Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate Chapter 152 CHAPTER 152: LAUGHING LAST

"I told you, didn't I? I would take everything from you, just like you took everything from ," Greg said coldly, his gaze fixed on Kyle like a blade.

"Everything?! When did I ever take everything from you?! You're the one taking everything from !!" Kyle scread, his voice cracking. He had lost it. There was nothing left to fight for.

"This should help," Greg replied, raising a hand. A soft, ominous glow ford at his fingertip as he pointed at Kyle.

In an instant, Kyle's mind was flooded. mories long buried—no, erased—ca rushing back with full clarity. His eyes widened in shock as everything from his previous life unfolded within him. Within Greg's inner world, nothing seed impossible. If Greg willed it, it beca so. Even restoring soone's mory proved a trivial matter.

Kyle stood still, processing it all.

Then ca the laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!" Kyle cackled, unhinged, like a man whose sanity was hanging by a thread. "So that's what it was? All that arrogance, that sense of knowing—it was because you're a regressor? You were always one step ahead, huh? I was a fool to think I could beat you."

He took a deep breath, and his face brightened with a bitter smile. "Well, at least I won once. That's enough for ."

"Indeed, you did win... but in an erased tiline," Greg replied, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "I'm the one who laughs last. I'm the one who holds the final victory. Not you."

Kyle's smile faded like smoke in the wind. He knew Greg was right. Who cared about a win that didn't even exist anymore? It felt like soone else's life now.

"Greg, I'm sor—"

"You can keep your apologies to yourself," Greg cut him off, disgust curling his lips. "It'd be cringe-worthy to let you redeem yourself now. Twisted love, ssed-up loyalty, excuses about your upbringing... that's not love, Kyle. It's not enough. I gave you happiness. I took you to my ho. I showed you what a real family looked like. And what did you do? You spat on it! You threw it all into the dirt!"

Greg's voice thundered, and the inner world reacted to his fury. The atmosphere tightened like a vice, crushing Kyle beneath invisible pressure.

"Hah... you're right," Kyle murmured with a broken smile. "For once, I agree with you. A bastard like doesn't deserve to reflect—not when death is this close."

He looked up, his eyes clearer than before, accepting the end. "You took everything from ... but I'll take just one thing from you. I hope you can live without it."

His lips curled into a final, satisfied smile—just before he was utterly erased from existence.

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Kyle gasped as he bolted upright from bed.

"What… what's going on? I thought I died..." he muttered, staring at his hands.

Knock knock.

"Young sir, the master wishes to see you," a maid's voice called from the other side of the door.

"Young sir? Master?" Kyle repeated in confusion. "Is this... the afterlife?"

He stood, examining his surroundings. Everything looked... normal. Too normal. He checked the calendar and froze.

A week before Apocalypse was launched.

His brows furrowed. "Did I... regress?"

He stood there silently. "Greg, if this is so sort of illusion, end it now. I won't be fooled." He waited for sothing—Greg's voice, the illusion to shatter—but nothing happened.

"Strange," he muttered and got dressed.

He t his father that morning, receiving one of his usual cold, demanding briefings. The man hadn't changed a bit. Kyle clenched his fists, wishing he had the power to kill him again.

Days passed. A week slipped by. Apocalypse launched. Yet the illusion didn't break.

During that ti, Kyle began investigating. He studied everything—and everyone—especially Greg. He watched for signs, hoping to determine whether this Greg was a regressor like himself.

The day the ga launched, he got his answer.

Greg, unlike the Greg from this tiline, had spent every last coin to buy the gaming helt. It was unnatural. Reckless.

Kyle was sure of it now. "He's a regressor... just like ."

A twisted expression grew on his face.

"What a sha. If you weren't a regressor, I might've let you live. But your growth rate in Apocalypse is too abnormal. I can't allow it."

He made the call. His arrangents were already in place. Greg was assassinated before he could ever log in.

Scarlett, talented and valuable, was brought under his wing. He took control of her abilities for his own benefit.

Everything went perfectly.

He beca the strongest in the world. Ended the demon invasion. Reigned at the pinnacle of power in both reality and the ga. He married Jessica and Annabelle. His life was everything one could dream of.

Years passed.

He lived long enough to see ten generations of his bloodline flourish. A thousand years of glory. On his deathbed, surrounded by loyal descendants, Kyle closed his eyes peacefully.

"Hah... Greg, seems I had the last laugh after all."

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Crack. Crack. BOOM.

It sounded like glass shattering.

Kyle's eyes snapped open.

He was back.

The void-like space, cold and rciless, greeted him once more.

"No..." he whispered.

"Welco back, Kyle," Greg said with mock cheer. "I trust you enjoyed your mont?"

Kyle turned to him, his heart sinking.

"What was it you said? Sothing about having the last laugh?" Greg chuckled, his voice dripping with scorn.

Kyle's illusion—the perfect life, the legacy, the satisfaction—shattered like a mirror. The truth hit him like a tidal wave. He'd been played. Fooled. Turned into a joke.

He had suspected it. But sowhere along the line, he dropped his guard. Now, the bitterness that spread through his chest was unlike anything he'd ever felt.

He tried to speak—but found he had nothing left to say. The words died in his throat.

Greg, now done laughing, wore a cold, solemn expression.

"Alright," he said. "Ti to say goodbye."

With a single gesture, Greg erased Kyle completely.

No revival. No second chance.

Nothing.