Chapter 2830: Peyote Pals: Corey’s Last Resort
Chapter 2830: Peyote Pals: Corey’s Last Resort
Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky blossom city, unknown
"Corey, after reading hundreds of books on curses, we can safely assume that the only way to break this curse is to kill the one who cast it."
"So you basically wasted a ton of your precious time forcing yourselves through hundreds of books, just to arrive at what we already knew—kill the caster and be free of the curse. Great job, guys."
"Agony, I swear on my name, I’ll seal you in the darkest corner of the Demon Core and bore you into insanity if you don’t shut up!"
Park and Corey were both frustrated to learn that the only way to rid Corey of the curse was the same conclusion they had started with—kill the caster. Agony’s mockery only rubbed salt into the wound, so much so that Corey almost reconsidered forgiving her.
"Corey, look on the bright side. Now we know why the curse didn’t affect me or the Corey who committed suicide—only you."
"And the fact that Peyote Pals couldn’t be reborn until you awakened the memories of Princess Corey Stuart suggests he might also have been a victim of his ability, False Witness. Now that he’s finally reborn, he’s probably planning to act on it."
Park reassured Corey that reading those books hadn’t been a waste. Thanks to them, they now understood that the curse had been targeting Princess Corey Stuart—the version of Corey who had "died," yet never truly did. She had gone on to live multiple lives: as Corey Park, as the Corey who took her own life, and now as Corey Bright.
All this time, Peyote had been unable to reincarnate in the Dark Realm after being killed outside it. False Witness had anchored itself to Princess Corey Stuart, trapping him in a paradox as it believed her to be both alive and dead. And as long as that contradiction existed, Peyote remained bound as well.
Only when Corey Bright awakened those buried memories did the paradox begin to unravel, finally allowing Peyote to be reborn. And now, he could finish what he had started back then. He certainly would at any cost. Because no one would like to be trapped in a paradox for more than a millennium.
"This world got lucky. If Peyote Pals had been alive when the Ten Commandant faction launched its invasion, they might’ve not lost, swallowed this realm’s will, and what was left of this realm would’ve been sold off in the Devil Merchant Code’s inter-realm network for a profit.
"However, I’d hate to be that guy, waking up after a millennium only to find everything you knew, cared about, and worked for is gone... actually, scratch that—I’d hate to be you. The thought of killing you might be the only thing keeping him sane right now.
"He was said to challenge, even defeat, Ruler-class beings while still a Semi-Ruler. I’m curious how you plan to kill someone like that to break the curse. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just destroys this world—the one that took his friends and ended their faction—right after killing you."
For once, Agony wasn’t entirely wrong. Her points landed, sharp and uncomfortable. Still, she could have done without the gloating over Corey’s situation. After all, if Corey died, they all did. That wasn’t the kind of attitude you kept toward the person your very existence depended on.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but the rights to this world under the Devil Merchant Code now belong to the ’Seven Princes of Hell’ faction. They would never permit him entry. Nor would they agree to any kind of alliance—it would disrupt the balance among the seven leaders and could spark a power struggle. Regardless of who wins, their faction would come out weaker. So, they won’t risk letting a third party in.
"Not to mention, he’s an original member of the faction that once held rights to this world that the Devil Merchant Code confiscated and sold without his knowledge. That alone opens a legal hell hole the ’Seven Princes of Hell’ would avoid at all costs. So yes—they’ll deny him entry, no matter what.
"The only thing we should be worried about is how we’re going to kill him... and get rid of his False Witness that’s haunting Corey."
Park approached the situation with cold analysis—it concerned Corey, and by extension, all of their lives. Now that she was certain Peyote Pals couldn’t simply enter their world, her focus shifted. The real problem was the Dark Realm.
They were planning to expand into it soon, and once they did, avoiding him would no longer be an option. If anything, it would bring them directly into his reach. Which meant one thing—they needed a plan to face him there.
Because without killing him first, any move into the Dark Realm would be walking straight into the tiger’s den.
"That settles it. We need to grow stronger. Becoming more powerful is the only answer to our predicament—and it already happens to be our top priority. So let’s not get distracted. Let’s keep working on our weaknesses.
Corey didn’t lose hope. If anything, she felt a sharper resolve take hold. To her, strength wasn’t just a solution—it was the solution. And she was determined to become more powerful than ever.
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Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Three Mischief Encampment, Limitless Celestial Blood Fate Rule Domain
’Park, use the curse to contact Peyote Pals and inform him of our situation.’
’Wow. Aren’t you bold—asking the guy who wants to kill you to protect you?’
’Agony, shut up if you’re not going to help. Corey, I’ve already informed Peyote Pals of our situation—and how he can appeal a conflict of rights to this world with the Devil Merchant Code to temporarily enter the Card World without Belphegor’s Dark Faction’s permission.’
’Let’s hope he makes it in time.’
Corey fell back on her last resort—Peyote Pals—after her supernova and concentrated vapour venoms failed to break through Konjur’s faith. She steeled herself to buy as much time as possible, even if it meant provoking the devil and enduring whatever torment followed.
But she didn’t have to wait long.
Ten massive cactus-like fingers tore into the dome of the Divine Dominion from the outside, spreading across its surface before ripping it apart like a hoe carving through soil.
As the domain split open, Peyote’s colossal cactus head rose over the shattered remains, his imposing gaze settling on her... and then on Konjur.