I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 183: No More Secrets

Evening fell over Lilyshade like a silken veil.

The soft lights of the city shimmered far below, glowing through layers of mist and lanterns. On the highest terrace of the queen's sanctuary, Isaac stood barefoot, feeling the pulse of warmth beneath his feet—the lifeblood of the realm she had built.

Behind him, Asmodeus approached.

No crown. No veil. Just her.

She wore a robe of sheer midnight, open to the breeze, golden hair cascading freely down her back. Her eyes—those haunting violet stars—held no pretense tonight.

Only certainty.

Isaac didn't turn immediately.

He spoke softly.

"I've never let anyone in like this."

"I know," she answered. "And I've never asked anyone to."

He faced her now.

There was a weight to the air between them—charged, not with fear or danger, but with something more delicate.

Vulnerability.

"I've kept secrets," he said quietly. "From the world. From myself. Even from you."

Her lips curved—not with disapproval, but patience.

"You don't owe me anything."

"I do now," he said.

She tilted her head.

"Why now?"

"Because you gave me something I've never had," he said. "A home. A reason not to run. And…"

He stepped closer.

"…because I don't want there to be anything between us anymore. Not shadows. Not silence."

He raised his hand.

And the world shimmered around them.

One by one, he began to speak:

About his death.

About waking in the corpse.

The suffocation. The pain. The helplessness.

The first skill—Resurrection—and how he died over and over trying to escape.

The cultists. The monsters. The world that had no name for what he was.

He told her about [Skill Fusion Protocol], about sacrificing the EX-rank blessing of Satan to empower a forgotten ability. About gaining a power beyond classification—Ω Rank.

He told her about Beelzebub. The Abyss. And the voice of wrath that shattered like glass when he refused its grip.

He didn't just show her the victories.

He showed her the costs.

And when he was done—

He exhaled.

Empty.

Weightless.

Asmodeus stood there in silence, eyes unreadable.

Then she stepped forward.

And placed her hand over his heart.

"You've never been a monster," she said. "Just a man who was forced to survive like one."

Her hand pulsed with warmth.

A soft, golden-pink glow began to rise from her palm.

"This is my gift to you," she whispered. "Not as a queen. Not as a demon."

She smiled gently.

"As your lover."

A notification appeared before Isaac's eyes.

[Skill Received – Rank EX]

Queen's Devotion – Rank EX

The pure expression of Asmodeus's love and trust. Permanently binds a piece of her soul to the one she chooses. Empowers mutual growth, emotional resonance, and spiritual shielding.

Must be willingly accepted.

Isaac accepted without hesitation.

And in that moment, the system responded.

The skill began to pulse.

So did another.

He felt it—deep within him.

[Union of Flame and Soul – Rank EX] began to resonate.

The two skills intertwined—like hands clasping in the dark—and then surged upward.

Fusing.

Becoming something more.

[New Skill Created – Rank EX+]

Union Eternal – Rank EX+ (Passive)A divine fusion of soul and flame, born of mutual love and total trust. Permanently links Isaac to a willing partner.

Shares a portion of Isaac's power with the bonded partner through sexual relations

No stat loss to Isaac.

Transfer scales with emotional resonance.

Partner gains: 

• Up to +500 permanent base points in core stats (The limit increases with all your stats)

• Total resistance to spiritual corruption and soul-based influence 

• Shared affinity with Isaac's soulflame 

• Enhanced recovery, awareness, and defense when nearby

Can only be used once. Bond is eternal.

The moment passed—but the air around them shimmered like it had changed forever.

Asmodeus's eyes shone with emotion—but not tears.

Pride.

"I felt it," she whispered. "Even before the system spoke. You gave me part of yourself."

"I didn't give it," Isaac said.

He stepped forward and took her hand.

"I shared it. That's different."

She leaned into him, resting her forehead to his.

And together, they stood in silence.

No more masks.

No more secrets.

Only truth.

And love.