The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health – Chapter 270

Author: Asternkm

I stayed on guard.

“Waiting? Waiting for what?”

The letters written in the divine language blurred, then changed into the Albrecht common tongue.

[ I have waited for a long time ]

The energy surrounding the white space flickered intermittently, like a beating heart.

Is this one of those things?
A plan to lower my guard and stab me in the back?

“I’m not buying it.”

I didn’t know what it was, but I didn’t want to get involved. Even though I put up my guard, the energy pooled together and turned into more words.

[ One who can reach this place ]

[ One bound by fate ]

[ One who is qualified ]

The massive energy began to boil.

I knew it!

At some point, the thin, flowing song stopped. The calm and sacred space changed in an instant.

The inside began to shake.

Woo— woo— woong—

The energy pulsed even harder than before, scattering light everywhere. It felt like something was about to happen any second.

This really feels like I should run.

‘But… where do I run?’

There was nowhere to escape to. This space had no exit.

The moment I thought, So I really fell into a trap, the energy that had gathered in the air suddenly grew enormous and poured down on me like beams of light.

****

When I came to my senses, I was floating somewhere.

I had no sense of a body. It felt like I’d turned into a bodiless amoeba. And yet, I was endlessly light, like I was drifting through space.

‘How did this even happen?’

My life really had terrible luck.

‘I just came here to find my dad!’

Is a character not interesting unless their life is full of ups and downs? Doing this much to a mere extra was just cruel.

Was I about to die? Was this my life flashing before my eyes? The path of my life so far shone vividly.

From the moment I regained memories of my past life, to clashing with Pession, to Mehen becoming my mom, to meeting my dad who I’d only heard about in rumors, to being kidnapped by the regent duke, to thinking I’d die for sure because I was terminally ill—only to meet my master.

‘Everyone else seems to live just fine. Why is even living normally this hard for me?’

Because I’m just an extra?

Who even decides that?!

‘Am I really going to die without saving my dad?’

If my life were a novel, this would be a total frustration arc. The kind that makes you want to leave angry comments.

I wanted to point at the world and argue with it.

Considering all the unfair treatment I’d gotten, surviving this long deserved a reward, not more suffering.

I’ve worked this hard—so why are you so desperate to kill me? Why are you bullying me like this?

Up until now, I’d brushed it off with well, I’m still alive somehow, but at this point, I was angry.

‘I just want to live happily with my dad and Pession!’

Do you even know what it’s like to grow up without a dad?!

I didn’t even have a mom.

Honestly, it was lucky I made myself a mom—because if you think about it, the one who took both my dad and mom away from me was this world.

What did I even do wrong?!

‘Is it because I’m not the female lead?’

Are you trying to kill me because Pession is supposed to end up with the female lead, and I’m still alive?

You lunatics—Pession was the one who followed me around saying he liked me first! What do you want me to do about that?!

And now, I don’t even want to give Pession up to anyone else. I’m sick of that idea.

“I’m not losing. Go on, keep being unfair. Huh? I won’t die no matter what, and I will live happily with my dad and Pession!”

I was the type who only read novels with happy endings.

There was no way I’d accept my own life not having one. No matter what, I would make it a happy ending.

No matter how much the world tried to crush me!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

That was when it happened. As if something reacted to my unshakable will, a loud sound rang out.

Crack—

Along with the sound of something splitting—

Clang.

Something shattered.

At the same time, a sense that had been sealed inside me burst wide open all at once.

‘This place is…….’

A pitch-black, empty space.

In the middle of an endlessly vast universe, only my consciousness was clear.

‘What happened to me?’

What existed here was only my mind. I had no body.

Did I really die?

‘No. I’m alive. My body is… asleep.’

I could faintly feel a connection to my body. It was so faint that I had to focus hard to notice it, but I was definitely alive.

The moment I sensed my body, a new energy surged into me like waves. It was the same energy I had felt in the white space.

A new power—neither magic nor an ability.

What is this energy?

[ It’s divinity. ]

The unexpected answer made me freeze. The voice was familiar.

‘That’s the voice that sang that song you’d have to pay money to hear.’

More importantly—

“Divinity? This?”

Divinity in a world with no gods—how does that make sense?

[ You should be familiar with it. ]

“I’m human. How would I be familiar with divinity?”

[ No, you are familiar with it. Because you have divinity too. ]

It was something I had never heard before.

As I blinked, unable to respond, the voice spoke again, like a sigh.

[ Because this world was made from shattered divinity. ]

The new power filling me spread gently and resonated anew. It was completely different from before, when it had tried to swallow my magic and devour me.

‘So this is divinity.’

I didn’t want to admit it, but it really did feel familiar. I hadn’t noticed when it was hostile, but now that it was being absorbed smoothly, it felt… similar to my magic.

‘Was what I thought was magic not actually magic?’

At that moment, another sound reached me.

Shouting voices. Screams. Voices full of resentment. Crying.

And even desperate prayers.

—O gods, please don’t abandon us.

At that instant, memories flowed into me.

*****

‘People are crying.’

I could hear someone sobbing.

—The gods are going to abandon us.

Voices of people who lived on this land long, long ago.

—What? The end of the world is coming?

—Is this really the end for us?

—Then what are we supposed to do?

At the very end of the Age of Myths, when the apocalypse was foretold and the gods decided to give up on the world, the lives of this land clung to the departing gods.

All they could do was pray desperately.

But even the gods could not defy the end. For their own survival, they had to leave this world.

Is there no god left to hear our prayers?

Do we really have to face the end like this?

Just as everyone fell into despair, one god miraculously reversed their decision.

That god pitied their followers and showed mercy.

—If I offer my divinity, we can push the end back a little.

It was only a small delay, but that compassionate god decided that even if they couldn’t save all life, they would at least give everyone time to live peacefully before dying. That resolve sent ripples through the land.

—If we offer divinity, we can live.

But who would want to go against the gods?

That was when someone took all the sin upon themselves.

The calamity of the gods and the savior of humans—who killed all the gods who tried to leave, and offered their divinity to the dying land.

—Gods never truly die.

—As long as even one believer remains.

—As long as their divinity endures.

—They can always be revived.

To prevent the gods’ revival, all divinity was shattered. The divinity of countless gods mixed together and was scattered across the land and sky.

Those fragmented pieces of divinity created new rules for the world.

The birth of stars and mages, the existence of ability users who received fragments of divinity, and mana stones formed from hardened shards of divine power.

And even now, the blessings and protection of countless gods still sustained the world.

The apocalypse was postponed, and the world entered a new age.

And a very small number of beings gained immortality.

[ This world needs a god. ]

The divinity scattered across the world had no owner.

Even the last complete god had offered their divinity to the world and stepped down from the divine throne.

Divinity wanted an owner.

This world wanted a new god.

Now I understood.

This ruin was a cradle a god had made before being killed.

A safeguard, prepared so they could revive one day.

‘That’s why the Gairen ruins erupted even in other worlds.’