CHAPTER 114: ILLUSION

And in the next instant

Razeal’s consciousness flickered.

He blinked. Then

He was no longer in the shop.

The air smelled like flowers. He stood in a sprawling garden, vivid and blooming, petals dancing in the wind, sunlight shimmering through golden leaves. It looked... peaceful.

"Illusion, huh?" Razeal muttered, rubbing his temples lightly. He could feel it immediately. This illusion was too weak compared to his mental resistance. SS-rank mental stats weren’t just for show. He could shatter this illusion with brute force alone, without needing any counter-skills or techniques.. which ofcourse he doesn’t know.

But still he didn’t.

So he watched, waiting. Maybe there was some hidden complexity. Something suspicious. Something that might try to tamper with his thoughts, or slip in and manipulate him quietly.

But there was nothing.

Just... nothing.

"This isn’t how illusions are supposed to work," Razeal muttered under his breath.

He stood in the middle of a beautiful garden. Flowers bloomed in neat rows. Trees swayed gently. It looked familiar. Too familiar. He remembered this place vividly. But this image... it shouldn’t be shown like this. Like its an memory of his.. not of caster or thing he could know.

Illusions weren’t just visual tricks. They were psychological weapons meant to dissolve your mental defenses, blur your memories, confuse your thoughts. They crept inside your mind, rewrote your perceptions, made you question what was real but showing so clear things like this which aren’t meant to be known by other in any way? just how.

Also Razeal could tell right away this wasn’t real. It wasn’t how a illusion should be. That alone broke the first absolute rule of illusion craft:

Make it real. So real that everyoneand anyone believes it is real.

And this? This didn’t even try to hide. As if the caster didn’t care or just wanted him to know it was fake.

How stupid, Razeal thought, already certain this was done deliberately by Levy. For what reason, he didn’t know. But as far as the knowledge he had about illusions studied from a young age at Virelans this was a major flaw. A clear misuse of illusion art.

Anyways, shaking his head, Razeal stepped forward, already expecting what this illusion was about.

He walked deeper into the strange space, his boots making no sound on the soft, glowing ground. The air shimmered faintly with warmth unlike the cold hostility of battle, this place felt almost holy, serene. Too serene. That alone was already suspicious.

Ahead, a gentle scene unfolded. There, sitting in a small, sunlit meadow, were three children.

A tiny girl with platinum hair sat among blooming wildflowers, her delicate form glowing faintly as if wrapped in the golden afternoon sun. She looked no older than four or five. Flowers floated gently around her, some caught mid-air, suspended in the warmth of the scene.

In front of her sat a teenager, maybe sixteen, with deep royal purple hair cascading down her back. She was watching over the other two, a calm, gentle smile on her lips.

Then, from the side, another child also about four years old skipped forward. She had radiant golden hair, styled into loose curls, and a crown of daisies sat atop her head like a mark of innocence. Her body exuded a soft, ethereal light, as if she were a being of warmth and light itself.

The golden-haired girl looked straight at Razeal and sprinted toward him with outstretched arms, her giggles like the chiming of bells. Without hesitation, she leaped to embrace him..

but passed right through him.

Razeal didn’t flinch. He kept walking.

The little girl, oblivious to her intangible state, laughed and continued running around him in playful circles. Meanwhile, the two older girls turned their heads, mouths moving as if speaking to him. He saw them. But he didn’t stop.

His face was emotionless, unreadable mask.

"How... does he even have these memories?" he muttered to himself. His footsteps slowed slightly.

To show illusions of this detail... this precision... these weren’t just guesses. These were real moments intimate, fragile memories. Ones no ordinary person should have access to.

Even for the sake of an illusion, one couldn’t create something so accurate without having seen it firsthand or without being inside the person’s mind.

High-tier illusions can do it but requirea either direct access to memories, or an intricate blend of illusion arts, mind-reading, and deep psychological imprinting. Razeal’s mind stat was SS-rank. That level of access shouldn’t be possible especially not for Levy.

And yet, this illusion felt real. Every movement, every scent, every emotion it was too precise.

"Then how did he do it?"

Still walking, Razeal kept his expression still, but his mind spiraled through possibilities like a machine trying to decode a paradox.

The illusion changed.

Scene after scene flickered around him. Days from a life long gone. Laughter. Games. Small hands tugging on his sleeve. Innocent smiles that meant the world. Moments he never thought he’d see again, now paraded before him like bait on a hook.

He didn’t react. Not even once.

But then everything stopped.

Now, the flowers faded. The children faded. And in their place stood a tall woman with royal blue hair, her back turned to him.

Razeal froze.

He knew ..this women.

His mother.

She turned slowly, her face glowing with the same loving warmth that haunted his earliest memories. That smile. That voice.

"Ahh... my little featherball is here," she said sweetly, extending her arms as if to embrace him.

Something inside him twisted. It wasn’t pain. It was... irritation. The sharp, familiar sting of something.

His lips tightened into a thin line.

"This is annoying," he said under his breath.

