There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Chapter 341. Secretive Relic

Radia opened his fist, staring at his palm with eyes blurred by tears.

There was a small, rectangular item there. He brought it closer to his eyes for inspection, and found that there was nothing on its plain black surface. There was a thin line across in the middle, which seemed like an opening, and he pulled on it.

"What..." Radia frowned, the agony in his heart was now replaced with confusion and curiosity. "This is...a flash drive?"

For a minute, Radia was just sitting there, on the floor, motionless, staring blankly at the ’gift’ Han Joon had just given him. An ancient item used in the Old Age. He recalled it was remade and gained traction a few decades ago, in his father’s generation.

People used it to store data they didn’t want to save in their commlink, things they didn’t want to spread from accidentally connecting it to the interlink. But it gained temporary popularity from couples using it to exchange secret love letters.

That being said, using it required someone to have the port to read the data inside, and not anyone had that kind of thing lying around their house. Adding to that the limited memory capacity. So the trend dwindled and the item became a rarity; a forgotten relic, even.

So the question now was...why did Han Joon give this to him?

Radia looked at the flash drive for ten seconds more, before standing up and snatching his coat. He met the mansion’s butler in the hallway, who widened his eyes at the bloodstain on Radia’s dress shirt.

"Y-Young Master?"

"I’m going out," Radia told the old man briefly. "I’ll drive by myself, so tell the chauffeur to take the black one out."

"But where are you going, Young Master? Aren’t Master Calix and Madam Laurel on their way here?"

Radia took a deep breath and stopped to turn toward the butler, forcing a smile to appear on his lips. "Yes, so wait for their arrival. I won’t be long...hopefully." _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

Ignoring the flabbergasted old man, Radia walked down the stairs toward the garage. By the time he arrived, the chauffeur was already waiting for him with a readied car.

"Thank you, Herman," Radia nodded at the chauffeur. "Please get ready to pick my parents up."

"Be careful on your way, Young Master."

Radia gripped the car’s door hard when he heard that. Like a douse of cold water, the words prompted him to stop and take a deep breath before entering the car.

Yeah, he needed to be careful. Let’s not drive hastily. A few minutes faster wouldn’t make any difference.

Only after telling himself that did he finally start to drive his car away, just a few minutes after midnight. He put the destination into the navigation system and fell into a deep ponder.

There were only two reasons he could think of why Han Joon would give him a flash drive. Just like what he had been leaving to Han Shin, it could be a trace; a hint of what he had been doing and where he would be next. But...it could also be a will.

Radia looked at his hand. The blood had dried, staining his skin. The pale face, the haggard look, the dark eyes...Joon did not look okay. The man had always managed to look fine in every condition; he had been trained to not even wince while being whipped since he was a child. What kind of thing did he have to face for him to look like that?

What scared Radia the most was when it was both a trace and a will—that Joon felt whatever he fought now might get to him and wished someone would take his place after he passed.

Radia gripped the steering wheel hard to steady his breathing. Calm, calm down—he exercised his breath while chanting what Joon said to him. Soon. Be patient.

Soon. When is ’soon’? What is soon? Soon everything would be over and he’d be back? In what shape, though? Would he be back on his legs, or in a bodybag?

"Haa...this is not working," Radia bit his lips. In the end, the only way he could stop thinking too much was by looking into the flash drive.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have any readers in the mansion. But he also didn’t think just any reader could open the item. Knowing Joon, the data would be under several layers of protection. He needed someone specialized in cracking this kind of thing.

And he knew he would never be able to sleep before knowing what was in there.