The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 272

Sparks flew in Cheyen’s eyes at my question.

His golden eyes, pupils narrowed like a wild beast’s, glared straight at me.

‘You really never know what life will throw at you.’

Who would’ve thought the day would come when I could stand on equal footing with the guy who once scared me so badly I couldn’t even speak properly?

I puffed out my chest proudly, basically saying I’m the master’s favorite disciple, when Cheyen suddenly let out a dry laugh.

‘Why is he laughing?’

Still chuckling, he spoke.

“I almost fell for it.”

Cheyen rubbed his forehead and swept his hair back, then looked at me with noticeably softer eyes.

“You’ve gotten a lot better at joking, Arell.”

“What joke? I’m not joking.”

Cheyen snorted with a gleam in his eyes.

“My master would never take on a new disciple. I’m the master’s one and only disciple.”

Wow. Denial, much?

“You were expelled, and you’re calling him your master? And every mage in the Mage Tower learned from him—what do you mean ‘only disciple’?”

“That’s different from simply learning from him. I learned everything my master had.”

“And after learning all that, you killed the other top disciples?”

Cheyen smiled sweetly. That gentle-looking smile made my skin crawl.

“I’m the only one who can truly understand my master.”

So there was more between them?

‘When I get back, I’m interrogating my master thoroughly.’

I was planning to brush this off lightly, but now that wasn’t an option anymore.

“So the master saved you… Does that mean you became his subordinate? And yet you rejected my offer so confidently.”

Well, part of my soul was tangled up with my master’s, but calling it a subordinate relationship felt wrong.

‘I’m not bound to my master.’

Still, did I really need to explain that?

When I shrugged, Cheyen’s expression hardened.

Ts ts ts—

A thin mist slowly began to rise.

Before, I hadn’t even known what it was—but now, inside that creeping fog, I heard something unpleasant.

The sound of something licking its lips, eager to devour.

‘The mist is alive.’

As the mist thickened, Cheyen’s eyes grew more and more unhinged.

“If I swallow you here, I’ll get the master’s rank too.”

“You think that’ll be easy?”

“The master’s rank is fine. I can swallow that.”

Cheyen let out a slow breath.

“Arell, this is your last chance. I don’t want to hurt you after you survived so much.”

—Ts ts ts ts—

The mist surrounding us grew denser.

‘I can feel a heartbeat.’

The fog writhed around me threateningly, as if it were about to swallow me whole. I honestly felt like I might get eaten.

And then—

Flash—!

The moment the ruins’ divinity shone, the mist vanished without a trace, and I silently cheered.

The ruins are a god, and right now, I’m invincible.

Kuuuuung.

A massive sound echoed from the ruins themselves, and Cheyen’s face twisted in response.

“Cheyen, can you really do it? This whole ruin is my territory now.”

I could feel it clearly.

With the divinity of the ruins, there was no one inside this place who could defeat me.

‘Now I get why immortals never leave their domains.’

Even a stray dog has the advantage on its own turf—and right now, that was me.

“Ha ha……”

Cheyen laughed hollowly, then suddenly burst into manic laughter.

“Khkhkh.”

What’s wrong with him? Has he completely lost it?

I was quietly backing away, trying not to draw attention, when—

“Interesting.”

Cheyen spoke to me with an expression that looked anything but interested.

“Very interesting.”

With the same utterly uninterested face, Cheyen crooked his finger.

“I expected that whoever blocked my path would be an immortal who followed different rules… but I never imagined it would be you, Arell.”

The gentleness in his voice only made the chills worse.

“Don’t call me by some nickname whenever you feel like it. I never gave you permission.”

Cheyen lifted the corner of his mouth in a smile.

His neatly curved eyes formed a captivating eye-smile, like he was trying to charm me.

What is he really after?

“What were you doing in these ruins?”

“I was making a god.”

Cheyen answered lightly, as if there were nothing to hide.
The words themselves, however, were anything but light.

“Or maybe I should say—I was calling one.”

“And what were you planning to do after calling a god?”

I thought if I played dumb and tested him a bit, he might spill everything easily—but of course, he wasn’t that simple.

“Arell, have you ever thought that this world is strange?”

I narrowed my eyes at the sudden question.

“This world is strange?”

