Chapter 213: I Did Not Lie

After Otto’s voice faded, the Communicator Crystal hung up.

Red’s expression was dark as he set his own Communicator Crystal down.

No matter how many doubts he had, no matter how unacceptable it was, the truth remained.

The mastermind behind this drama was Otto himself!

Furthermore, it was highly likely that he had already kidnapped Litt and reached the Demon Sanctuary on the Twenty-Fifth Floor ahead of them!

Red knew time was of the essence.

He had to reach the hidden area of the Twenty-Fifth Floor at full speed.

He immediately turned to Mason, who was still in the thick of the fight.

“Litt has been transported to the Demon Sanctuary on the Twenty-Fifth Floor. We have to get there now!”

However, an extremely thorny problem stood in their way.

The Spiny Hyenas, completely twisted by some unknown power and driven into a frenzy, were like an endless, mindless black tide.

Wave after wave crashed against them!

They used suicidal charges to lock down Mason’s defensive line, giving them no room to disengage or regroup.

To keep moving forward, someone had to stay behind!

Mason’s gaze sharpened.

Just as he was about to order Monica, the Cerberus, and its “attachment” to take on the task, Liz’s figure suddenly cut to the front of the line.

Liz held a low-quality longsword she had scavenged from the side of a fallen Adventurer.

Its edge was already chipped and curled, but even so, she took Mason’s place and blocked the impact of the monster tide.

“Leave this to us,” Liz said, her voice as cold as ever.

She turned her gaze to Red.

“Just leave me ten knight swords.”

She paused halfway through before adding, “I’ll pay you back once we return to Nightbright Town… Don’t die.”

***

Red remained silent.

Without asking questions, harboring doubts, or showing even a hint of hesitation—acting like the well-coordinated teammate he had always been—he raised his hand.

Pure Magic surged, compressed, and took shape in his palm.

Within ten or so seconds, more than ten knight swords were thrust into the ground.

Although they were temporary creations and far inferior in quality to his usual work, they were enough for Liz.

“Go now.”

Whether as a former teammate or a stranger, Red spoke solemnly.

“Thank you.”

Immediately after, he and Mason rushed toward the Twenty-Fifth Floor without stopping.

***

Inside the Demon Sanctuary on the Twenty-Fifth Floor, Litt put down the Communicator Crystal.

The chaotic and blurry Script in her mind manifested once again.

These were images and words she had seen countless times.

Every day and night, whenever she closed her eyes, this nightmare-like scene would surface in her mind.

It had reached the point where Litt was already numb to it.

The images in her mind grew clearer and more realistic, as if the ending depicted would descend upon her in the very next second.

Even if no one told Litt where she was, she could vaguely guess… this was the Twenty-Fifth Floor.

She finally understood.

Although she had known the person in the Script images was her, because it was shown in a first-person perspective, she hadn’t realized that the “me” in the visions was actually Litt, not Letia.

Thus, Litt understood why the role she played was Red’s Bright Moonlight.

It fit the saying perfectly:

“Only a dead Bright Moonlight is a good Bright Moonlight.”

‘Damn this shitty Script!’ Litt silently raised a middle finger to the sky.

Who could have expected this?

She had only found out a few days ago that there was no so-called “Real Litt,” and before she could even process it, she was transported to this gods-forsaken place.

And now…

Looking at the eerie Demon Altar ahead and feeling the Magic being gradually stripped from her body, Litt couldn’t help but sigh.

The fear and despair in her heart were outweighed by her disappointment in Otto himself.

She had considered many possibilities, but being schemed against by Otto was never one of them.

It was the first time since coming to this world that she had suffered such a massive betrayal.

She never expected that a single betrayal would be enough to cost her… her life.

“Why…?”

Litt sighed.

Since she couldn’t take off the Mask, she felt much more fragile, and her state of mind was no longer as calm as it once was.

Not long ago, she could face death with composure, but now that it was here, she was terrified.

‘However, Red just reached me on the crystal.

That seems to be a plot point that wasn’t in the original Script… can the Script still be rewritten?’

Litt tried to take another look at the Script in her mind, only to find the images had become blurry once more.

Unlike the long-lasting haze on the Twenty-Seventh Floor, the Script this time felt as if it were shrouded in fog that was being rapidly blown away.

The original scene of her being torn apart by the monster tide had vanished.

In its place was a scene of her lying quietly in Red’s arms.

‘Has the ending been rewritten?’

Litt was stunned, but her excitement soon grew.

‘As expected of the original male lead, I have to rely on Red!

A single call was enough to rewrite my ending…’

‘Wait?

Is something wrong?’

Litt’s joy didn’t last long before she realized a very serious problem.

The Script image was now being shown in the third person.

Previously, everything had been in the first person.

While she couldn’t rule out the possibility that this was someone else looking at her, as a short person who wasn’t even 150 centimeters tall, Litt knew clearly that the person in the image looking at “Litt” was indeed herself — specifically, Letia.

Moreover, even though the image had no sound, she could tell from the expressions of Red and those around him that this didn’t look like a reunion or a happy ending.

Litt’s chest in the vision was stained deep red.

This left Litt completely bewildered.

‘Wait… am I dead or not?!’

‘Wasn’t it established that Litt is me and I am Litt?

If the Litt in the image is dead, then what is the deal with “me” watching from the shadows?’

‘A Magical Doll doesn’t bleed, so the one in Red’s arms can’t be Ella either, right?’

Litt felt like her brain was about to short-circuit.

This situation was more mind-boggling than a god faking his own death.

Before she could figure it out, light footsteps echoed in the darkness.

Even without looking up, she knew exactly who was walking toward her.

Otto stopped and looked at the white-clad Nun not far away.

He spoke in a playful, mocking tone.

“Your reaction is unexpectedly calm, Sister Litt.”

Seeing Otto’s punchable face, Litt surprisingly didn’t get angry.

She merely replied with her usual sarcastic tone.

“What happened to the promise not to scheme against me? My dear Bishop.”

At this, Otto suddenly laughed for no apparent reason.

“Sister Litt, I… I didn’t lie.”