Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 270

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270
Chapter

I was wary.
“Wait? Wait for what?”
The script written in the divine language blurred, then shifted into the common tongue of Albrecht.
[ I’ve waited so long ]
Like a beating heart, the energy surrounding the white space pulsed with intermittent light.
Is this it? A plan to lure me into complacency and stab me in the back?
“I’m not interested.”
Whatever it was, I didn’t want any part of it. Even though I’d raised my walls, the energy pooled and transformed into several different characters.
[ One who could reach this place ]
[ Touched by fate ]
[ One who has the right ]
Vast energy churned.
I knew it!
At some point, the faint melody that had been flowing stopped. The serene, sacred space transformed in an instant.
The interior vibrated.
Boom, boom, boom—
It pulsed louder than before, scattering light with the energy. It felt like something catastrophic was about to happen.
I had the sense I should run.
‘But where would I run to?’
There was nowhere to escape. This space had no exit.
Just as I thought I’d truly fallen into a trap, the enormous energy gathered in empty space converged, then poured toward me like a lance of light.

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When I came to, I was floating in some vast emptiness.
My body had no sensation. I felt like a bodyless amoeba drifting through space—yet at the same time, weightless, as though wandering through the cosmos itself.
‘How did this happen?’
My life truly was star-crossed.
‘I just came to find Father!’
No hardship meant no character development, I supposed. Yet the world did this to a mere extra? It was too cruel.
Was I on the verge of death? Was I seeing my life flash before my eyes? The arc of everything I’d lived through shone with clarity.
From the moment I recovered my memories before reincarnation, to clashing with Fession, to Mehren becoming my mother, to meeting the father I’d only heard rumors of, to being kidnapped by the Regent Duke, to believing I would die from my terminal condition until I met my master.
‘Why is it so hard for me to live normally when everyone else manages just fine?’
Because I’m just an extra?
Who decides such things?!
‘Am I really going to die without even saving Father?’
If my life were a novel, this would be unbearably frustrating. Annoying enough to leave a hateful comment on.
I wanted to shake my fist at the world and demand answers.
Considering all the unfairness the world had dealt me, I deserved an award just for surviving this far.
After all this effort, why were you so desperate to kill me? Why do you oppress me like this?
Until now, I’d consoled myself that at least I was still alive, but at this point, I was angry.
‘I just want to live peacefully with Father and Fession!’
Do you know what it’s like to lose your father?!
I didn’t even have a mother to begin with.
I’m grateful I created a mother for myself, but thinking about it, this world stole both my father and mother from me.
What did I ever do wrong?!
‘Is it because I’m not the heroine?’
Does Fession need to be with the heroine, so you’re trying to kill me because I’m in the way?
You lunatics, Fession followed me of his own choice first—so what do you want from me?!
And now, I didn’t want to give Fession to anyone else either. I was sick of it.
“I won’t give up. Go ahead, torment me. I’ll keep living—I won’t die, and I’ll be happy with Father and Fession, all of us together!”
I was the kind of reader who only watched happy endings.
My life couldn’t end in anything but a happy ending. I would make it a happy ending, no matter what.
Even if the world oppressed me forever!
Thump, thump, thump—
That was when something resonated with my unwavering resolve and rang out loudly.
Crack—
Along with the sound of fracturing.
—Chime.
Something shattered.
And in that same instant, a sense that had been locked away inside me opened all at once.
‘This place…’
A pitch-black, hollow space.
In the middle of an endlessly vast cosmos, only my consciousness was clear.
‘What’s happened to me?’
Only my spirit was here; my body was gone.
Had I really died?
‘No. I’m alive. My body is… asleep.’
The connection to my body was faint, so subtle I barely sensed it, yet unmistakably there. I was alive.
The moment I perceived my body, a new energy surged into me like a wave. It was that same energy I’d felt in the white space.
Not Mana, not an Esper ability—a new force entirely.
What is this energy?
[ It is Divinity ]
The unexpected answer made me pause. The voice sounded familiar.
‘That’s the voice of whoever was singing that song that seemed to come with a price tag.’
But that aside.
“Divinity? This?”
Divinity in a world without gods? How could that make sense?
[ You should be familiar with it ]
“I’m human—how would I be familiar with Divinity?”
[ You will be. Because you contain Divinity too. ]
I’d never heard anything like this before.
When I couldn’t manage a reply and only blinked, the voice continued as though sighing.
[ This world was made from shattered Divinity. ]
The new force filling me spread gently, resonating anew. It was the complete opposite of before, when it tried to devour my Mana and consume me.
‘So this is Divinity.’
I didn’t want to admit it, but it truly felt familiar. When it had been hostile, I hadn’t noticed, but feeling it absorbed willingly, it was somehow… like my Mana.
‘Was what I thought was Mana… actually not Mana at all?’
In that moment, another sound reached me.
People crying, screaming, wailing in despair and sorrow.
And even desperate prayers.
—God, please do not abandon us.
In that instant, certain memories flowed into me.

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‘People are weeping.’
I heard someone crying.
—The gods will forsake us.
Voices of people who lived in this land in the distant, ancient past.
—The world is ending?
—Is it the end for us too?
—What will become of us?
At the twilight of the Mythological Age, when the Apocalypse was foreseen and the gods reached their conclusion to abandon the world, the living things of this land clung to the departing deities.
All they could do was pray desperately.
But even the gods could not defy the Apocalypse. For their own sake, they had to abandon this world.
Was there no god to hear our prayers?
Must we face the Apocalypse as we are?
When all had surrendered to despair, a god performed a miracle and reversed their decision.
That god took pity on their faithful and bestowed mercy.
—If I surrender my Divinity, we might delay the fated Apocalypse somewhat.
It was only a brief reprieve, but the resolve of that merciful god to ensure that if they could not save all the living things of this land, at least all would live out peaceful lives before death—this resolve sent new waves across the earth.
—If we surrender our Divinity, we might live.
But who would dare defy a god?
Then someone bore the burden of sin themselves.
They murdered all the gods who tried to leave and poured their Divinity into this dying world—the scourge of the gods and the savior of humanity.
—Gods never truly die.
—As long as even one believer remains.
—So long as their Divinity is preserved.
—They can be resurrected at any time.
To prevent the gods’ resurrection, all Divinity was shattered. The Divinity of countless gods mixed together and scattered across the earth and sky.
Those fragmented Divinities created new rules for the world.
The birth of stars and sorcerers, the existence of Espers granted portions of Divinity, and Mana Stones formed from finely shattered Divinity.
Still the blessings and protection of countless gods maintaining the world itself.
The Apocalypse was deferred, and the world entered a new age.
And a very few living things gained immortality.
[ This world needs a god ]
The shattered Divinity scattered across the entire world had no master.
Even the last whole god had surrendered their Divinity to the world and stepped down from the Divine Throne.
Divinity yearned for its owner.
This world sought a new god.
Now I understood.
This Ruin was a cradle that some god had created before being slain.
A failsafe prepared for future resurrection.
‘So that’s why the Ruin in Gairen erupted in other worlds too.’
But it was unfortunate.
The Divinity sleeping in this Ruin had chosen me.
‘Actually, I’m not sorry about that at all.’
Now I felt the existence of countless Parallel Worlds connected to this Ruin.
The Gates of Parallel Worlds opening endlessly as I followed Father’s memories and footprints.
The presence of Fession and Father, lost in those worlds.
“I don’t know why Divinity chose me.”
But I know well that I must destroy this Ruin.
“They’re all dead.”
Now it was time to make good on my promise.

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