The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 395

Chloe clearly remembered the moment a foreign presence entered her body.

It happened while she was investigating alongside her master, when the corruption of the World Tree attacked her.

Her consciousness was suddenly severed.

And when Chloe came to, control of her body had been seized by a strange woman. Chloe’s awareness still existed, but it had sunk beneath the surface—she could only quietly observe the woman’s actions, unable to interfere.

‘Am I going to lose everything like this?’

Chloe, who had always been the one to take things, experienced for the first time the helplessness of having what was hers taken away.

But because of that, Chloe came to understand many things she never could have known otherwise.

‘Ah… this person thinks the world is a game.’

But a game? What was a game?

Concepts she had never known before flowed into her through the subconscious connection with the fake Chloe.

Modern times. Korea. Original novel. Game adaptation. Game possession.

And the protagonist.

‘So… I was the protagonist.’

Vaguely, Chloe had sensed that the world favored her.

She was welcomed wherever she went. Winning people’s hearts was easy. Everyone treated her kindly.

The moment she realized the true nature of the blessing she had always felt but never fully understood, a long-held question finally unraveled.

‘Arellin was… special after all.’

If Chloe was the protagonist, then Arellin was supposed to be an extra—someone who appeared once by name and disappeared. And yet, Arellin was both an extra and a bug.

The only existence that deviated from the parameters this world had set.

‘You already knew me.’

Only then did Chloe understand why Arellin had always looked at her with such deep affection, yet such complicated eyes.

And why Arellin had always lingered in her thoughts.

She had many friends—but she had never had a friend like Arellin.

Perhaps that was why, after that child died, Chloe wanted to try “traveling” for the first time in her life. She wanted to experience firsthand the things Arellin had talked about, the things she had longed for.

‘That’s why I asked my master and traveled the world… all the way to the Shugra Empire……’

Though her body had been stolen, as Chloe watched the world through fake Chloe’s eyes, she became Arellin’s reader.

‘I hope your story doesn’t end.’

‘I hope you always win.’

‘I want to see you overcome the countless misfortunes that crash down on you.’

‘I hope you’re happy forever.’

Perhaps these were the very feelings you once had while looking at me.

When the old book tore apart and Chloe regained her body, she felt a pang of regret as she sensed fake Chloe’s consciousness slowly fading away within her.

Though that woman had tried to steal her life, Chloe had still gained something because of her.

Feeling pity for the nearly extinguished fake, Chloe reflected on what she herself had gained.

There are things you only see when life twists out of shape—things you could never grasp while wrapped in comfort. The moment you finally reach what you truly want.

More than the joy of reclaiming her body, Chloe was happier that the friend she had thought dead had returned alive.

Because Arellin was now her protagonist.

The scenery around the two of them still crackled like an old analog television, but Chloe didn’t care. She reached out her hand.

“Arell, take my hand. I know how to get us back.”

She recalled the information she had learned while connected to fake Chloe.

It was time to return to their world.

 

 

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Voices whispered within the abyss.

【What do we do? We failed again.】
【U s e l e s s h u m a n】
【Ah—why are there no useful ones at all? How lamentable.】

The fake who had once been Chloe regained awareness and panicked.

She felt nothing. Saw nothing. In an instant, she had become a nonexistent being, thrown into an unknowable void.

“…Where is this? Why am I here? Normally, shouldn’t I wake up in my original body? Isn’t that the cliché?!”

She couldn’t see her hands or feet—no, she couldn’t feel a body at all. Only her mind existed.

But no one listened to her as the voices echoed meaninglessly.

【The Apostle of the End just wandered off on their own! Sloth disappeared too! The Tyrant got tamed out of nowhere! Aaaaargh! That useless lizard bastard!】
【Even the corruption of the World Tree failed! The Nightmare of the Star couldn’t even bring down the First Star in the end!】
【Whyisntitdeadwhyisitalivewhyis■■■stillalive】
【Aaaah—this was our only chance to get beyond the curtain!】

The fake Chloe’s face went pale. The voices surrounding her had appeared before her eyes in the form of status windows.

That was it.

They were the ones who had summoned Chloe to this world.

【Kill the salvation that brings calamity.】
【Kill that insane hero.】
【—How?】
【Ahhh… so there was a way.】

Giggle.
Giggle, giggle.

【Let’s write a tragedy.】
【May eternal misfortune befall the blasphemous traitor who imprisoned us here.】

Ignored as the “status windows” babbled on at will, Chloe screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Where is this?! What happened to me?! Am I dead?! Am I dead?!”

She expected to be ignored again—but this time was different.

The voices fell silent.

The fake trembled. She could feel something paying attention to her. Her soul shook, yet she still saw nothing.

【Where else? This is where we’re trapped.】
Giggle.
【Your name was taken too.】
【You’re trapped, just like us.】
Giggle, giggle.

Only then did Chloe perceive what lay beyond the curtain—the world she had lived in, the world of humans.

‘My name… what was my real name?’

Nameless, the fake was trapped in the abyss.

【Name name name name name name name】
【Call our names. Call our names. Call our names. Call our names.】

She could no longer leave the curtain.

Only named beings possessed value. Those without names could not pass beyond it.

“Why… why did this happen to me?!”

Chloe screamed.

Above her, mocking laughter rang out.

【Well, you should have read the terms properly.】

 

 

 

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Within the abyss, the voices beyond the curtain were in uproar—the voices of former “gods” who could no longer cross into this place.

Though they were now little more than corrupted demons, Cheyen—partially assimilated with them—could hear fragments of their cries.

【Let us out let us out let us out】
【Find my name—my name—!】

But Cheyen didn’t care what they said.

Nameless, dead gods meant nothing to his eternity.

There was only one thing ruling Cheyen now.

The master standing before him.

Cheyen twisted his lips into a smile.

“Haha. Hahaha……”

This “cycle” was different from all the others. The emerging singularity was one reason—but the most shocking change was his master, who had once been little more than a walking corpse.

The Archmage.
Teacher of all mages.
The First Star.
Seeker of Knowledge.
Father of the Stars.
The Star That Yearns.

Among all immortal beings, the one with the most titles—and now, displaying a reaction Cheyen had never seen before.

He couldn’t stop laughing.

“The child is strong—unlike you and me.”

More than the words themselves, it was what they contained that struck Cheyen’s reverse scale the deeper he reflected on them.

That unshakable trust. That expectation. That bond.

“When did you even see her—”

It wasn’t just his smile that twisted.

His already warped heart sharply exposed the emotions he had buried.

“When did you see her that made you trust her so much?”

Ten years? A dozen?

In a world repeated countless times, weakened to the point of remembering no other timelines—how could he say that so easily?

“You’ve grown so weak you can’t even remember other worldlines anymore, Master.”

Cheyen deliberately chose words meant to wound, clenching his cold hand tight. His nails dug into his palm, yet he felt no pain.

Because something else hurt far more.

Those eyes—filled with trust and bond—had once been directed at him alone.

That gaze should belong to me.

A surge of emotion blurred his vision.

You don’t remember how many times you begged me.
How many times you forgave me.
How many times we’ve reached moments like this in this twisted world.

And yet—

In front of me—

“So weak. Remembering nothing. And all you can do is protect.”

A line Arellin had once recited mockingly before him flashed through his mind.

“Your master’s amazing, you know.”

Perhaps that memory was the trigger.

Cheyen’s mask shattered in an instant.