The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 380

She fainted.

So unfair!

‘I should’ve landed one good hit.’

It felt like I could hear that lizard bastard laughing at me, even from here. Which made no sense, since I was unconscious.

I wanted to wake up as soon as possible and teach Karjien how cruel reality really was, but when I thought about it… I was the one tasting that cruelty right now.

[!Warning! The user’s body is in an overload state!]

[!Risk of rampage!]

I was too angry to notice, but it felt like my insides were completely twisted up…….

Maybe because this happened while the side effects of the holy power rampage still hadn’t faded, the status window flashed red like it was scolding me.

“Yeah, yeah, put it away already.”

Why can I see the status window when I’m unconscious?

‘Did I just force my consciousness offline?’

What was funny was that there was another window besides this one.

[■■ ■■ inheriting……]

[……]

[Complete!]

“……?”

At some point, something was glowing on the back of my hand… a musical note?

[It seems like it will be useful someday.]

Is this status window messing with me right now?

“Don’t you ever update properly?”

So what is this supposed to be? A blessing or something?

I tilted my head while staring at the purple, glowing eighth-note bundle ♫.

Now it suddenly gives me the blessing of music?

Well, that’s not what matters right now.

“I don’t even have time to waste, and I don’t know what’s happening at the Northern Castle.”

Worrying won’t make anything move forward, but my heart was in a rush!

I closed my eyes, hoping I’d wake up when I opened them again—
and then opened them.

Huh?

Without any warning, the scenery had changed.

And there was a boy.

A boy whom the queen of the giants, who once ruled the continent in the age of gods, carried for ten years before finally giving birth to him.

‘What, this memory again?’

Still, since I’d seen it once before, I had built some resistance. I was watching while roughly predicting what kind of tragedy would unfold when—

That boy… looked at me.

“……?”

What? Did he really see me? Can he see me?

I flinched without realizing it.

“Hello.”

The boy greeted me.

 

 

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I’d thought this even when I saw his memories before, but he had a clean, neat appearance.

The son of the queen of giants, and of Sloth.

The man who would later become the Apostle of the End.

I stayed still, doubting whether he was really greeting me, but the boy smiled and greeted me again.

“Hello.”

“……!”

Ignoring a greeting twice would be rude for someone born in the Land of Courtesy.

“Hello.”

After returning the greeting, a question arose.

What is this situation, really?

The boy answered it.

“You are someone who can walk the paths of dreams.”

“The paths of dreams……?”

A third space where only the mind can come—neither past nor future.

“Some call it another place of the Akashic Records, and others call it a consciousness from another world.”

“Oh. So that’s the setting.”

“And it is usually a place where those who prophesy glimpse the future.”

“Prophecy……!”

Knowing that this boy became the Apostle of the End after seeing one future wrong, I flinched. The boy chuckled softly.

Did he know I’d seen his past(?) memories? In moments like this, what do you need? A fast apology.

“I’msorryIdidn’tmeanstolook!Anywayitwasn’tintentionalatall!”

When I apologized at lightning speed, unlike some lizard I knew, the man of character who tried to stop the end of the world until the very end nodded kindly.

“It must have been the dream showing it to you on its own. It’s fine.”

“Saint……!”

“And you were probably influenced by that dragon as well.”

“……?”

What does that mean now?

A calm gaze settled on me.

“You’ve met him, haven’t you. The grief-stricken tyrant.”

“…I don’t know about grief-stricken, but I did meet the Dragon Lord.”

The boy smiled gently, confirming they were the same person.

And he told me why the dragon was obsessed with him.

“That ‘dragon’ firmly believes that the moment I appear, the end will surely come. That’s why he wants to bring me out.”

Is that something you can say so casually?

“Why would he want to bring you out—don’t tell me, he really wants the world to end right now?”

The Apostle of the End smiled, as if my guess was correct.

“It’s fine. It’s already a thing of the past.”

“No, it’s still happening right now.”

