The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 364

Dad’s mental world kept growing more and more bizarre.

The dark red energy that had invaded this world stretched out in all directions like blood vessels, writhing and pulsing, and within it I held tightly onto the only one who hadn’t been consumed—the young, weak-looking version of Dad.

“I’m here.”

The moment I said that to him, hazy memories surfaced.

The time I had spent in that white space, talking with the Last God.

 

 

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【At last, I meet you.】

In the world of nothingness, the brilliantly multicolored mass of light that spoke to me introduced itself as the “Last God” of this world.

【Of course, I’ve lost my divinity, so I’m no longer truly a god.】

Unlike the other gods who were forcibly stripped of their divinity and completely destroyed, the Last God had given up their divinity of their own will. Because of that, even after being reduced to an immortal, they were still able to exist within the rules of this world.

【Though that, too, will end soon.】

When I asked what that meant—

【If I explain that, our conversation will end here. We should use this precious chance wisely.】

—I gave up on finding out.

Then,

“Is Shione really dead?”

【Yes.】

“Is it impossible to bring her back?”

【Yes.】

“Then why are you helping me?”

【That would consume too much authority. Would you like to know?】

“No.”

So the amount of authority used depends on what kind of conversation we have.

“Then… are you my status window?”

【No. Would you like to know? Though it would consume too much authority—】

“No! Then can I really save my dad?”

【If you make the right choice.】

“What’s the right choice?”

【That’s for you to decide.】

“Then what is Chloe, the one who possessed someone?”

【That would consume too much authority—】

“Pass.”

There were so many things I wanted to know, but strangely enough, my mind felt empty.

Maybe that’s why I asked this.

“Is your name Lumren?”

For the first time since the questions began, the mass of light seemed to smile.

【Lumren is not my name. To abandon one’s divinity is to erase one’s own name. No being in this world can remember my true ‘name.’】

As I watched the light scatter into tiny fragments and fall away, I heard a voice filled with quiet amusement.

【Lumren was the name of the land where the pitiful people who served me until the very end once lived.】

【They could not remember my name, but the fact that they worshiped me remained, and that is how it was passed down.】

Looking at the mass of light that was still called a god, even in a different way than before, I had a strange thought.

“Why did you take humanity’s side?”

The Last God had chosen humanity, even knowing it meant their own end.

To future descendants, it would become a beautiful legend—but why did that god do it?

I’d always been curious about that.

Even for humans, giving up something you possess is hard.
And yet a god gave up divinity itself—for humans.

To my very human, worldly question, the “god” answered in a very godlike way.

【Because I was their god.】

It was a gentle voice, with no scolding, no resentment.

I suddenly felt embarrassed for even asking.

The Last God seemed even more amused by my reaction.

“Then what should I do?”

【That’s for you to decide.】

“Weren’t you here to teach me something?”

And then… what was it the god said?

 

 

 

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【You don’t need to remember everything.】

【Just one thing.】

“What you want.”

【What you live for.】

What matters most to you, and what you are willing to give up for it.

“And remember what you are.”

【Define yourself.】

“—Then your life will speak for what kind of person you were.”

At the time, it felt like advice meant only for me.

But now, in this situation, I realized it wasn’t.

It was advice meant for Dad, too.

Something that would speak for who he was—

Dad’s life.

But was there anyone in this world who truly understood his life?

“No.”

Except me.

‘It wasn’t just because I can use divinity, was it, status window?’

If using divinity was the condition for salvation, then knowing Dad’s entire life was the qualification of the savior.

That meant only I could save him.

“So it wasn’t enough to just pull Dad out of the ruins, out of his past, out of the regression loop. Right?”

The point where Dad’s fate became inevitable was earlier than all of that.

And looking at Dad in the form of a child who couldn’t even be six yet, I felt like I finally understood why.

After seeing Morden call Dad a failure, after seeing how Dad lost control whenever Mehen was taken from him—if I still didn’t get it, I’d be an idiot.

A hollow laugh escaped me.

“If I’d been just a little later, I really would’ve lost Dad completely.”

And this world would have ended.

“I get it now.”

Young Valer looked at me with wide eyes, not understanding my words.

“Sister…?”

Those clear, bewitching amethyst eyes wavered sadly.

At the same time, the world itself shook. The dark red energy writhed even more violently, threatening both me and young Valer.

To be honest, it was power so densely packed that someone at my level shouldn’t have been able to touch it easily.

Surrounded by Valers from other worldlines, all threatening us, I calmly observed Dad’s mental world.

I didn’t know what his original mental world looked like, but it probably wasn’t pretty.

It must’ve been messy.

‘Like Dad’s study in the secret Halbern archive.’

I thought about Valer Sirun Halbern.

In the original story, he appeared as a villain—an antagonist who suddenly went mad one day.

But inside him were the pain and despair of losing Mehen, losing me, and losing his sister even earlier.

A fate that twisted and tangled until it reached this point—it was absurd.

“Didn’t someone say that if you’re certain of your despair, you have to act as if you still have hope?”

Dad saved me.
And I, saved by Dad, was now saving him.

How despairing—and how hopeful—was that?

How happy was I now, holding a future that another version of me had once wished for?

In this overwhelming, brutal stroke of luck I hadn’t even noticed, I finally realized what I needed to do.

【Do not deny your past.】

A huge part of me that I’d hidden, afraid it would seem strange.
My past—the one I’d been avoiding.

I smiled without realizing it at the Last God’s final piece of advice.

“Dad… I’m sorry I never told you this before, but I have memories from a previous life.”

Young Dad’s clear eyes reflected my face as I carefully revealed my past.

“My previous world wasn’t here. It was a planet called Earth, in the Solar System of our galaxy. A world where humans were the only intelligent beings, and there was no magic.”

As I spoke, a purer, denser silver divinity that had been curled up inside me began to slowly spill out. It completely covered both the divinity already spread around and the grotesquely writhing dark red energy.

“There are almost no monarchies there. Most countries are republics. Well… there are some dictatorships too.”

When I smiled, young Dad’s expression changed for the first time.

He wasn’t trembling anymore. He didn’t ask why I was saying this.

Wooooong—

“That world isn’t perfect either. It has plenty of problems. But I liked it, because it was made by people who kept trying to make things better than the past.”

There were a lot of painful memories—but just as many good ones. I wondered if my online friend A, who always recommended romance fantasy novels, was doing well.

I took young Dad’s small hand.

“Do you want to see it? The world I lived in.”

BAAANG—!

In that instant, with a deafening roar that overwhelmed the battlefield, the scene of a huge city filled with cars spread out in every direction.

The noise of traffic.
A forest of buildings blocking the view.

My mental world revealed itself.