There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Chapter 342. A Soft and Gentle Root

Is this a cruel joke? Radia felt his chest tighten with each password. The passwords that only Radia could answer. Because even if someone could guess the first and the third, no one knew anything about that day in May, when Radia submitted himself to someone for the first time in his life.

But he had no leeway to digest the churning sensation in his gut because Masa already called for him.

"Uhh...hey, this is a huge file, but everything is in a code. I have to run my program to decipher them first before we can read it," she scratched her neck. "After all of that protection too? Why is this thing so complicated?"

Radia took a deep breath and calmed himself before replying. "Is there nothing you can derive from it for now?"

"There’s a signature military footprint here, so I could at least tell the file was taken from their server," Masa shrugged, before narrowing her eyes and lowering her voice unconsciously. "Hey, are we dealing with some kind of conspiracy here?"

Radia frowned and stared at his still trembling hand. Clenching it tight, he shifted his gaze to Masa, eyes hard and sharp. "How long do you think It’ll take?"

"Uhh...if I have nothing to do, it would take three or four days at the very least, but—"

"Then stop doing anything but this. I’ll provide everything that you need, and I’ll pay you thrice the usual fare. Just focus on this."

Masa, who was about to protest that she was busy before, closed her mouth again. "I also demand a vacation after; fully covered."

"Wherever you want."

"Alright! I’ll do it as fast as I can even if I have to sacrifice my sleep!"

She cracked her fingers and grinned, face gleaming against the glow and the screen. Wordlessly, Radia left the room and made a call on his way out. "Send a few people to guard the Infiltrator’s place."

After hearing a satisfying answer from the other side, Radia walked back to his car, and after locking the door, his strength evaporated. He found his hands trembling again, vision blurred with tears that refused to fall.

Not yet. It wasn’t the time yet.

But why...

"What kind of thing this is, that you can’t even tell me?" Radia pressed his head on the steering wheel, whispering to the darkness. No, that wasn’t exactly right. "What kind of thing this is, that you have to go to such lengths, telling me in a roundabout way."

The military...the dungeon belonged to the House of Horin...everything felt like they were connected, but he couldn’t grasp the core. One crucial piece of information was missing, the one thing that would shed light on everything. Probably, even the matter about the Horins’ involvement with the Deathzone.

It wasn’t just a gut feeling. After knowing Joon was going to an eternal dungeon that belonged to that House, he thought about a possibility he had entertained in the past, but got buried in the corner of his mind;

A specter might appear in a regular dungeon that became an anomaly.

They had thought that the incident with Zein and [Hagalaz] squad was an effort to harm the guide. While that might be true, they failed to think of the possibility that the same thing might have happened in the past; that a force of Deathzone infiltrated a regular dungeon.

What if the one entering that place, instead of fighting it, ended up cooperating with it instead?

And what if that dungeon could be entered all the time? An eternal dungeon, used as a hub to communicate with humankind’s hidden enemy.

"Haa...perhaps this was why Bas received that mission," Radia leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes, feeling even more exhausted than he already was.

If the enemy stayed in their place, inside the Deathzone, it wouldn’t be an emergency. Even if the forces of the Deathzone moved to invade somehow, they would have to do it little by little from the borderland, all the way up to the Towers and Temples. And before they could do that, the espers would have faced them in the buffer zone of Redridge plains.

"That’s not the point!" Laurel Mallarc glared at her son before even giving him a happy birthday. But her son also did not look happy; the crimson eyes that were always alive and twinkling with schemes seemed to be dying. She frowned and stroked her son’s cheeks. "Then whose blood is it?"