His Breeding Obsession Chapter 184

Mirania insisted she had to check on Grecan. Malandor quickly grabbed her hand.

 

“Let go!”

 

Mirania forcefully shook off his hand. Malandor shook his head with a grimace.

 

“There’s nothing you can do even if you go.”

 

“I’ll use my healing powers.”

 

“It won’t work. He’s already accepted death. You’ll only wear yourself out.”

 

“Move aside. I have to go.”

 

Malandor, blocking Mirania’s path, clenched his fist under her calm but icy gaze.

 

“Where to? He’s standing at the crossroads of life and death. He would’ve gone to a healer by now. Do you really think he’s still here?”

 

Mirania stared at him intently for a moment, then nodded.

 

“Yes. He’s here.”

 

“…”

 

“He’s here. I can feel where Grecan is.”

 

She placed her hand on her chest. Beneath her palm, her heart was pounding.

 

A calm yet strangely alien rhythm.

 

Eventually, Mirania pushed past Malandor and strode resolutely through the palace corridors.

 

Malandor followed closely behind, his expression a mix of doubt and concern. Mirania climbed the stairs. She stopped on a certain floor.

 

After standing still for a moment, she turned precisely to the right corridor, and surprise flickered across Malandor’s face.

 

He hurriedly followed her as she walked briskly.

 

“How did you know?”

 

“I can feel Grecan. It’s like he’s appearing in my mind.”

 

Malandor frowned.

 

“Has it always been like this?”

 

“No, this is the first time.”

 

That’s why Mirania was uneasy. Grecan was nowhere to be seen, and the strange sensation in her heart felt ominous as if something terrible had happened.

 

Soon, Mirania stopped in front of a familiar door. It was a crystal room adorned with beautifully engraved gem patterns.

 

As she reached for the doorknob, Mirania hesitated.

 

“Why is it so quiet?”

 

Her suspicious gaze swept across the empty hallway.

 

There had been servants passing by downstairs earlier, but here, there was no one.

 

It was eerily quiet as if the floor had been abandoned. The silence felt chilling.

 

“Five people have already died in this room. It’s no wonder no one comes here anymore.”

 

With a cold expression, Malandor blocked the door with his hand.

 

“Don’t go in, Mirania.”

 

“…”

 

“It’s dangerous.”

 

His serious eyes locked onto hers.

 

“There might still be remnants of an undetected poison. Even that monstrous guy ended up like this… You wouldn’t stand a chance. I don’t know what he did to restore you, but are you really going to waste all that effort?”

 

“…”

 

When Mirania’s expression remained unchanged, Malandor’s face hardened coldly.

 

“What? Don’t tell me you think this is your chance to die?”

 

Mirania furrowed her brow.

 

“That’s not it.”

 

“Then why?”

 

Malandor looked puzzled. 

 

Mirania calmly explained, “Right now, I feel like nothing can threaten me.”

 

“That’s absurd. What are you talking about? Have you given up?”

 

Despite the incredulous tone, Mirania simply placed a hand on her chest, her demeanor calm and composed.

 

Malandor, noticing her seriousness, licked his lips, his expression shifting.

 

“Do you really believe that?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Something was wrong with the heart inside her chest. It felt hollow, as if something was missing. 

 

A strange sensation surged through her.

 

“Grecan did something to me. Something…”

 

A sinister feeling, like the plucking of a thin string, pierced her mind.

 

Without hesitation, Mirania pushed the door wide open.

 

Malandor, who had tried to block her, stepped aside with a resigned expression.

 

“If it gets dangerous, I’m getting you out immediately.”

 

The room, shrouded by curtains, was dim. The sunlight was blocked, but even without that, it felt darker than the room she had awakened in.

 

A gloomy aura of the dark realm permeated the entire space.

 

‘It’s hard to breathe.’

 

Mirania’s gaze fell on the bed. Grecan lay there, seemingly lifeless. She glided toward the bed. A foul stench filled the air—the smell of death and suffering.

 

The once-white bed now appeared almost black, stained with thick, dried blood.

 

Mirania tilted her head slightly, inhaling the scent of fresh and dried blood.

 

The blackness was from the dried blood, over which fresh blood had flowed.

 

With a somber expression, Mirania carefully examined Grecan. At first glance, he appeared to be lying still.

 

She waved her hand, and a breeze pushed the curtains aside. Light streamed over Grecan.

 

‘This state…’

 

Her horrified expression quickly froze. His skin was writhing.

 

To be precise, every tiny unit of his skin was twisting. Every muscle, cell, and nerve in Grecan’s body was convulsing, making his form look as grotesque as a swarm of crawling insects.

 

Soon, she realized this wasn’t just due to his body convulsing.

 

“He’s… regenerating?”

 

At Mirania’s trembling voice, Malandor took a step back, his face stiff. His eyes, fixed on Grecan, looked as though he were staring at a monster.

 

“He’s… repeating decomposition and regeneration.”

 

Finally, Mirania understood the changes happening to him.

 

Grecan’s bare shoulders. The firm muscles twitched, contracting, turning black, and then returning to their original state. The same process repeated over and over.

 

His entire body was decomposing and reconstructing, decomposing and reconstructing, in an endless cycle.

 

It was a bizarre sight.

 

“If he were an ordinary living being, he would have vanished long ago.”

 

Mirania turned her head to Malandor. His eyes were cold.

 

“I don’t think I can ever like Grecan. How could I like someone who resists my power so fiercely?”

 

“Are you saying Grecan isn’t dying?”

 

“He is dying. Unless my essence hasn’t been absorbed. For some reason, my essence is firmly rooted in Grecan’s body now.”

 

Malandor’s lips twisted slightly.

 

“Given that, even Grecan can’t escape death. But.”

 

Malandor shifted his gaze to Grecan.

