Chapter Nineteen: Silvery Memories - A Betrayed Love
Huan slowly opened his eyes. It was so peaceful, and there was this incredibly comfortable atmosphere around him...
Soft...warm...
Why am I sleeping here?
He had fought that man before, and then set up a large barrier to save Loku's army, which rendered him unable to fight. Instead of killing him, the man invited him to sit down and chat.
……after……
What did we talk about? I've forgotten...
He was very tired at that time...
Wait! That soft...warm...it's Heng's thigh!
She was actually resting her head on his lap!
"You're finally awake."
Huan was startled when Heng's handsome face appeared directly above her. She jumped up abruptly, her forehead bumping into Heng's chin.
"Slow to react, but incredibly fast... Is this how you repay me for not moving an inch for two whole days so as not to wake you?"
Heng rubbed his chin, finally stood up, and stretched his aching legs.
He was so cute. For two whole days, he didn't want to waste a single minute staring at that face, and he still couldn't get enough of it.
"Um... I'm really... sorry..." Huan's cheeks flushed red.
"How are you? Have you fully recovered?"
When he asked Huan this question, Huan realized that his leg injury had been treated and carefully bandaged, and his physical strength had recovered to about 30-40%... He had been sleeping soundly with his legs against his body for the past two days without moving, probably to allow himself to recover his physical strength.
"Thank you."
Why do this?
“Could you please stop saying those boring things like ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘thank you’ in the future? I’m not used to hearing them. But—” Heng suddenly gazed at him meaningfully, “I would be very happy if you said ‘I love you’.”
I love you?
The ring nearly hit his tongue. What kind of joke is this? Is it an insult?
"My body has recovered, we can continue fighting." Huan had no choice but to avoid his teasing.
He needed to recover his strength, otherwise he would be worthless prey, which is why he didn't bother to take action at that time—that's the only plausible explanation.
"Only 30% or 40% recovered, right? I remember I already said—don't underestimate me."
Just because he blushed, he actually had a noticeable physical reaction!
I stared at his face day and night for two days, and the strange feeling in my heart grew stronger and stronger. Incredibly, I found that I seemed to have fallen in love with this guy for no reason! Fortunately, he was a willful king who always respected his own feelings and never ran away from anything.
—Completely different from this guy!
...He likes me too, doesn't he?
I never expected my feelings to be so intense. Should I confess now? Or should I give them some time? We don't know how much time they have left.
“I don’t want to fight you when you only have 30 or 40% of your strength; the outcome would be a foregone conclusion. I have a suggestion—I’ll stay here with you for another week until you’re fully recovered. What do you say?”
Has this person always lived like this, doing whatever he pleases? Huan finds it unbelievable. As a king, he completely disregards the lives of his subordinates, cares about nothing, not even his own life, living only for pleasure…
So there really are people like that.
However, he certainly had no grounds to refuse such a proposal.
"Thank... oh, no, um... I..."
You can't say "I'm sorry" or "thank you"... you can only say "I love you"...
Huan felt a wave of shame, and in her daze, she almost followed his train of thought and absurdly blurted out "I love you."
This embarrassing situation finally made Heng burst out laughing: "Then let's continue chatting. Two days ago, you fell asleep after saying only a few words."
A European-style double swing suddenly appeared out of thin air on the lawn inside the barrier, and Heng sat on it, his eyes seeming to invite him.
To think they would use the divinely bestowed "power" to do such a thing, Huan sighed. They were indeed different.
Sitting next to him, at this close distance, she could even clearly hear Heng's breathing, and Huan's face inexplicably turned red again.
Why... can't I refuse this person?
"Your face is so red, are you still feeling unwell?" Heng reached out and touched his face, feeling his body temperature with concern.
"Uh, it's nothing." He subtly removed the hand, trying to change the subject. "By the way, what were we talking about before I fell asleep?"
"You really have the nerve to ask that."
He was completely defeated. He had finally come up with a topic, but after he had spoken freely for a while, he turned his head and... Huan had actually... actually fallen asleep!
His topic at that time was—
"It's divine will—" Huan suddenly jumped for joy, "I remember now!"
