Chapter : 1777

  Lloyd stood up and began to pace the concrete floor of the manufactory. The metal soles of his boots clicked rhythmically.

  "My life on Earth..." Lloyd muttered. "Eighty years. Becoming KM Evan. The engineering. The military contracts. The ruthless efficiency. None of that was an accident?"

  "It was a tempering process," the Reflection explained. "The Administrator knew that the 'Original Lloyd'—me—failed because I was too soft. I was too emotional. I let my feelings blind me to logic. So, you were sent to a place where logic is king. You were sent to Earth to learn how to build, how to calculate, and how to shut off your heart when necessary. You were forced to become the opposite of me."

  Lloyd stopped pacing. He looked at his hands. They were calloused from working with metal in this life, just as they had been in his life on Earth.

  "And the System?" Lloyd asked. "The Shopping Tree? The tasks? 'Feed the dog'? 'Slap the bully'? Was the Administrator controlling me like a puppet?"

  "Not a puppet," the Reflection said. "Think of it as... training wheels. The System is just a user interface designed to bridge the gap between your Earth logic and this world's magic. You understand commerce. You understand blueprints. So, the Administrator gave you a power that looks like a shop."

  The Reflection let out a dry, humorless chuckle.

  "As for the tasks... well, I might have had a little influence there. Just a nudge."

  "You?" Lloyd narrowed his eyes. "You told me to slap that noble in the academy?"

  "You were too passive!" the Reflection argued, throwing his hands up. "When you first came back to this world, you were trying to lay low. You wanted to hide. I knew that if you hid, you would die. Again. I needed you to be aggressive. I needed you to have a spine. So, I used the System prompts to push you into conflicts. I bribed you with coins to make you stand up for yourself."

  Lloyd stared at the ghost. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to scream about free will and manipulation. But as he looked at the Reflection, he didn't see a mastermind. He saw a desperate, broken version of himself who had spent lifetimes trying to fix a mistake.

  "You were trying to save me from becoming you," Lloyd realized.

  "I was trying to save us from making the same mistake twice," the Reflection said softly. "I died in the mud, Lloyd. I died hating the person who loved me. I spent an eternity in the void regretting that last moment. I didn't want you to die with that kind of weight on your soul."

  The ghost looked around the manufactory. He looked at the advanced machinery, the steam engines, the modern weapons Lloyd had built using his Earth knowledge.

  "And it worked," the Reflection said, a hint of pride entering his voice for the first time. "Look at you. You aren't the weeping boy in the rain anymore. You are the Major General. You are the Kinetic Engineer. You built a tank in a world of swords. You did what I never could."

  "I did it because I had tools," Lloyd said, dismissing the praise. "I had the System. I had the Ferrum bloodline."

  "I had the bloodline too," the Reflection reminded him bitter-sweetly. "But I didn't have the mind for it. I tried to use it like magic. I tried to cast spells. You... you use it like an engineer. You understand the physics of the metal. That is why you are strong. That is why you can win."

  Lloyd leaned against the Aegis suit, the cold metal pressing against his back.

  "Win?" Lloyd asked. "I've just been surviving. I've been building this empire to pay for my cultivation so I don't get crushed by the next monster that comes along."

  "That was the tutorial," the Reflection said, his face darkening. The flickering of his form became more erratic. "The survival phase is over, Lloyd. You have established your base. You have gathered your allies. Now, the real game begins."

  The atmosphere in the room shifted. The air grew colder, but not from the temperature. It was a psychic coldness, a warning of something ancient and hungry.

  "The Administrator didn't bring you back just to sell soap," the Reflection warned. "And Rosa didn't save you just so you could get rich. You were brought back because there is a rot at the center of this world. And you know his name."

  Chapter : 1778

  Lloyd nodded slowly. He remembered the golden figure in the valley. He remembered the voice that sounded like coins rubbing together.

  "Mammon," Lloyd said.

  "He is the one," the Reflection confirmed. "Bael is loud. He breaks things. Lucifer is arrogant. He wants to be worshipped. But Mammon... Mammon is the architect of our misery."

  The ghost hopped off the workbench. He drifted closer to Lloyd, his eyes intense and desperate.

  "You need to understand something, Lloyd. The Mammon you saw in the dream? That was him playing with a helpless boy. He won't play with you. He knows you are dangerous now. He knows you have Earth knowledge. He knows you have the System."

  "So he'll send an army?" Lloyd asked.

  "No," the Reflection said. "That would be too simple."

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  The Reflection stood toe-to-toe with Lloyd, or at least he would have if he had physical feet. He floated inches above the concrete, his form becoming more transparent by the second.

  "Listen to me closely," the Reflection said, his voice urgent. "Mammon is the Devil of Greed, but he doesn't just deal in money. He deals in value. He finds out what you value most, and he holds it hostage."

  Lloyd crossed his arms. "I have the Aegis. I have the Spirit Citadel. I have an army of modernized soldiers. Let him try to take my things."

