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Turning Point at the Brink of Death and the Rise of the Overlord
Author: Deaz84
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"One more step, and her soul will be erased forever. Will you let her die, or will you surrender 100% of your soul to me right now?"

Siska's distorted dual voice still echoed through this pitch-black mental space. Time seemed to have stopped. On the giant screen before me, the execution timer for Elena continued to tick down without mercy: 00:03... 00:02...

A chilling aura pierced straight into my bones. Yet when I saw Elena slumped weakly in the electric chair, the woman who had risked her lif
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