There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Chapter 271. Dealing with a God

"So that’s why you want to become human again?"

Lucre smiled wryly. "Is it so wrong?"

"The desire itself? Probably not," Zein said. It was more...weird, than wrong, because he knew a lot of people who wished they could live eternally like the Celestial Beings.

"So...the method?" Lucre tilted his head.

Turning his head to look at the blue eyes that were identical to him, Zein said with a stern voice. "Are you telling me I shouldn’t be pissed about you wanting to take over my body?"

Lucre blinked his eyes twice, thrice, before grimacing. "Well, if you put it like that..."

"Just to be clear, I don’t want to be your vessel," Zein said firmly, clearly, not leaving any chance. "Not even if I die and you take over my dead body."

Lucre winced slightly at the guide’s aggressive tone. "That’s harsh..."

Zein scoffed. Sure, the man truly looked like he longed for that mortal life, the ’freedom’ he wished for. But no matter how much pity he felt for this...God, essentially, it wouldn’t be enough to make him willing to let go of the autonomy of his mind and body. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

And above all else, it wouldn’t be enough to make him leave his esper alone.

"Oh, fine, perhaps someday through your descendant--"

"Hey," Zein glared at the man, although he himself knew he wouldn’t be able to have a descendant. Still...

"You don’t want to be my vessel because you already have your ego, right?" Lucre continued without addressing the guide’s protest, leaning closer and asking with a slightly lower voice. "What if I descend from the womb?"

Zein narrowed his eyes. Was it because Lucre himself was still young before he received Godhood? The man felt more cheeky than solemn.

"Honestly, I don’t even know if I would have any power once I came down," Lucre pulled his torso back and confessed with a sigh as he looked at the city again. "I really just wish I could be human again, and it’ll be better if I have no recollection of my previous life."

Zein crossed his arms and lowered his gaze to contemplate things. Indeed, his biggest ick about everything regarding Setnath’s descent was because he didn’t want himself, his existence, to be erased. But if the soul itself was put in a fetus, then essentially, whether or not Setnath--or Lucre, rather--had his power and memory from his previous life, he still would live a life that was his own and not another.

"How does this thing work? Can you really willing yourself to descend when you’re still in the womb?" Zein asked after a long silence.

"Hmm...it’s just a matter of programming, really," Lucre said, which prompted Zein to squint his eyes in confusion. The man chuckled and added an explanation. "Well, rather than ’will’ myself for it, I would put a mana sequence in your body, something like a code, within this mark."

Lucre tapped on Zein’s nape, which made the guide flinched for a bit from the touch. It was cold, almost lifeless, which reminded him that everything was just a projection of consciousness. "It will be carried through your genetic code, to one of your descendants. It could be in your lifetime, or maybe way after you’re dead--I don’t even know when,"

Zein listened to the explanation keenly, but one thing just kept bugging him. "But I can’t have children," he said, in a flat tone with just a hint of regret.

A hint of regret that wasn’t there before he met Bassena.

Lucre paused for a bit before tilting his head here and there, and even closed his eyes as if he was pondering deeply. In the end though, he just shrugged. "Well, you’ll never know."

"What?"

"Let’s just say I’ll risk it," the man laughed and looked at Zein with the gaze of a salesperson trying to rope a deal. "So? How is it?"

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Zein slowly opened his eyes, instinctively reached up to rub the mark on the back of his neck. It still felt tingly from where Lucre touched him earlier, and he could sense that the mark had an additional rune inside those intertwined circles.

He took a deep breath and sighed, looking up at the shining fragment nestling comfortably in the tree. Slowly, he tried to move his body, and aside from a slight stiffness, he didn’t feel as exhausted as usual.

Huh--seemed like it was true that he needed a medium.

Zein turned his head and found the Medium there, looking at him in clear amusement.

"What?"

The Medium smiled, a bit cheekier than usual. "Please wait a bit," she said, and Zein belatedly realized that the pale blue eyes weren’t glowing.

The Medium stood still and closed her eyes, putting her intertwined hands in front of her chest. While waiting for the Goddess to descend, Zein stood up and brushed the grass from his knees, looking around the Sky Garden. Elena and the Saintess were no longer there, and the falcon, curiously, had come down and perched on a light post near there, looking at him keenly. So he stared back at it.

[Oh, you’re finally done?] the echoing voice greeted Zein when he was in the middle of a staring contest with the falcon. Zein turned around and raised his brow, finally asking what he always inquired about after touching the fragment.

"How long was I..."