“No. Because I’ve met you.”

“Huh?”

With the deep, seasoned eyes of an old man and the youthful freshness of a boy on the same face, the Apostle smiled brightly.

Like someone who had been saved.

“It’s already passed. And… thanks to that, I think I’ll be able to endure what I’ll go through in the future.”

“Uh…….”

What… can I do?

Maybe I can purify something?

Since this is a dream, maybe it’s possible. I tried to pull out my violin, but the boy—who had been quietly watching me with a mysterious smile—suddenly burst into laughter.

Ah, not that?

Ahem.

“…You really are an interesting possibility for the world.”

“People call me a singularity.”

“In the end, it’s the same idea.”

His soft, quiet voice spoke like poetry.

Suddenly, the Apostle of the End grabbed my hand and smiled.

“Have you ever seen a dream become reality?”

Huh?

Suddenly, my vision changed.

 

 

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The Domain of Sloth.

Her world, where everything slept, existed for only one purpose.

To put the Apostle of the End to sleep.

Londia, once revered as the Mother of Life, sealed herself away, bearing the sin of being unable to kill her own son—the Apostle of the End, whose very existence brought about destruction.

“…….”

Deep in her domain, in a bizarre place where all the corruption and darkness of the world seemed to sleep, a boy lay peacefully.

Even asleep, her son’s face was angelic.

Londia brushed his face, then placed her trembling hand on his slender neck.

“Ugh.”

She failed again.

She still couldn’t kill him.

Her tears, long dried up, no longer fell, and the son she had sealed away did not move at all, like a corpse.

Londia collapsed to the ground.

As destruction drew closer with every moment, she could feel her own authority weakening in proportion to her sleeping son’s growing power.

At this rate, she would be devoured.

But if it was her son who devoured her… wouldn’t that be better?

Just as she was thinking that—

───!

A wave spread without warning.

Londia, who had been sitting on the ground, widened her eyes.

“This is……!”

A chilling presence that made her whole body tense.

Recognizing that all-too-familiar aura, Sloth, Londia, sprang to her feet.

 

 

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Northern Castle.

Many things had happened at the Northern Castle in the meantime.

First, chaos broke out when the dark mages began summoning undead.

Two more walls had fallen, leaving only six standing, and the magic turrets that had been running nonstop had all overheated and broken. Only two remained, attached to the central tower.

“What about the mages?”

“All unconscious…….”

The stockpiled potions were being used like water and were starting to run out. There seemed to be no hope… and yet, strangely, the mood wasn’t bad.

“Priest, this way.”

“They say those people are the Lemuren Holy Knight Order.”

When the 12th through 8th walls fell one after another and everyone imagined a future where the 7th wall would collapse unexpectedly and wipe them all out, an unexpected force of salvation appeared.

“Impure beings shall not exist before the name of God.”

With the arrival of holy knights who wielded divine power, the threat of the undead decreased!

And the biggest reinforcement of all was Valer’s arrival.

“My lord—!”

The scene was filled with the Saren Knight Order’s joyful curses.

But the reinforcement that shocked the Northern Castle garrison the most was something else entirely.

“T-the sky!”

“Crazy—look at the sky!”

Floating in the cleared northern sky was the Sky Tower, known as the sacred land of mages.

The moment it appeared, the Sky Tower swept the ground monsters away with massive magical bombardment.

Each strike had firepower that couldn’t even be compared to the Northern Castle’s magic turrets.

And that wasn’t all. The biggest advantage the Sky Tower brought was that it could now restrain the dragon that had been flying freely through the sky, spreading its pressure as if it could attack at any moment!

With this much, wasn’t it possible?

The battlefield atmosphere grew a little more lively, but—

“Hmm.”

“Hm.”

“…….”

Only Valer, who knew about the Abyss and the future, and the Muvisk brothers, who could clearly see the gap between enemy and ally, fully understood the situation.

Valer muttered quietly.

“Just holding out would already be a miracle.”