Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 269

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269
Chapter

Not a trace of presence had reached his senses.
Was it truly possible for someone to approach, evading a Sword Master’s aura detection?
Until now, only one thing had been capable of that.
‘An Immortal.’
The man laughed, as if reading the shift in Fession’s eyes.
“There’s no need for hostility.”
His light cyan hair stirred in the wind. His appearance and voice were ambiguous—neither distinctly feminine nor masculine—yet for reasons he couldn’t name, Fession sensed maleness in him.
“Who are you?”
“Me? Does it matter who I am?”
“Then what about what you said earlier? What do you mean by Arelin’s Fate?”
Even at such an impertinent question, the man only smiled, showing no displeasure.
“Literally. That is the Fate that has been allotted to this child.”
The man gestured toward the Stone Coffin as he spoke.
“The world has decided it so.”
Fession’s face twisted.
What was this man saying now?
Was he trying to tell him that the world intended Arelin’s death, that it was driving toward some predetermined end?
“Your understanding is correct.”
The man answered as if he had read Fession’s thoughts, their eyes meeting.
“The world’s conclusion is already set. There are those who wish to change it, but… is that so? My Contractor has failed again this time.”
The man smiled with resignation and placed something upon the Stone Coffin.
‘A mass-produced Holy Relic….’
It was the sort of cheap, disposable trinket sold as a souvenir in Lemuren, containing a single-use Blessing.
“The predetermined end will arrive. Mortal, before the world falls silent, savor what little life you have.”
Fession seized the man’s arm as he turned to leave, unable to let those incomprehensible words go unanswered.
“What does it mean for the world to fall silent?”
“What else could it mean? Everything ends.”
The end of all things. Termination.
The weight of that single word—’end’—pressed down on Fession like a suffocating force, and he groaned.
“Don’t worry. Mortal beings won’t even remember anyway, and when the end comes, that one will simply turn back time again, as if nothing happened.”
“That one?”
“When that occurs, this moment will return as well. You will awaken without memory; I will carry only a hazy recollection.”
Fession’s expression hardened at the man’s casual tone, as though recounting something he had already lived through many times.
“Is there truly no way to change a predetermined end?”
The talk of termination was too distant, too nebulous.
But Fession’s attention had fixed on something else—the fact that Arelin might die again.
‘If what he’s saying is true, then even now Arelin could die at any moment without warning.’
“Even if the world has decided it, is there truly no way to change what has been determined as Fate?”
Fession knew the answer would likely be that it was practically impossible. Yet he could not stop himself from asking.
He could not lose Arelin.
The man’s expression shifted as he observed Fession’s desperate face intently.
“……?”
Then the man gasped, as though struck by sudden realization.
“Ah, so you are not a being of this world.”
Fession froze. He could not fathom what the man was seeing in him that prompted such a remark.
Regardless of whether Fession remained vigilant or not, the man scrutinized him with gleaming eyes.
“I see. You must have drifted here by misfortune. Your origin does not reside in this place—I can sense that.”
“…….”
“Such formidable Blessing. I have never encountered anything like this. Ah, so that is it.”
The man clapped his hands together.
“The entire world loves you.”
It was an incongruous remark, one that made no sense in the context of their conversation.
“Loves me?”
The world loving him.
Having just heard that the world intended Arelin’s death and was driving toward some ordained conclusion, Fession felt no joy at being told he was loved.
All that came to mind was his own Innate Ability, which he had possessed since birth.
“Is it because of my Innate Ability?”
“Your Innate Ability… yes, is that the reason? That you can endure such tremendous Blessing and remain whole?”
The man examined Fession anew, as though confronted with something novel and remarkable.
“Everything must have come easily to you, hasn’t it? With such overflowing talent, how could it be otherwise? Any hand you turned to any task would unfold as smoothly as silk. Without doing anything in particular, people loved you, cherished you, adored you. With want for nothing, you desired nothing. So you drifted through your circumstances without object or aim, colorless and odorless as water mixed with water or liquor mixed with liquor.”
Words poured from him—whether criticism or praise, Fession could not discern.
“The world has taken great pains to make you happy.”
Fession’s expression darkened. By what right did this man presume to understand him so completely?
And what was this about?
That he wanted nothing?
‘That cannot be true.’
There was one sweet calamity that had broken into his otherwise tranquil life.
From childhood until now, Fession had desired only one thing.
To be with Arelin.
Even now, he had followed her to this place, thinking of nothing else.
“I have never seen a living being favored to such an extent. One could say that the entire world revolves around you without exaggeration.”
Then doubt bloomed across the man’s face.
“But why can you see me?”
His expression was like that of one who had encountered something that should not exist.
“You are a being who should want nothing—how, then, can you perceive me?”
“Does there need to be a condition to see you?”
“Yes, of course there must be. Such is the rule.”
A being who wants nothing cannot encounter him.
“To meet me, you must harbor a fervent longing—something you would stake your very all to achieve.”
The surroundings blurred. The world that had encircled Fession and the man collapsed in an instant.
A distorted backdrop revealed itself, and an entirely different landscape greeted Fession.
“Where is this…?”
“The Rift Between Worlds. Or, if you prefer, the Other Side World.”
The man smiled.
“I would wish to offer you aid in this chance meeting, but regrettably, you have already received sufficient favor.”
For reasons he could not explain, Fession sensed genuine joy in the man’s words.
“You asked me earlier if there was a way to change what Fate has decreed. Now I can answer you.”
The man gazed toward the distorted backdrop, as though something lay beyond it.
“The truth of Fate is that it compels a specific choice at some moment in time—always the same choice.”
Many Fates flowed in this manner all around us.
“But if someone breaks free from that compulsion and changes their choice? If another option is presented to them?”
Then Fate could be rewritten.
“Finding that threadbare possibility is the answer to the question you posed.”
People called that Hope.
“I love Hope. I am fond of happy endings.”
A Wanderer who searches for Hope.
Hope that wanders.
He regarded Fession with warm eyes.
“Do what you desire. Achieve what you long for. Then Fate will naturally change.”
“…….”
The man vanished as he finished speaking, and a path appeared.
A single path made distinct in this unstable world.
Fession looked around, but the man—who had spoken his piece and disappeared—was nowhere to be found.
He did not know what was happening or how.
“So I need only do what I want.”
That much, at least, he could accept.
“Then I will go back.”
To find Arelin.
Fession stepped toward the path before him.