With his sudden movement, her body, which was not yet used to sitting on a swing for the first time, lost its balance and was caught in Heng's arms.
"Are you always so easily excited?" Heng didn't let go of him; it felt really good to hold him in his arms.
"You don't need to worry about me, I won't fall off. Let me go!" Huan said irritably, just not used to it. How could the King of Norbisola possibly fall off a swing... It's just that this guy's movements are too exaggerated.
"Hey, Huan, what do you think of the destiny between Noah and Nobisola?"
Heng's hand remained firmly in his grasp, but his expression turned serious, and his tone suddenly became earnest. Perhaps influenced by him, Huan also forgot to struggle at the same time.
Hmph, this is quite a serious topic.
"I think the God who created humanity and us has been short-sighted about this matter." Huan pondered for a long time before finally speaking. "He created humanity, then became disappointed by their greed and ignorance, and then created us, issuing a decree that a new race should exterminate the existing humans and take their place—this is not the way to solve the fundamental problem. Even if you Noah's people could really do it and start multiplying again... many years later, it would just be history repeating itself. Humans live by their hearts, and the heart itself has two sides."
"Now it's my turn to ask you, Heng—" Seeing that he remained silent, Huan couldn't help but ask, "And you? Why?"
He had always believed that the greedy and tyrannical Noah's army, and the person who could lead such an army, must have an insatiable nature and a cruel character. So, it would be just right to use the banner of divine will to eliminate humanity and occupy the whole world—only in this way could it make sense, right?
However, Heng in front of me is not that kind of person.
Forget greed, he didn't even want anything; he just lived as he pleased... Why would someone like that...?
"Hehe, Huan, have you ever thought that our inviolable god isn't as holy as you imagine, and is actually quite willful and capricious?" Heng said with a wry smile.
Huan looked up, staring intently at his face for the first time. This person's face actually carried a sorrowful and forlorn expression! Even he… had this side to him?
Unable to resist, he reached out and gently stroked his face... Such a gentle feeling. The moment he touched his skin, his heart felt as if it were enveloped by something, a warm and peaceful feeling that made him willingly surrender to this embrace... Was this the true essence of his heart?
It's unbelievable that someone as cynical and utterly devoid of compassion could have such an inner world.
"So you're so obsessed with my face? How about we take things a step further?" Heng suddenly lifted his body up.
Oh no! She had completely forgotten that he was still holding her in his arms! Huan thought to herself, "This is bad!"
His hands encircled her body, pulling her to the closest possible position, their upper bodies almost pressed together, each feeling the other's breath on their face...
"You...you let go...what are you trying to do..." Huan's struggles had no effect.
"Hmm—"
A tingling sensation ran through her lips, and she could no longer make a sound... her lips were tightly sealed by him.
His body was being caressed by large, burning hands… no, burning hot, it was his own body! Driven by desire, he didn’t dislike it—Huan was startled by his own thoughts.
In a moment of desperation, Huan pushed hard and finally broke free from the embrace that had made her body so easily out of control. She bounced back a few steps and simply sat down on the lawn.
"Don't you like me too?" Heng didn't press him.
"You can continue with what we were talking about earlier." Huan lowered her head, not wanting him to see her flushed face.
You like him too? Why don't you deny it...?
Heng sighed: "Huan, don't you think this is unreasonable? If it's just as God told us, then it would be much simpler for God to destroy humanity and then have these transformed people take their place. Why go through all this trouble to make us fight, increase our hatred for each other, and weaken the power of the race that will replace humanity in the future?"
Huan was stunned...
These things... he had never thought about...
Blindly believe, believe in the God who created everything!
Could it be...? Could it be...?
Impossible... How could this be...
"You've already guessed, haven't you? Don't look so incredulous—this is the only plausible truth!" Heng raised his head, looking at the sky. "From the very beginning, God didn't intend to use us to replace humanity… but rather, because He couldn't accept the fact that He would destroy the humanity He had created with so much effort and energy, He created this second world! Using us to destroy, through the mutual annihilation of our power, the final result is—the destruction of everything! And you and I, unlike our people, were selected from among humanity's best, modified, and made to kill each other. To prevent them from betraying us along the way, God split His body and power in two to create you and me, to supervise and direct them in doing all this… But God still miscalculated…"
"Where did we miscalculate?" Huan was still reeling from the shock.
