Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 141 - : TOUGH DECISION

Mrs. Margaret held tightly onto her husband's arm, leaning into him as though his presence alone could shield her from the looming danger. Mr. John, though visibly panicked, stood his ground, his jaw clenched and eyes fixed on Lilith.

"Worry not," Lilith said, her tone surprisingly casual. "I won't be the one to kill you—at least, not yet." Her suffocating aura dissipated as if it had never been there, allowing the couple to breathe freely once more.

"You see," she continued, folding her arms with a playful smirk, "you might be right. Greg might let you live because of his feelings for your daughter. Or... he might kill you and risk her hating him forever. Quite the dilemma for the young man, isn't it? Kill his parents' murderers, or betray their memory for a girl. He's well and truly caught between a rock and a hard place."

Her crimson eyes gleamed. "But don't worry—I'll help him out. Let's just say I'm forcing him to owe me a favor... something I might cash in on later."

The couple's hearts sank. Already marked for death, they couldn't help but regret the betrayal that brought them here.

Without warning, Lilith raised her hands, and two narrow beams of red light burst from her fingers, striking the couple squarely in the chest. They flinched but realized the beams had passed through them painlessly—no blood, no injury, just a strange warmth lingering beneath their skin.

"There, all perfect," Lilith said with a satisfied smile.

"What... what just happened to us?" Mrs. Margaret asked, her voice trembling. She already feared the answer.

"Nothing much," Lilith replied nonchalantly. "It doesn't do anything right away. It just ensures you'll die after a while. So yes, your deaths are sealed."

The couple's faces drained of color.

"But here's the fun part," she added, her tone growing sly. "You get to decide how that death plays out. Will you let your daughter suffer from your absence? Or will you be the loving parents she needs, and use your final moments to help her instead?"

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Mr. John and Mrs. Margaret exchanged a long, heavy glance. They had no illusions—this wasn't a plea. Lilith might not be making direct threats, but her words were anything but optional.

After a long pause, Mr. John cleared his throat. "What... what do we need to do to help our daughter?"

Lilith's smile returned. "Good. Very good. It's simple. Tell your daughter you regret everything. Say you want to change—make amends. Pretend you're dying from an illness, and stage a little performance around it. That's it. You'll have saved the day in your own twisted way."

She yawned, clearly growing bored with the exchange. "Trust me... it's better to die by Greg's hand than Kyle's. At least one of them has a reason."

The couple nodded silently, understanding full well that this was not a request. Whether they liked it or not, their path had already been chosen for them.

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"So, you're saying the reason for everything is because of your help?" Greg asked, frustration evident in his voice.

"Yeah, no thank you?" Lilith responded, still sitting comfortably. "If not for me, she would have hated you for life, or you wouldn't have completed your revenge."

Greg sat quietly, not saying anything, but the others were clearly confused, unable to make sense of what Greg and Lilith were talking about.

"I don't understand. Care to explain, brother?" Annabelle finally decided to ask.

"It's simple, love. Everything was an act. Jessica hating Greg and joining Kyle was just an act to get close to him and feed Greg here with information," Lilith explained, stunning everyone.

They were all shocked by the revelation.

"How is that possible? I literally saw you looking super sad. I know what I saw!" Annabelle muttered.

"Then he's a good actor," Lilith responded, unfazed.

"Care to explain?" Kate requested. Greg stared at her for a moment, then nodded. The cat was out of the bag, and he had no choice but to confirm it.

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"Greg, can we talk?" Jessica's voice was shaky but calm. She had just briefed Greg about the guild.

"Yes? What's the matter?" Greg asked, staring at Jessica. He didn't know when it had happened, but he had started developing feelings for her—feelings he couldn't explain, feelings he didn't want. They were getting in the way of his revenge. Jessica's parents were among the last people he needed to take revenge on for his own parents' deaths. But he had been hesitating. For some reason, he worried about her feelings if he went ahead and killed her parents.

Greg watched her closely, trying to read what she wanted to say.

"It's about my parents," she said softly, her voice barely audible, trembling.

Greg frowned ever so slightly. This was it—the disgusting feeling he had, the subtle ache he felt when she was sad. It gnawed at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, dreading the worst. He hoped she wasn't going to beg him to spare her parents. He didn't know if he could stay resolute or if his emotions would betray him.

He was torn between two choices: let go of his revenge against her parents and betray his own, or kill her parents and face her hatred. He was sure she would hate him if he killed them. But was it worth it? To forsake his vengeance for the sake of love? He searched deeply within himself for an answer but couldn't find one.

He found himself caught between a rock and a hard place. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to let go of the revenge he owed his parents. There was no way he could become an unfilial son—not after everything they had suffered. Yet, at the same time, he couldn't bear the thought of hurting Jessica. The idea of causing her pain by killing her parents tore at him.

Greg stood in the center of this emotional battlefield, gripped by a tormenting dilemma that refused to offer a way out.