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The world is filled with countless sounds. I have heard many sounds since birth until now, yet this was the first time I heard the sound of the world breaking.
Screeeech.
The world froze as though something had gone wrong. And beyond it lay a different world altogether.
In the blink of an eye, I found myself in a completely new place.
“Is this a hidden chamber within the Ruin?”
This place of absolute whiteness felt utterly foreign, which convinced me it had been created with intention. More than anything, the aura that permeated this space felt familiar.
“It is that same aura I sensed in the Ruin earlier.”
That thing which activated the Ruin—neither Mana nor Innate Ability, yet something else entirely.
The difference from before was that, unlike then when it had sought to devour and destroy me, now it was serene and peaceful.
“Why has it become so docile?”
I had destroyed one Ruin; should it not rage more fiercely?
And yet, from some distance away, I could hear someone singing—a delicate, beautiful melody. An aria that rang out alone, without any orchestra to accompany it.
I closed my eyes and listened to the song that naturally inspired reverence in the listener, and I thought to myself.
‘This is a voice worth paying to hear.’
Then it happened.
The aura that had been wrapping around the White Space began to fluctuate.
What now?
“Ha, you want to fight again? Fine, come on.”
I had already defeated this opponent once; I did not believe I would lose.
I was grinding my teeth, ready to demonstrate the difference in our power, when the aura gathering before me suddenly transformed into clear letters.
[ I have been waiting for you ]
“……?”
What trick is this now?

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