infodatos Chapter 89: Backstabbed(1)
Chapter 89: Backstabbed(1)
Chapter 89: Backstabbed(1)"What ... I... I... died?"
The realization struck Steve like a lightning bolt to the skull—sudden, jarring, and completely uninvited.
He stared at her, dumbfounded, his body tensing, tremors creeping along his spine. His fear wasn’t a scream or a panic—it was awe.
"I... I died?" he whispered.
She paused. Her expression didn’t shift—not even a twitch.
He
’And what the hell was this mission she spoke of?’
’How can I avoid getting killed by when I don’t even know what is coming?’
"It doesn’t make sense." Steve muttered.
"I have the Ghost. He protects me. And I’ve got the Puppeteer’s strings. I’ve even got combat skills. There’s no way... no fucking way I die that easily."
He shook his head, hard.
"She’s lying. She has to be. Hell, she lied about her name—why wouldn’t she lie about this?"
But even as the words left his mouth, a pit formed in his gut. Deep down, something inside him knew.
Rapunzel hadn’t been lying. Her voice had held no malice, no bluff. Only truth.
"No." he growled.
"No fucking way I’m going down like this."
He crossed the room in a rush, reached under the mattress, and yanked out the author’s notebook.
Its surface felt cold in his hand.
"If she knows about this notebook, then she knows where I hide it. I need a new spot—somewhere safer."
But for now...
He clenched the book tightly. His jaw set. Eyes flared.
"First things first—I’m finding Dina. I’m throwing myself into hellish training. Whatever it takes. I’m gonna become the strongest bastard this school’s ever seen. Strong enough that no sword can pierce me. Strong enough that no prophecy can touch me. I will not die."
He yanked the cover open, snatched up his quill, and scribbled with furious determination:
"Player. Upon muttering the word ’Summon’ with intent, the Bind Ghost will appear before me."
He slammed a full stop at the end.
[DING.]
A soft chime rang in his head.
[System Notification: Task Completed.]
He paused. Breathing hard.
So that was it. He could now summon the Ghost at will. No more guessing. No more hoping it showed up when he was in danger.
"Perfect." he muttered.
"Now I can pull him into a fight at the exact moment I need him."
But even that wasn’t enough. He couldn’t depend on the Ghost forever. He needed to fight on his own. Be his own savior.
He set the quill down, closed the notebook, and slid it under a pile of clothes in his dresser.
"This’ll do... for now."
He stood, fists clenched.
"I haven’t even banged the Queen Witcher yet... or any sexy MILF goddess. So there’s no fucking way I’m dying in my first mission."
With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, eyes sharp, jaw tight.
He had one goal now.
Find Dina.