  "He won't come for your things!" the Reflection shouted, his voice echoing with a spectral distortion. "He will come for your heart! He will come for the people!"

  The ghost pointed a trembling finger at Lloyd’s chest.

  "In my timeline, he took Mina because she was my anchor. He took Rosa because she was my shield. He isolated me until I was just a raw nerve of pain, and then he manipulated me into destroying myself. He will do the same to you."

  Lloyd felt a chill run down his spine. He thought of his current wives. He thought of the fragile alliances he had built.

  "He will look for the cracks," the Reflection continued. "He will whisper to your allies that you are using them. He will whisper to your wives that you don't really love them, that you only see them as political assets. He will try to turn your own logic against you. He will try to make you paranoid."

  "Paranoid..." Lloyd repeated. He realized with a start that he was already prone to paranoia. It was his nature as an engineer to look for points of failure.

  "Yes," the Reflection said. "He will use your 'Black Box' mentality against you. He knows you suppress your emotions. He knows you rely on data. So, he will feed you false data. He will forge evidence, just like he forged that map. He will make the truth look like a lie and the lie look like the only logical conclusion."

  The ghost leaned in close, his face inches from Lloyd’s.

  "You must be better than me, Lloyd. When the evidence says your wife is a traitor... trust your heart, not the paper. When the logic says you should abandon your friends to save the mission... break the logic. You are the Sovereign of Logic, which means you must master it, not be a slave to it."

  Lloyd looked into the eyes of his past self. He saw the pain of a man who had failed that test. He saw the regret of a husband who had killed his wife with hatred in his heart.

  "I understand," Lloyd said quietly. "I won't let him rewrite the story this time."

  "Good," the Reflection sighed. He looked relieved. The tension left his spectral shoulders. "Then my job is done. The Administrator's script has run its course. The tutorial is finished."

  The ghost began to dissolve. His legs turned into mist. His torso began to scatter like smoke in the wind.

  "Wait," Lloyd said, reaching out a hand instinctively, though he knew he couldn't grab a memory. "What happens to you now?"

  The Reflection smiled. It wasn't the cynical smirk he usually wore. It was a genuine, peaceful smile.

  "I go to the silence," the Reflection said. "I go to the sleep I should have had a hundred years ago. I'm tired, Lloyd. Being the voice in your head... it's exhausting work."

  "Thank you," Lloyd said. He meant it. "For everything. For the tempering. For the truth."

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  "Don't thank me," the Reflection said, his voice fading to a whisper. "Thank her. Thank Rosa. She bought this second chance for us. Make it count."

  Chapter : 1779

  The ghost looked at the ceiling of the manufactory, as if he could see through the metal roof to the stars beyond.

  "She launched a star," the Reflection whispered. "Don't let it burn out."

  And then, he was gone.

  The light in the room didn't change, but the atmosphere felt different. The heaviness was gone. The presence that had been with Lloyd since he woke up in this timeline—the nagging, sarcastic, guiding voice of his subconscious—was silent.

  Lloyd was truly alone.

  He stood there for a long time, listening to the hum of the mana-generators. He felt a strange emptiness in his chest, but it wasn't a bad emptiness. It was the feeling of a clean slate. The ghost of his failure was gone. The misunderstanding that had fueled his hatred for Rosa was gone.

  He walked over to the small window of the manufactory and looked out at his territory. He saw the lights of the town he had built. He saw the smoke rising from the factories producing the soap that had made him rich.

  "It wasn't for the money," Lloyd whispered to the glass. "It was never just about the money."

  He thought of the current Rosa Siddik. In this timeline, she was still the "Ice Queen." She was still distant. She was still political. She didn't know that in another life, she had died for him. She didn't know that she had saved his soul.

  A wave of guilt washed over him. He had treated her with suspicion. He had treated her like a rival.

  "I have to fix this," Lloyd said.

  But he couldn't just walk up to her and tell her she was a martyr in a past life. She would think he was insane. He had to show her. He had to prove to her that he wasn't the weak boy she expected him to be, and he had to prove to himself that he could trust her.

  He turned back to his desk. He waved his hand, and the System Interface materialized in the air. It was a blue, translucent screen—a construct of the Administrator, interpreted by his own brain.

  [User: Lloyd Ferrum]

  [Status: Awakened]

  [Current Balance: 10,510 System Coins]

  He stared at the number. In the past, he would have looked at that number and thought about what he could buy. He would have thought about upgrades, skills, or blueprints. He would have treated it like a high score in a video game.

  But now, he didn't see a score. He saw resources. He saw ammunition.

  He didn't open the shop. He didn't browse the catalog for new "Anime Abilities" or futuristic weapons. He just stared at the balance, letting the reality of his situation sink in.

  "Ten thousand coins," Lloyd muttered. "And an empire of steel and various power."

  He swiped the screen away. He didn't need to buy anything right now. He had everything he needed to start the real work.