 

“That monster’s incredible regenerative ability is resisting death.”

 

When Malandor’s poison melted the cells, Grecan’s regenerative power revived them.

 

The process was so rapid that it only appeared as if his body was writhing repeatedly.

 

Mirania’s eyes wavered. She staggered and gripped the bed tightly. The blood-stained blanket crumbled. She shook her head at Malandor, who tried to support her, biting her lip so hard it hurt.

 

“Grecan… he took my pain.”

 

“What?”

 

Malandor frowned, not understanding. Mirania shouted fiercely.

 

“He took my pain!”

 

Malandor looked at her in surprise. He had never seen her this angry before.

 

Mirania glared at Grecan, who lay as if dead.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Grecan took the death I was supposed to endure.”

 

“How… is that possible?”

 

Malandor looked back and forth between Grecan and Mirania in confusion.

 

Mirania’s golden hue, tinged with red, burned fiercely. Her gaze was fixed on Grecan’s face, as if piercing through his closed eyes.

 

[Only Mirania can do that. Take my life whenever you wish.]

 

[And I’ll say it again, do you think I, weakened as I am, could stop you?]

 

[Yes. Only you can do it.]

 

[If I lose myself to this hatred, kill me. What you must do is preserve yourself. If you can’t, there will be no one to stop me.]

 

Those words she couldn’t understand.

 

“Now I get it. Why he said that? Why he was so certain.”

 

Her voice came out choked.

 

“It’s the Red Flower.”

 

Malandor’s ears perked up.

 

“The curse of the Red Flower. Grecan used it to take my pain.”

 

Malandor’s eyes widened as he began to vaguely understand.

 

A bitter smile formed on Mirania’s lips.

 

“Did you think I’d be happy if you suffered in my place? Did you think I’d rejoice?”

 

Mirania’s shoulders trembled slightly.

 

“That… that can’t be. The curse of the Red Flower? Did this guy even have the right to wield the Red Flower?”

 

Malandor looked at Grecan in disbelief. The writhing skin. His shock was brief, replaced by confusion.

 

“It must be a pain worse than death.”

 

Though he endlessly repeated regeneration, as a living being, there had to be a limit.

 

“If he endures, he might live. But it’s impossible. This is my essence. Even I can’t detoxify it.”

 

“…”

 

“You know, Mirania.”

 

“I know.”

 

“You know how painful it is.”

 

“I know.”

 

Mirania stared at Grecan, her words grinding out. Malandor muttered with a pained expression.

 

“Wouldn’t it be better to at least ease his suffering?”

 

This time, Mirania didn’t respond.

 

Grecan was dying.

 

A body that had escaped the world’s web was extraordinary, but unless one was already dead, it was nearly impossible to evade death when it came head-on.

 

He would suffer until his death. Though Mirania understood Malandor’s implication that it might be better to give up, the mere thought of it made her chest burn with pain.

 

Even if his words were rational, she could never abandon him.

 

“Leave.”

 

Malandor stared at her for a moment.

 

“Mirania.”

 

“I will never give up on Grecan.”

 

Mirania spoke firmly, “Just as Grecan didn’t give up, neither will I.”

 

“You’re really so stubborn…”

 

Malandor, who had been frowning, seemed to realize something as he watched Mirania’s intense gaze fixed on Grecan. His expression softened.

 

“Mirania, are you…?”

 

His voice trailed off in disbelief. He cleared his throat, and his voice became clearer.

 

“Are you in love?”

 

“…”

 

“With this guy… Grecan?”

 

Mirania said nothing.

 

At her silent insistence for him to leave, Malandor took a step back, his face still disbelieving. He took in the sight of Grecan and Mirania together. It was only now that he noticed the atmosphere surrounding them.

 

Malandor’s complexion turned grim. He bit his lip hard, but there was nothing he could do.

 

“…Damn it.”

 

Click—

 

The door closed, and the room fell into a silence as deep as the cradle of dawn.

 

“What am I supposed to do, Grecan?”

 

It was a natural thing to say, but Grecan gave no response.

 

His closed eyes, the writhing surface of his skin, the trembling convulsions of his body—all of it made Mirania’s mind go blank.

 

In situations like this, she knew she should remain calm and come up with a solution, but seeing Grecan nearing death felt like a heavy stone had settled in her mind, blocking all thought.

 

Frustrated, she roughly ran her hands through her hair. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.

 

When she looked at Grecan again, the small, painful twitches of his convulsions made her face contort in anguish.

 

She wanted to yell at him, asking why he had done something so foolish.

 

‘Do you think it’s easier for me to watch you suffer like this? Foolish Grecan.’

 

Mirania knelt beside the bed, her voice cracking harshly.

 

“You said you understood my heart better than I did, so why didn’t you understand it before doing something like this…!”

 

💫

 

In the abyss, Grecan was curled up. This was the first time he had experienced such physical pain. It was worse than he had imagined.

 

Yet, Grecan felt no regret for his choice.

 

Instead, he felt like laughing.

 

‘Ha!’

 

— ‘Hahaha.’

 

Laughter burst out of him. Even as the pain gnawed at his bones, he couldn’t stop laughing.

 

Mirania had almost ended up like this. She wouldn’t have been able to endure it.

 

If he hadn’t acted in time to protect her. If she had died again.

 

That thought was more agonizing than the pain he was feeling now. He had done well.

 

— ‘I really did well.’

 

Grecan gladly praised himself with a heart full of joy.

 

He was grateful for the reality that he could suffer in her place.

 

— ‘I’m happy to suffer in your place, so you don’t have to.’

 

— ‘If you’re safe, that’s enough. I can truly smile with happiness.’

 

His entire body was breaking down into millions of cells. At the same time, the cells were regenerating, only to break down again.