Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

Chapter 181 - 181: Failure And Salvation

Entry #131 — Disappointment

``IT'S NO USE! IT'S NO FUCKING USE!

I can't! I just can't seem to keep them ALIVE!

I don't know what the FUCK I'm doing wrong!

I've tried everything! EVERYTHING!``

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Entry #134 — Soul Density

``I've come to realize something.

Awakened have different levels of potential.

I used to wonder why.

Why could I only ascend to [B-rank], while my childhood friend — the boy I grew up with like a brother… the boy who betrayed me — could reach [S-rank]?

Why can't everyone continue developing their Origin Cards infinitely?

Why can't we just keep absorbing Essence and leveling up our souls?

Now I know.

It's because every soul has a Density.

I've confirmed this through my experiments. Even after fusion, some individuals retain their sense of self over their fused counterparts.

No matter how identical both Subjects are — in body, in background, in personality, even in powers — one of them always dominates the other.

And since I ensure the flesh is equally merged, that means the difference isn't in the body at all.

It's in the soul.

Some souls are simply heavier. Denser. And they always seem to hold higher potential than the ones they were fused with.``

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Entry #135 — A Ray of Hope?

``If I'm right — if souls really do have Density — then I must confirm it.

I've done the math. But without observation, I can't be certain.

However, that leads to another question — how does one even observe a soul?

After all, wasn't that the whole point of this journey? Wasn't this why I started these experiments? To understand the soul?

What is a soul?

Where is it?

It clearly doesn't exist on the physical plane, and it can't be seen by mundane people.

Even those Awakened with soul-related abilities don't fully grasp it.

I asked one of them. He said the soul exists on another plane — like shadows. We could not see it, just its effects — like shadows.

It exists in a metaphysical realm. But even he didn't really understand what that meant.

So how could I?

But I must.

I must.

I must observe a soul and find a way forward.

If not… if I fail… then what the fuck was all this for?!``

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The next few entries were either blank or filled with mad scrawlings — diagrams that made no sense, broken formulas, repeated words, chaotic crossings-out.

I assumed this was when Rexerd finally broke. He went mad. More than he already was back then.

I figured he never found the answer. He had no way forward. The weight of that failure must've crushed him.

But when I reached the last few entries…

…I realized I couldn't have been more wrong.

Rexerd did go mad.

But not because he failed.

No.

He went mad because he was too close to the truth.

And when he finally grasped that truth, it seemed it was far more maddening than silence.

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Entry #I don't fucking remember the number anymore…

``...I have seen it.

I had to do so much work.

After countless months of re

They are Warlocks! All five of them! Every last one!

How dare they?

How dare they be Warlocks… and still keep so much knowledge hidden from us?!

Those DAMN hypocrites!

I'll help the Nameless Lords.

I'll help them kill the Monarchs.

I'LL KILL THOSE FUCKING LIARS!

After discarding my Origin Card, I formed a contract with a Scrient — a type of Essent.

I'm also a Warlock now.

My task is to assist Varion the Unbound in perfecting the Alchemy of Souls.

Because even if the Alchemy of Souls was a failure…

…it can still create monsters.

And we're going to need a full army of monsters… to kill the modern gods of humanity.

I'll kill them all.

I'll kill the Monarchs.

This is my salvation.``