The Scum Emperor's Redemption System

"What?!"

Argider stared at the man in front of her, her heart pounding so hard it seemed to echo in her ears.

There was no way. No possible way she had removed magic from the world. Unless... unless it was her, from another timeline, the one she never knew existed.

Everything she thought she understood had shattered in an instant.

She had always thought the accusations thrown at her were nothing more than paranoid delusions, baseless claims.

But now, as reality swirled and twisted around her, she realized with a sickening clarity that they had been true all along.

She had been the source.

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She had caused this chaos, this calamity.

She was the one who had torn the magic from existence.

She had been the virus, the anomaly, the scum of it all.

The very thing she'd been running from, and yet, she was it.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

It was a cruel irony. She had removed magic from the world, but she was giving out magic. What kind of twisted joke was this?

She had thought she was saving the world, but in reality, she had been the one to bring about its undoing.

To think their actions would go this far, to fall so far from the path she thought she was walking. She hadn't even realized she could go this far.

But now, as the man snapped his fingers, reality itself seemed to tremble and crack beneath her feet.

"NO!" she screamed, but it was too late.

The world around her shattered like glass, and Argider fell into the void, screaming with all her might as the darkness swallowed her whole.

"AAAAAAAAH!"

Her body hit something hard, and the sound of her fall echoed in the void, a painful thud as she crashed against the ground.

The impact rattled her bones, but somehow, thankfully, nothing broke. She groaned, rubbing her rear with a wince, staring up at the endless blackness around her.

Nothing. Just pure, suffocating darkness.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to make sense of it all, but the weight of what she had just learned pressed heavily on her chest.

What had she done? How could she have done something so irreversible? She had always thought herself to be the hero, the savior, the one fighting for a better world. But now, she was the architect of its ruin.

She tried to gather her bearings. Was she still alive? Was this some sort of punishment? But before she could even process that, she heard them. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate.

And then, out of the suffocating darkness, they appeared.

The trio.

None of their faces were visible, their features cloaked in shadow, their outlines hazy, as if they existed just on the edge of reality. But one figure stepped forward, a sharp silhouette against the void. Fialova.

Fialova's eyes glowed with intensity. Her glare was like fire, burning with hatred. And Argider... Argider flinched. She had seen that glare before. But this? This was different. This wasn't the same woman who had once broken her oath for her. This woman had been twisted by the very thing Argider had done. She couldn't believe this was the same woman who had once stood by her. What had the other version of her done?

"W-What do you mean I removed magic from the world?" she stammered, the words tasting foreign in her mouth. She couldn't reconcile them with the world she thought she knew.

The man, standing silently behind Fialova, spoke. His voice was cold, like the edge of a blade.

"And not just your world," he said, his tone heavy, like the weight of the universe itself. "But every world that you're in."

Argider felt the ground beneath her feet seem to tilt. Her knees buckled, but she refused to fall. She couldn't fall. Not now. "No... No, I didn't—"

"We should just kill her now," Fialova growled, her fists clenching. She took a step forward, her expression wild with fury.

Argider's breath hitched in panic as the woman advanced, but before Fialova could reach her, the man's arms stretched out, halting her in place with a single gesture.

"Don't," he said, his voice sharp as a whip, yet strangely filled with an unspoken command that made the air thick with tension.

"Dang," another voice cut through the strained silence. It was nonchalant, almost mocking. "That's one way to make an entrance."

Alvator.

Argider's eyes snapped to the floating figure of Alvator, his presence like an inconvenient breeze, his expression as smug as ever. He hovered lazily in the air, his posture that of someone who couldn't be bothered by the gravity of the situation. Of course, Alvator was still on her side, at least, he seemed to be.

But there was something about him now, something about his easygoing demeanor that made her skin crawl.

Alvator, the first Emperor. The one who had lived through the era where magic had disappeared. The one who had witnessed it all. He had to know. He had to know what had happened.

"Damn you, Alvator," Argider thought bitterly, though she didn't dare speak the words aloud. Did he know? How could he not? He was ancient, practically a living relic.

He was here, he had lived through the unraveling of magic itself. So why? Why was he still standing there, acting like it was nothing?

She had removed magic. Not just from her world, but from every world she had touched. She had done that. Argider had been the catalyst of it all. But why? And what now? Could it be fixed? Could she even fix herself?

"It seems you have someone beside you,"

Alvator and Argider internally gasped. They could see him?! But then again, they were called... the Eternal Council or something. She didn't what those were.

"You can see me?..."

"Of course, I'm a being beyond a mortal's comprehension..." they said. "The Timekeeper."

"Timekeeper?" Argider thought, her brow furrowing. If this man was as powerful as they made him out to be, why did he seem so limited? So... weak?

The man stepped forward, his cold fingers gripping Argider's chin with an almost suffocating force. "And this man…" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, "No... woman now, I suppose. Every version of her has tampered with the timeline, and it's been one hell of a journey hunting them down. It's like she's the embodiment of scum. She just keeps crawling through the muck and infecting everything she touches."

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