There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Chapter 602. Poison and Thorny Path

Zein blinked his eyes slowly. His head felt muddled, and everything around him felt blurry.

He remembered running...or was he not running? Did he fall? He did remember his knees touching the ground. And what happened after? He heard someone scream, someone shouted--he wasn’t sure...that Fallen Star was so loud with the shriek. Zein hoped it was its dying shriek.

Someone held his shoulder and carefully moved him to his back. Oh, he did fall, then. He opened his eyes and stared at the gloomy dark sky. Ah...he had grown bored of that sky.

"Young Master! No--Young...Young Master!" Senan’s shield dropped heavily on the ground, sending a cloud of dust around. But no one protested. No one cared.

The only thing they cared about was the guide lying in a pool of blood. Not far from him was a lifeless remnant of a bloody tendril stabbing his chest as Zein stumbled slightly on his run. Leehan kicked the tendril away furiously while Han Shin scampered to Zein’s side.

"Zein!" he touched the guide’s eerily calm face. "Zein, can you hear me? I’ll...I’ll heal you know, so...hang on there okay? Hang on..."

Han Shin raised his trembling hands over the bloody gaping hole in the guide’s chest. He poured his mana aggressively, only thinking about regenerating the organ as quickly as possible.

But instead of regenerating, a hissing sound came out of the gaping chest, along with a dark purple fume.

"W-why...why?!" Han Shin cried out. "Why doesn’t it work?!"

Zein blinked at the loud, anguished scream he barely registered. Oh...his chest felt heavy? There was a dull pain, a sharp pain, a burning pain...

He belatedly realized the assault of pain all over his body. There were a lot of them that he couldn’t even start to fathom it. His eyes flickered and for the first time, Zein’s body reacted.

Blood flooded into his throat and he coughed out the burning liquid into his mask. Poison. There was a poison in his blood. It seeped beneath his mask and flowed down his neck.

"Y-Young Master...oh...oh, Gods..."

"E-elixir..." Han Shin scrambled inside his storage ring and took out a bottle of glowing silver liquid. "We need to give him an elixir."

It was clattering heavily in his hand until Senia snatched it and opened the bottle, pouring the content into the wound while tears flowed down her shaking, reddened eyes.

Hisss...

And yet, the result was the same. Even when Senia took out her own elixir and poured it carefully into Zein’s mouth after removing his mask, nothing changed.

"W-why?! Why?!"

Han Shin persistently poured his mana into the wound without care, squeezing every bit of it in the hope that it would work somehow. Perhaps he just did not use his mana enough. Perhaps--

Something touched his hand then; callous and weak. The elixir couldn’t heal him at all, but it gave Zein enough energy to at least move his hand. His burning throat was too uncomfortable to speak, however, so he just heaved out a painful puff of air and folded the healer’s hand.

"W-what...what are you..."

Han Shin seemed to be slow today, perhaps due to shock. But Zein knew why his body could not heal. He put his other hand above his chest, where he could feel a cluster of corrupted energy clashing with the cosmic energy. That fight, happening without a care inside his body, prevented any healing from taking effect.

After all, a drizzle of water could not change the course of clashing hurricanes.

Since the healing wouldn’t work, it would be better for him to preserve the mana and heal the others. Zein was sure a lot of espers were wounded during the last rampage.

However, not being able to speak made it hard for him to convey his mind, and Han Shin grabbed his hand in frustration. "What is this? Are you telling me I shouldn’t bother?! No! I won’t give up!" the healer screamed with agitation. "Why are you like this again? What about survival? Didn’t you tell me you won’t think about dying anymore?!"

Survival...dying...

Ah...was he dying? Zein felt his wound with his hand, which almost couldn’t cover the gaping hole. Haa...no wonder it hurt like hell. His inside felt burning, but his spine felt so cold. He wondered if his little brothers felt like this too as Zein carried them to safety.

Zein wondered though...why didn’t he feel scared? Did he not mind dying? No--Zein didn’t think so. If he had to look for a reason, perhaps it was because it happened after they took down the Fallen Star. There was a sense of fulfillment that made him a bit proud of himself and think ’ah...it wasn’t such a bad way to go.’

It was too bad that he couldn’t unite the shards yet. If only they found the last one...perhaps he could do it at this moment before the energy that the elixir provided him ran out.

But well...what could he do?

"Don’t close your eyes!" Han Shin scolded him harshly. "Don’t act like you’re giving up! Not now! Not...not now..."

Ah...but what could they do? Even Radia’s summon wouldn’t be able to do anything. Not unless they were a Celestial Being or used a cosmic energy.

"I said don’t make that face!" Han Shin screamed again before gasping and turning his head. "Bas! Bas..."

Zein flinched. Ah. Ah...he shouldn’t hear that name.

He shouldn’t see that face.

That shaken, stunned face. It was caked with blood and burned in many places, but it was a face that shook the foundation of Zein’s confidence. The sturdy wall of his emotion, hanging by sheer tenacity, crumbled like nothing in front of the man he loved.

In front of the future they had drawn together with their heart and carved in their soul. In their promise.

Ah...

Zein didn’t want to die.

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