“A world with no god, yet with beings that live forever. A world where mismatched things are scattered everywhere. Doesn’t that seem odd?”

Cheyen’s eyes glittered strangely.

“If the gods are dead, why do the traces they left behind still remain and keep functioning? Where did the divinity of the murdered gods go? Have you ever thought there are too many stars in the night sky? Or wondered why each of those stars holds power far beyond what ordinary humans could ever reach? Have you ever thought that high-tier mages and their stars resemble believers and their gods?”

When he put it that way, it did sound strange—but until now, those were things I’d passed over without much thought.

‘I just assumed that was the setting.’

Who digs that deeply into a romance fantasy world anyway? Most people just care about when the male and female leads get together.

“So that’s why you activated the ruins.”

“I only added a tiny spoonful.”

I let out a laugh in disbelief.

“By sacrificing an entire city?”

“If a god is going to descend, it’s only natural to need a sacrifice, right?”

“Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

“Arell, there’s no such thing as a perfectly innocent victim in this world.”

Cheyen’s smile deepened.

“After all, it was humans who discovered these ruins and dug them up in the first place.”

The way he twisted it into they brought it on themselves was ridiculous. Did he think I was an idiot?

“Fine. Let’s say people caused the consequences through their own mistakes.”

But there was no denying that Cheyen played a decisive role in the ruins erupting and everything turning out like this.

Where does he get off scamming people like this?

“If the ruins had only been dug up, they would’ve just stayed sealed after drinking the blood of a few adventurers.
Are you saying it was their original power to open parallel worlds and suck people dry?”

At least make it sound believable.

The one who used my dad to connect all those parallel worlds was someone else—and chances were high that it was the guy standing right in front of me.

“No idea who did that. How unfortunate.”

“If you’re going to deny it, at least do it properly! Do you know what kind of mess you’ve caused? You think blaming people will end this? How are you going to take responsibility for all of this?!”

“Do I really need to take responsibility?”

“…What?”

“Why should I take responsibility for their choices?”

“…….”

A brief silence fell.

Cheyen leaned in and whispered lazily.

“Killing and being killed, eating and being eaten—that’s the rule of this world humans have worshipped since ancient times. And it’s only natural that those at the top monopolize everything.”

So because that’s how the world works, exploiting others’ lives meant he’d done nothing wrong.

What an unbelievably awful excuse.

“Then why are you trying to revive a god? If a god appears, that means there’ll be someone above you.”

Cheyen smiled.

It was such a soft, warm smile that I almost fell for it for a split second.

“I’m going to kill my master.”

…Of course.

I frowned without meaning to at the declaration of killing an immortal.

“Did you forget? My master is an immortal.”

“I know. But I can kill him.”

“How?!”

“If I kill all mages and devour the stars, then…”

His golden eyes gleamed with madness.

I couldn’t understand it.
Reviving a god just to kill my master?

‘After being that obsessed with him to his face?’

When he’d just claimed he was the master’s only disciple. None of it added up, and I scowled.

“Why are you trying to kill my master, anyway?”

“Oh. You don’t know?”

Cheyen’s expression shifted strangely.

What don’t I know?

It was right then that Cheyen, who’d been talking nonstop, closed his mouth.

“Then never mind.”

“What do you mean, never mind?”

“This plan has failed. Can’t be helped. I’ll retreat here.”

“What?”

Cheyen stepped back.

Seeing how he looked like he might disappear at any moment, I hurriedly reached out to grab him.

“Hey! At least explain before you go!”

What a cheap move, cutting it off right here!

“Instead.”

Ts ts ts ts.

Mist poured out of Cheyen’s body again. I reflexively stepped back—but unlike before, the mist didn’t attack me. It simply spread out.

‘No—this isn’t just spreading…’

The moment I realized the mist was seeping into the space itself—

—Crack.

From somewhere beyond, I heard the sound of something breaking.

Drdrdrdrdrk.

At the same time, the entire space began to shake violently.

Just as a bad feeling hit me, my eyes met Cheyen’s—and he smiled brilliantly.

“I’ll make it so you can’t save anyone.”

I have to stop him.

I reached out instantly, but Cheyen’s form dissolved like mist and vanished.

—Go on. Try your best.

At the echoing voice and mocking laughter, I clenched my fists tightly.

“You insane troll bastard…!”