotic. Both my original and Sphinx are prisoners in their Domain. They could kill them in a fraction of a second. Our only chance to save them is to work together, you from the outside, from the inside. If the original goes all-out, she could distract the Fallen for a few seconds."

ntally, Priam raised the danger level of his rival. That she could neutralize a Tier 4 in their own Domain was terrifying.

"And you? I an, this clone."

"I can smooth relations between you and the tribes and spy on the Fallen."

Thanks to their trade agreents, Priam didn't think he'd have trouble with the Gaeserts and Snaherts, but the Aelbes were a thorn in his side. After a minute of reflection, he raised the most important question.

"How can I be sure your original won't try to double-cross by kidnapping Sphinx after Bastard falls?"

"You have a better chance of defeating than a Tier 4," Ève pointed out.

"You're trying to flatter my ego," Priam smiled coldly. "But you're not wrong. Fine, let's ally to free Sphinx—and slay Bastard. But I'll need so guarantees..."

"I can swear on my Potential—"

"Not enough," Priam interrupted. "I need a stronger guarantee. I'll implant a sub-system in you."

Ève’s clone recoiled before hissing, "I won't accept sothing so intrusive!"

Priam was surprised by the reaction. He expected a refusal but not to see her hiss like a cat—an inherited reaction from the possessed female Aelbes.

"It'll just be a surveillance system capable of killing you at any mont," Priam ironically reassured her. "It will observe your actions without reading your thoughts or mories."

"... An intelligent kill switch."

"Indeed."

"... I suppose it's better to die after the Fallen falls than now," the clone said after hesitating for a few seconds.

From her tone, Priam understood that if he didn't kill her, Ève would. Yet the clone accepted her death to help the original. Faced with loyalty as terrifying as it was artificial, Priam shuddered.

Priam opened his eyes under the dim light. With a grunt, he struggled to sit up. He felt no physical or spiritual aftermath, but his ntal state was... disturbed. Despite [Homo Elysian Obsession] and [He Who Eludes Death], his last death had shaken him—more than all the others combined.

The pain had been spiritual, so his absolute mory hadn't recorded it in every detail. However, Priam wouldn't soon forget the primal terror he had felt. He had committed a sacrilege that the re ntion of made him sick. All he had to do was close his eyes to rember the knife piercing and cutting his soul, his ego, his personality, his mories and his experiences.

Knowing he would resurrect hadn't helped him rationalize the horror for a mont.

Pushing aside the sha, Priam looked around, sighing in relief as he felt the reassuring presence of Log-a-rhythm.

"I ain't ready to do that again," he murmured, condensing his mist around him. After a few seconds under cold water, he opened his eyes again and dried himself with a fla capable of lting tin. He instantly felt Pyro's new proximity. His affinity had jumped by ten percent—twice as much as usual.

Why?

Curiosity pushed aside the abjection, and Priam opened the System log.

His add-on had cut off a piece of his soul, then rged it with the sub-system hidden in Ève's clone's soul space. As his soul fell apart, he had immolated it directly in Pyro's flas. Unlike his previous suicides, the pressure hadn't caused his soul space to explode—which explained the absence of dilation of his Domain—but the Concept had burned the inside of his soul directly.

In Priam's opinion, it wasn't worth it.

What lifted his spirits was the connection linking him to the sub-system implanted in the clone's soul. Unlike his link with Jasmine, he didn't feel the young woman's emotions and couldn’t read her thoughts.

However, he could observe her actions in real-ti.

Better yet, the presence of a part of his soul allowed the sub-system to perceive the aether. Taking advantage of his vivacity's evolution, one add-on process monitored the outside world, and a second analyzed the clone's soul. It had already begun copying the runes of common skills found on the first layer.

Priam smiled, seeing that his gamble was already starting to pay off. Blinking, he reconnected to his own body and stepped through a portal to his new training room. It was ti to focus on himself.

"Assistant, let’s get Heavenly Dragon!"

[Training regin.

I) Physical capabilities:

Purchase traps to accelerate the developnt of physical resistances. Priority to the Gravity Trap.Unlock the remaining two Tortures and use your various rewards.…

Seeing the harrowing suggestions put forth by his system, Priam smiled. It was ti to soar!