The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 312

“At the time, everyone who had gone missing from the slums was there. Children, elderly people, women, men—even demi-humans. No one was spared. They were all dragged in and subjected to ‘experiments.’ The result of those experiments? Well, let’s just say—not a single person survived in one piece.”

It wasn’t just that no one survived normally. Every single test subject without exception mutated and turned into a strange kind of “monster.”

Back then, Valer didn’t even know what it was. What was happening, or why he himself was there.

“About half of my heir training was spent fighting those mutated test subjects…”

By the time he realized what he had been dragged into and what he had done, his hands were already stained with blood.

“…And the other half was having a serum—judged successful based on those experiments—directly injected into my body.”

The thickened skin and flesh that had once been human were hard for the still-young Valer to cut through, and every fight became a desperate battle for survival.

The father who had locked him inside the cage watched with interest, amused whether his son lived or died. The other researchers there were no different.

“……”

Mehen froze as if broken, unable to process what he was hearing.

Valer, recalling “those days” for the first time in a long while, sank deeply into the sofa.

A time when it would have been stranger not to go insane.

No one cared whether he lived or died.

Only after he was completely alone did Valer realize what his sister had been protecting him from all along.

“How do you think I became so strong? Wasn’t I far too young to have power like this? ‘Overwhelming martial strength’ has always belonged to Mubisk alone, so why do you think I’m this strong? Because I’m talented? Well… that played a part, I suppose…”

Mehen’s face was openly shaken. Valer laughed, finding it amusing.

How long had it been since he’d seen such a human reaction?

“Isn’t it interesting?”

Mehen, who had been staring in shock with his mouth open, frowned deeply.

How could that possibly be interesting? He wanted to snap back, but no words came out.

Something like that existed beneath the mansion we were just in…?

“Want to hear one more fun fact?”

“There’s more?!”

Watching Mehen recoil as if sick of peeling this family like an endless onion, Valer swallowed a laugh.

“My mother actually committed suicide not long after I was born. That man—my so-called father—poured all his power into trying to bring her back to life. He didn’t hesitate to break taboos.”

Mehen was stunned.

Not just by what Valer was saying—but by where they were.

Is this really something you can talk about so openly here? What if someone hears?

Only then did Mehen realize his surroundings and hurriedly look around. Seeing that, Valer burst out laughing.

“No one but you can hear. I already put up a barrier.”

Valer’s violet eyes shimmered unnaturally—proof he was using his ability.

“Then you should’ve told me first! I thought my heart was going to stop!”

“If it does, I’ll just reattach it.”

“Is that something you say right now?!”

Mehen scowled, then slowly processed what he had just heard.

“Wait. When did the Duchess of Halbern die? Right after you were born?”

A chill ran through Mehen’s body.

“That’s impossible. Then who was the Duchess of Halbern I met?”

“Well… who do you think she was?”

Valer smiled sharply.

“I don’t know either. Just like you, I believed my mother was alive—until my sister left the family.”

Who could have known that the family, which looked so ordinary on the surface, became something completely different once you peeled back a single layer?

Valer reached for his wine glass. The dry flavor spread across his tongue.

“Do you know why my mother died?”

Savoring the lingering scent of wine, Valer gave a soft laugh.

“My sister exposed my father’s ‘secret.’ Apparently, that man fell for my mother at first sight and pulled some disgusting tricks. Her family, her fiancé—he erased that entire town from the map.”

Shione pitied their mother, but Valer felt nothing. Having been raised solely by Shione, parents held little meaning for him.

“So after giving birth to me, she cursed my father and killed herself.”

Valer’s voice carried no emotion—if anything, it was gentle and calm.

That was why Mehen felt so confused about what he was hearing.

“A common, predictable tragedy. Though the outcome wasn’t common at all.”

A cliché story—but when it became your own, its destructive power was undeniable.

Because this was where Valer’s true tragedy began.

“My father wanted to kill my sister.”

Naturally, Morden was furious that the daughter he had looked down on caused unexpected consequences.

That was the reason their conflict and opposition deepened.

They were both thinking about how to kill the other.

More carefully. More seriously.

“I thought it was a joke—but he really was planning how to kill her. Even pondering which method would satisfy him the most.”

Valer only learned that much later.

A truth his sister never knew until her death.

“The regent stepped in halfway, so it seems he changed course and sold her instead of killing her…”

Valer still wanted to kill the regent who had made his sister miserable, yet at the same time felt a strange pity for him.

After all, it was their father who exploited and encouraged the regent’s feelings for his sister to profit.

Of course, had the regent been wiser, he might have saved her—but well.

As Morden’s only son, Valer knew exactly how cruel and cunning his father was.

There was no way the regent could have escaped that scheme.

“I think ‘Father’ found a way to hurt my sister more than killing her outright.”

Morden wanted to destroy everything Shione cherished, and watch her suffer.

Yes—Valer himself.

He later learned that his father had been sending Shione footage of him being brutalized in the lab using his ability.

Even though her body was far away, she could access Halbern’s secret archives—and she watched it every day, crying in agony.

That meticulously crafted malice tormented them endlessly.

“Looking back, I don’t think Morden ever intended to raise an heir. Just look at the excuse he called my heir training.”

Valer no longer even bothered to call him “father,” not even out of formality.

Mehen, who had been listening silently, wore a blank, stupid expression. From start to finish, Valer’s story was far beyond what he could handle.

He felt like he was going to lose his mind.

Just hearing it was suffocating.

“…Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because now, I can.”

“While you were going through all that… I knew nothing…”

“Because I made sure you wouldn’t.”

The violet eyes shining under the lights were emotionless, and his flat voice was unnervingly calm.

As if everything he’d suffered meant nothing.

Ha. As if that could be true.

“Then why tell me now, you bastard?!”

“Hahaha.”

If he had never known, that would have been one thing—but now that he did, Mehen couldn’t pretend ignorance.

He had been by Valer’s side longer than anyone.

And when he recalled Valer’s subtle changes and the strange events in the mansion, everything lined up perfectly with what he’d just heard.

And I didn’t know any of it…

Seeing Mehen gag from the delayed wave of guilt and disgust, Valer gently patted his back and smiled beautifully.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“What do you mean it’s okay? None of this is okay!”

“You couldn’t have found out without an ability anyway. It really isn’t your fault.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

Mehen’s expression twisted.