The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 374

The dragon’s roar shook the sky. Under an overwhelming pressure so immense it could crush any living being, Morden spoke in admiration.

“What a truly beautiful sight.”

To think he would see, in his lifetime, the supreme dragon of the bottomless abyss—one not even recorded in history.

“Ah, maybe not in my lifetime. I already died once.”

Anyway, there was a strange sense of awe in watching the monsters that filled the ground all at once smash through the massive Northern Castle walls and surge forward.

If only there weren’t certain sounds ruining the scene.

“Ugh—ughheeeek.”

“Tsk.”

Annoyed by the discordant noise beside him, Morden clicked his tongue. Chloe was crouched on the ground, vomiting nonstop.

‘A p-person died…….’

She had seen a human turned into a lump of flesh when the Northern Castle collapsed. And not just that.

‘Th-they got eaten…….’

“Ughheeeek.”

Unable to endure the sight of a battlefield with modern sensibilities, Chloe kept retching. She knew something terrible would happen, but she had never imagined it would be like this.

“How did Cheyen ever choose such a weak specimen…….”

Morden looked down at Chloe, who was escaping into denial, with open disdain.

Saying she didn’t know, trying to run from the guilt—only after seeing people die right in front of her.

Did she really not know?

If her brain wasn’t just decoration, she should have been able to predict the results of what they were doing.

‘She’s just making excuses and running away—only after people started dying.’

What puzzled him was Cheyen’s attitude. Of all things, the Nightmare of the Star despised this kind of shallow weakness the most. And yet, wasn’t he treating her like the tongue in his mouth?

‘Well, she’s useful enough.’

Without Chloe, they wouldn’t have been able to summon the dragon—let alone get anywhere near it.

‘It’s like she’s protected by laws that don’t belong to this world.’

Thanks to that, she had manifested Cheyen’s will like an ancient “saintess” and successfully struck a deal with the dragon.

Considering that immortals normally cannot enter each other’s domains due to clashing authorities, it was an absurdly powerful ability.

“Ueheeeek.”

If only the person herself weren’t such a mess.

‘How am I supposed to drag this along…….’

As Morden fell into thought, the air around Chloe wavered. The veil of the hidden world peeled back, and Cheyen stepped out.

“Chloe, are you having a hard time? It’s okay. You’re doing well.”

“H-hic, Cheyen niiiim.”

“There are bound to be sacrifices in a legendary journey like yours. Humans die anyway, don’t they? This isn’t your fault.”

“Ah, Cheyen nim…….”

Morden watched Chloe settle comfortably into those shallow words of comfort with a contemptuous gaze, then met Cheyen’s eyes.

Within Cheyen’s calm gaze, there was no emotion beyond carefully crafted kindness……

‘Well, not my problem.’

Morden had finally completed his research on his own resurrection—the only way to defy the world’s law that all life must die, and the dead never return.

Many things were required, but above all else, there was one essential element.

‘A sacrifice on the scale of a city.’

The black mages who served Cheyen revealed themselves.

They summoned monsters made even more violent by black magic, along with the tools they had painstakingly raised in the hidden world. Like sewage spilling from a broken pipe, they poured endlessly from holes in the air.

Kraaaah!

“More blood! More knowledge!”

“Be sacrificed for the great will! Consider it an honor!”

The dragon that had been swimming through the sky roared loudly in time with the mad voices.

 

 

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“Mages! Mages to the north tower!”

“We’re short on people at the south tower too!”

“That side has mana stones, it’ll be fine!”

The Northern Castle was already facing an unprecedented crisis from the record-breaking monster wave alone.

“And now those black mages join in too?!”

From the perspective of someone defending the Northern Castle, Jaren honestly wanted to die.

“At this rate, we may have to abandon the 11th wall.”

“What? Already?! It hasn’t even been an hour since the 12th outer wall fell!”

At that moment, Muvisk’s ability—which let Jaren read not only ally positions but also advantages and disadvantages—sent him a warning. A dangerous presence was felt around all troops defending the 11th wall.

“Damn it, pull them back! Now!”

This was a time when even a single soldier’s life was precious. Normally, they would have reinforced nearby units, but now, perhaps because of the dragon, unstable mana waves were preventing warp gates from functioning properly.

That meant they had to fight with only the people here.

“Even if we die today, we have to hold this place! If the Northern Castle falls, the Northern Continent is finished!”

In the worst-case scenario, they might even have to destroy the bridge connecting the Northern and Central Continents.

Kwooooom—!

Meanwhile, the Northern Castle’s bomb traps activated, dealing solid damage to the enemy.

“That’s it—this is it!”

Even as he clenched his fist, Jaren couldn’t take his eyes off the sky, anxiety gnawing at him.

This fragile balance would collapse in an instant the moment the dragon truly joined the fight.

 

 

 

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The dragon that appeared from the bottomless abyss could be seen even from Lemuren, which lay close to the north.

“A dragon?”

“A real dragon?!”

A loud murmur spread through the palace, always crowded with visitors.

“Aren’t dragons supposed to be just legends?”

“Come to think of it, wasn’t there a rumor that a dragon hunt succeeded in Albrecht about ten years ago…….”

“But why is it hard to breathe…….”

The visitors of Lemuren struggled to steady their breathing without understanding why, but Valer, who had once faced a dragon, immediately recognized it.

‘Dragon Fear.’

And not just any—fear from a dragon of a much higher rank than the one he had met before.

‘That’s probably one of the ancient dragons that serve the Dragon Lord.’

Which meant—

“So the Dragon Lord has finally made his decision.”

In every worldline, the Northern Castle falling and the Northern Continent being overrun by monsters had always happened.

“It was bound to come.”

But the feeling of facing this moment with a sane mind was strangely sweet.

He had survived. He hadn’t gone mad.

‘No—more accurately, I wasn’t controlled.’

Anyway.

“There’s only one being in this world worthy of being called a tyrant.”

The Dragon Lord, Karzien.

From the faint memories of other worldlines, once Karzien appeared, the Northern Castle would be reduced to ashes in an instant, and the Sky Tower would collapse just as quickly.

His overwhelming power was more than enough to justify the nickname “Tyrant.”

“Well, anyway. That’s how it is.”

After instantly finishing preparations to head to the Northern Castle, Valer faced Mehen, who stood there glaring at him with folded arms, and smiled with neatly curved eyes.

Given the situation, Mehen couldn’t stop Valer—but her expression was extremely complicated.

Sending one’s lord to a place where he might die—how could her feelings not be complicated?

Valer’s judgment was swift, and his actions even swifter. He hurried to leave before Arellin could stop him, moving so fast that only Mehen barely noticed.

“You’ll come back alive, right?”

“Hey now. What you just said almost killed me.”

“?”

“When you’re heading to a place where you might die, you never say things like, ‘When this war is over, I’ll propose to her.’ The moment you do, you’re doomed.”

“What kind of nonsense is that?”

Mehen looked dumbfounded, but Valer pretended not to hear and smiled brightly.

“Anyway, honey, please take care of things afterward.”

Mehen’s serious expression crumpled instantly. Seeing her pull out a magic scroll, Valer laughed and ran toward the intercontinental gate.

“Hey! Get back here, you brat!”

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“?”

Valer’s smile faded, leaving a light, unburdened expression as he spoke his final words.

“I left my will in Lemuren. If I die, give it to the cardinal.”

At his almost cheerful tone, Mehen froze for a moment. By the time she came to her senses, Valer was already gone.

Clutching her head, Mehen muttered in despair,

“You idiot… at least pretend you’re going to come back alive.”