Razeal raised his hand, fingers clenching the empty air in front of him. With a sharp tug, he ripped through the very fabric of the illusion, tearing it apart like wet parchment.

The dreamlike world around him shredded and collapsed in on itself, dissolving into static.

Back in the real world, he stood face to face with Levy. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes told a different story. If someone had been close enough to see behind the mask, they’d find a deep, cold annoyance flickering in his gaze.

Levy flinched.

Clutching the left side of his chest, he winced slightly as if struck by some invisible weight.

"You are heartless..." Levy murmured, his voice low and pained.

Razeal smirked.

"You know nothing," he said, his tone dry, dismissive. "It’s black now. And not the same heart either now. "

Levy’s brows furrowed. He didn’t catch the reference.

But Razeal didn’t elaborate. He didn’t need to

Still he stood there, arms loosely at his side, eyes half-lidded with curiosity. "Though I must say, I’m curious," he muttered, watching Levy with faint amusement. "Such a stupid way to use illusion. You basically ignored the first universal rule of illusioncraft."

Levy’s head snapped up, his tone cool but unshaken. "I don’t believe in that rule. I believe an illusion should be so beautiful that even when someone knows it’s an illusion, they still choose to live in it."

Razeal’s expression twitched, a flash of intrigue in his eyes. "Interesting philosophy. And quite interesting. I’ll give you that. Want me to show you mine?"

Levy blinked. "Huh?" instinctively taking a step back. Something felt wrong.

Too late.

"Killing Illusion," Razeal whispered.

Time around Levy seemed to halt. His movement froze mid-step, arms suspended gegbody froze mid-step It was as though the world locked around him.

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Inside Levy’s mind, the illusion took form nothing like the warm garden from earlier. This was memory, raw and untamed.

An older version of himself was kneeling, one hand resting over his heart, the other placed gently on the shoulder of a child who shared his eye colour.

"This isn’t a sacrifice, my son," the older Levy said softly. "This is a gift. From your father"

The child sniffled, then wept. "I knoowwww..."

"No crying. This is our fate. A curse we carry..."

His eyes dimmed, not with fear but with memory. He had once stood in the boy’s place. Felt the same grief.

The boy broke into full sobs, collapsing into the older Levy’s arms.

The illusion bled grief, but it was the future?.

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Outside, a single tear rolled down Levy’s cheek. Then another. His sky-green eyes shimmered with sudden emotion as he remained statue-still.

Razeal stood there, silent. Observing.

"I wonder what kind of death he’s seeing... one he fears that much? Must be brutal," Razeal muttered.

"Can’t be the girlfriend thing, right? Last time he was dramatic about not having one..." he added, smirking slightly, then shook his head. Its just an illusion

Anyways

He shrugged it off. The skill had worked perfectly. Levy was locked in place. Razeal could have ended him a hundred times over.

But he didn’t.

Moments passed.

Suddenly, Levy inhaled sharply a gasp like surfacing from deep water. He stumbled slightly, breath catching, chest heaving.

"Hahh... Hahh..."

Razeal didn’t react. He merely turned away and started walking toward the stairs. "Well. That was illusinating."

But then..

"Here. Take this. I don’t want it." Levy’s voice cracked as he tossed the special pouch of elemental cores toward Razeal’s back with hard force as furious. He was trembling

Razeal caught it without looking, then turned slowly. His brow furrowed. "What happened now?"

"I don’t need it," Levy replied. He wiped his cheeks with the back of his sleeve, adjusting his glasses with trembling hands. "Keep it."

For a second, Razeal looked like he might actually ask why. But then, with a soft scoff, he tossed the bag right back into Levy’s arms.

"You’re not the only one with principles," Razeal muttered.

The two stood there for a moment a common dude and a trickster. Staring at each other.

"Keep it... big boy. And get me something to eat. Remember, that was the job I gave you," Razeal said, casually tossing the special bag of elemental cores back at Levy. "Consider it your payment."

Levy caught the pouch again, fingers tightening instinctively around the weight of it. He looked down not at the wealth inside, but at what it represented. Thirty-one million third-ranked elemental cores. Enough money to buy small town. Enough to retire and never work again. Enough to live like a king.

And yet...

Without a word, Threw the pouch.

Not at Razeal.

Not even toward him.

He flung it across the room, hard, where it hit the wooden floor and rolled into the corner near the door. The thud echoed, louder than it should’ve been. The silence afterward hung in the air like fog.

"I said I don’t need it," Levy muttered, straightening his suit collar with slow, deliberate hands. "And as for your food don’t worry. I gave my word. And when I give my word, I keep it."

Razeal stood there for a moment, eyes resting on the corner where the pouch lay still.

A single spaceal bag holding more power and money than this this dude was going to earn in his whole life.

That kind of pride wasn’t bought. It was carved into the bone.

Razeal’s expression didn’t change, but his gaze lingered on Levy quiet, unreadable. Then finally:

"I see. Do as you like."

With that, he turned around and walked back upstairs. Silent footsteps, no further words.

The bag remained in the corner, untouched.

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