  He walked over to the Aegis suit. He placed his hand on the cold metal chest plate. He closed his eyes and reached out with his bloodline. He didn't use the System to interface with it. He just used his mind. He felt the iron atoms in the alloy. He felt the magnetic polarity of the joints.

  The metal hummed under his touch. It wasn't magic. It was physics. It was structure. It was the language he spoke better than anyone else in this universe.

  The Reflection was right. The time for hiding was over. The time for playing the "dismissed heir" was over.

  Mammon was out there. somewhere in the shadows, waiting to find a crack in Lloyd’s life. The Devil was probably already weaving his webs, planting his spies, and writing his scripts of despair.

  "You want a tragedy?" Lloyd asked the silent room. His voice was cold, sharp, and precise. It was the voice of the Major General.

  He opened his eyes. The Blue Rings in his irises spun slowly, glowing with a hard, electric light.

  "I don't do tragedies anymore," Lloyd said. "I do demolitions."

  He grabbed a fresh roll of blueprints from the rack and slammed it onto his desk. He grabbed his pen. He wasn't going to wait for Mammon to make the first move. He was going to build a fortress that no lie could penetrate. He was going to engineer a future where his family survived.

  Lloyd Ferrum began to draw. The ghost was gone, but the Lion had just woken up.

  Chapter : 1780

  The silence in the room was heavy, but it was a silence Lloyd had grown used to over the last twelve months. It had been exactly one year since the battle with Lucifer ended. The dust had long since settled on the Ferrum estate, but the war inside Lloyd’s head had only expanded. He sat in his chair, his mind no longer replaying memories, but calculating the cold, hard data of a continent he now effectively ruled.

  For a year, he had lived with the truth the System had finally revealed. Rosa Siddik wasn't the villain; she was the sacrifice. The System, that glowing blue box that governed his life, had spent 365 days reminding him of his greatest tactical error: he had spent two lifetimes hating the only person who was truly on his side.

  "Mammon," Lloyd whispered, the name feeling like poison on his tongue. The Devil Prince of Greed. That manipulator had spun a web so thick and sticky that Lloyd had been caught in it for two lifetimes. Rosa hadn't run away to save herself. She had run into the fire to save them. She was the hero of a story Lloyd hadn't even bothered to read until the final page.

  He stood up and walked to the window. Outside, the Ferrum estate was being rebuilt. Stone by stone, the workers were patching up the holes left by the demons. But there was a hole in the North that no amount of stone could fix.

  "System," Lloyd said, his voice flat. "Scan for mana signature. Target: Rosa Siddik."

  [Scanning...] The blue text hovered in the air. [Scan complete. Target not found.]

  "Widen the range," Lloyd commanded. "Cover the entire Northern Waste. Check the Dead Zones. Check everywhere."

  [Scanning... Energy consumption high... Scan complete. Target not found.]

  Lloyd slammed his fist against the window frame. The glass rattled, but didn't break. He had the [All-Seeing Eye]. He could see the microscopic cracks in a steel beam. He could see the flow of magic in the air like rivers of light. He could see through walls. But he couldn't see his wife.

  He had sent the Wraiths. His elite spies, the ghosts he had trained to find anything and anyone. Ken Park had led them personally. They had combed the glaciers. They had searched the frozen caves where the wind screamed like a dying animal. They found nothing. No footprints. No ice statues. No body. Just endless, white emptiness.

  It had been 12 months. The seasons changed and came back, the snow melted and returned, and still, there was nothing.

  "She’s gone," Lloyd said to the empty room. He didn't cry. He didn't scream. He just felt a cold, hollow ache in his chest, right where his heart used to be. It was a tactical failure. A strategic blunder of the highest order. He had won the battle against Lucifer, but he had lost the reason he was fighting.

  A knock on the door broke his concentration.

  "Enter," Lloyd said, not turning from the window.

  His mother, Duchess Milody, walked in. She looked more like a Queen Mother than a Duchess now. "The anniversary commemorations are prepared, Lloyd," she said. "The people are mourning the 'Sleeping Duchess' Rosa just as we planned."

  "The lie is holding, then," Lloyd said.

  "It is more than a lie now; it is the foundation of our stability," Milody reminded him. "Marrying Mina six months ago was the only way to secure Leo’s line and keep the vultures at bay. The public sees the devoted sister stepping in to raise the child of a tragic, comatose hero. We have successfully turned a scandal into a fairy tale."

  Lloyd looked at his mother. "A fairy tale built on a foundation of necessary deceit. Fine. If the North is secure, that is all that matters."

  "It is the only way," Milody said. "Rosa... Rosa is gone, Lloyd. We have to accept that. But her sister is here. The child is here. We can unite the houses. We can protect the boy."

  "And Rosa?" Lloyd asked. "What do we tell the world? That I lost one wife and just replaced her with the spare?"

  "No," Milody said, her eyes hard. "We tell them a story. A story they can understand. A story that protects everyone."

  Lloyd let out a short, dry laugh. "A lie. You want to tell a lie."