There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 609

Chapter 609: Chapter 603. White Shore

When Bassena Vaski became the youngest esper to reach the Saint Class, Ophiucus gave him a blessing that could only be said to be groundbreaking; chances.

Not just one, but three chances of avoiding death.

[Second Skin of Immortality] was a skill that would heal all kinds of injury, no matter how critical it was. As long as the pulse was still there, he would be healed completely.

Ever since he received that blessing, Bassena had only used it once; when he was trapped in a black dungeon alone. And he was glad he never used the other two.

Because he needed them both.

The blessing only worked for the one who received it, and it only worked when Bassena was dying. For it to work on someone else, he could only think of one thing.

"Hah...I can’t believe he stabbed his own heart to trigger it," someone with a robe slithering around his body like a snake muttered while shaking his head in exasperation.

"I mean, it’s a creative approach," a voice came from a faint light floating around the robed man. "Technically, they did become ’one’."

"It’s a foolish approach," the man clicked his tongue. "There’s no guarantee that I will do it."

The floating light stopped in front of him. "Huh?" it nudged the man’s head hard. "Huh?!"

"Hey, stop--"

"You won’t what, huh?! Say it again," the floating light, faint as it was, hit the man’s forehead again and again. "Are you going to make me in this form forever, huh? You’re already forgetting your debt to me, huuh?"

"Oh, for cosmic’s sake--stop acting like a delinquent."

"I’m gonna tell Frejya--"

The man grabbed the floating light and hissed. "Oh, for--fine! Fine, I’ll do it! Tsk."

But the floating light was relentless. "Don’t forget to fix everything," it slipped out of the man’s hand and spoked right in his ears. "E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g."

"I get it, so shut up!"

While two entities were bickering somewhere in the vast universe, Zein opened his eyes to the sound of waves and brilliant sunlight that made him wince.

He was sitting down on a soft ground, he realized. His toes were tickled by the edge of gentle waves, coming and going with invisible wind. Zein blinked slowly; the beach and the sea were so vast and endless, like a dream.

Perhaps it was a dream. Zein closed his eyes again. Despite hearing the waves and feeling the sand, he couldn’t smell the salty scent he remembered from the Southern Kingdom journey. The air felt stale, as if time was frozen.

But well...it wasn’t bad for a dream.

Perhaps it was a gift for him before he died. Not bad at all for the last thing he could see before the darkness swallowed him.

Although...it was a bit sad to be alone. He was no longer used to being lonely.

"What are you talking about? You had never used to being lonely,"

"That’s right, that’s right--you could never go away from home for long, couldn’t you?"

Zein flinched at two voices he hadn’t heard in more than eight years. His lips trembled, but he couldn’t say anything. His legs were shaking, but he couldn’t move. And his neck was heavy...oh, so heavy.

"You’re such in a denial, even though you can’t stay away from us."

"Mm, mm--it’s because we’re too cute~" _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

A sound of laughter echoed in the borderless space, and two shoulders leaned against his back. Zein felt his heart constricted and his stomach churned. Those shoulders were broader and higher than he remembered. Those voices were slightly deeper. But he knew them. He couldn’t move his body or turn around, but he knew them.

"Right, brother Zein?"

His precious, precious little brothers.

"But that’s good. No one should get used to loneliness," the cheerful but mature Aiden chuckled. The tickling feeling from the brush of Aiden’s hair made Zein wish it wasn’t just an illusion. "I’m glad you find someone to spend your life with, Zein."

"What the hell? I don’t like it!" a swift rebuttal came from Hayden, who was both shy and temperamental. "Why should Zein settle for someone like that? He should--"

"Ah, shut it!" Aiden clicked his tongue. "You’re just jealous because he’s having fun with someone else instead of us."

"S-so what if I do? Is that so wrong? Huh?"

The sound of flicking echoed on the beach, as if they were in a small, dilapidated housing unit with two rooms in a red-zone instead of an open space.

"Do you want our brother to end up as an eternal bachelor or something? Grow up," Aiden snorted, and Zein could easily imagine the kid rolling his head.

Kid. From the swaying shadow in the sand, they seemed to be growing up already. Bitterly, Zein thought about how old they would be if they were alive. Twenty-three.

It was Zein’s age when he lost the twins.

I’m sorry...

No! Zein gritted his teeth. He wanted to scream and tell them that they were not a burden, that he did not mind it, that they were what drove him to survive and hold on during those thirteen years...