"While we inherited his body and power... we also inherited his good and evil thoughts! God probably only discovered this when you stood up to oppose Noah's Ark. But if you had been killed then, God's true intentions would have been discovered, so God separated Noah and Nobisora's camps... Anyway, the existence of this relationship between the two sides won't change the outcome; on the contrary, it allows God to have more fun in this game—that's the value of our existence!"
"When did you realize this?"
"From the very beginning—"
"Then why didn't you speak up! Why didn't you resist!"
Huan stood up angrily, rushed towards Heng, grabbed his collar and roared hysterically, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
This person knew everything from the beginning, yet said nothing! He kept it from everyone, supported the endless killing, and remained indifferent as he watched humans and his own comrades kill each other!
Why is this person like this?!
Noah was always like this... He inherited the evil of God...
But why does it feel like my heart is being torn apart piece by piece...?
Why……
"It's a despicable thing for you to shed tears—because it hurts people's hearts... making them want to desperately cherish you..."
Heng bent down and gently wiped away his tears.
"Why...why..." Huan murmured, collapsing limply against him.
Disappointed? This immense disappointment...
"Please, can't you have a little faith in your loved one?" Heng gently stroked his soft hair. "Silly boy, if I had rejected God's plan with you back then, then everyone in this Second World would have been meaningless to God. What do you think God would have done in that case?"
God will immediately destroy humanity... along with this newly created Second World...
Huan gasped.
Heng... he wasn't the embodiment of evil. He did it to minimize the damage... even at the cost of infamy and countless blood debts... all this time, he carried it all alone!
Wait a minute... what did he say? My love!
Why did it take me so long to realize? Was it because it sounded so natural?
It feels weird... but the name doesn't sound bad.
"Good thoughts and evil thoughts are just the original forms that were created. You just said that 'humans live by their minds, and the mind itself has two sides,' and I am the same."
Huan remained silent.
For the first time, he was caught in an immense inner conflict, his faith wavering... and a strange tremor within him... leaving him unable to face it for a time.
"Huan, I like you. Do you like me?" Heng looked at him affectionately.
Huan panicked and avoided his gaze.
"I never felt that anything was worth cherishing until I met you. Your kindness, simplicity, and persistence... I was deeply attracted by the pure and unadulterated light emanating from you..."
"Stop talking!" Huan interrupted him softly, her tone tinged with a hint of helplessness. "We are both men, and sworn enemies at that. Even if we were tricked by the gods, in these hundreds of years of mutual slaughter, our subordinates have died one after another in order to follow our mission... How can I face them with such feelings?"
"All these reasons, in my opinion, are just excuses you used to desperately run away when you realized you loved me too! Look at me like that—" Heng suddenly raised his voice, his eyes unusually resolute and serious, forcibly turning his body towards him, their eyes meeting, "Love has no reason and no choice. Whether the other person is an enemy or a friend, a man or a woman... even if it's just a cat, a dog... once you fall in love, you fall in love! I didn't fall in love with a man, nor did I fall in love with the King of Nobisola... I just fell in love with you, Huan."
Huan stared at him blankly, then suddenly laughed.
This is the first time I've smiled since we met... His smile is so beautiful and so clear.
Finally, she reached out her arms to return Heng's embrace, pressed her face against his, and closed her eyes contentedly.
"I also fell in love with Heng, it's just that I fell in love with Heng, it has nothing to do with gender or destiny..."
Hearing his panting makes her blush, being held by him makes her feel hot all over, seeing his cold and cruel appearance makes her heart ache, and after understanding his good intentions, she feels even more proud than he does... Like magic, she manipulates his joys and sorrows. What else could it be but love?
Respecting his true inner thoughts, even if it's a betrayal of God, doesn't matter... This is the first time he's been so willful, as if he's been infected by Heng, but his joy at this moment is indescribable... This may also be the only time he's ever been willful.
Their time is running out...
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