Chapter 200 Redemption
The rain licked the glass windows, and the cold and damp moisture almost condensed into fog, blocking the nose and mouth.
He couldn't see, so the silence was even more unsettling to him than ever before. Nova frowned and reached out tentatively. He wasn't sure what he'd touch. Perhaps it would be an increasingly cold, unfathomable sea, gravity effortlessly grabbing him and sending him plummeting until he drowned in the unknown depths—or perhaps just another person's body.
Without warning, someone grabbed him, not a tentative hand, but his neck.
The fingertips were icy cold, and even the palms had lost the warmth of a human body, like cold shackles oozing with chill, causing the Adam's apple to tremble in panic under the palms.
"...I don't think I've ever talked to you about how you died in your previous life."
"Killed by you." Nova stared into space, somewhat bewildered, unable to understand why the topic had suddenly shifted to this level. "As your 'archenemy,' could there be any other ending for me?"
Even if we put aside the information revealed by the protagonists for now - how could the "villain" not be destroyed by the "protagonist" himself?
"Come on, you'll agree. You're a rational person, not swayed by emotions." He grabbed the man's wrist and pressed his palm to his throat, speaking with unquestionable, arrogant coldness: "Relax, it's just an experiment."
"--Or have you lost the ability to kill me again?"
He didn't understand why he looked like the sacrifice standing on the altar, choosing to open his chest and rip out his heart. Behind him was the starry sky, humanity, truth, and all the magnificent things in the world.
...He is the only sacrifice that does not belong to the gods.
The blond youth didn't reply, merely thrusting his knuckles upward, forcing his nemesis's head back in an irresistible gesture. The sudden, intense suffocation brought on him, and Nova instinctively tightened his grip on the man's wrist. He could clearly feel the stiff, tense muscles in his arm, and the throbbing pulse beneath his fingertips.
At first, the victim remained quiet, but as time went on, his pupils began to dilate, and tears began to fall from his wet eyelashes, dripping drop by drop onto the vein-riddled back of the other man's hand. Unable to swallow saliva, he was forced to spill from the corners of his mouth, and the black-haired young man's throat uttered an uncontrollable, frothy, crackling sound, like a helpless plea for help.
But the only person who could save him spoke softly and calmly, a voice that was completely at odds with his current brutal, almost murderous stance: "Do you know why they call me the 'Savior'?"
"Because I killed Saint Salvatore, slew the frost dragon White Nightmare, and repelled the invasion of Forlos, the kingdom of the far north."
——The unfamiliar body temperature seeped in through the touch under the fingertips, becoming clearer and hotter.
"Because I led the resistance army, prevented the world-destroying war, and saved the persecuted believers across the continent."
——The fingers on my neck tightened more and more, the pale fingertips dug deep into the flesh, and a painful, fishy-sweet taste surged up my throat.
"Moreover... I chopped off your head before the throne of the Silver Iris Empire, ending your bloody reign."
——The faint airflow stirred up by the movement of lips quietly fell on the corner of the enemy's lips, lighter than the wind and more gentle than a kiss.
The death of the Scarlet Tyrant is the most dazzling center stone in the magnificent crown that the world has presented to him.
...It was so dazzling that every time the Savior saw it, his soul would twist in a hideous and painful way, as if it were burned by fire.
The shadows in the entire room suddenly twisted violently. The blond young man abruptly loosened his grip and dragged his nemesis up by his ribs at the moment he collapsed and slid down. He gently stroked his trembling back and let the other person arch his body and cough violently in his arms.
The once-dead man rested his forehead feebly on the murderer's shoulder, a horrifying purple fingerprint on his neck. His arms drooped powerlessly, his warm, turbulent breaths spilling deep into the other man's neck.
However, the sound of shattering glass exploded around, and all the windows, cups, bottles and jars were shattered into countless pieces in the huge shock of divine power. The shadow under the black-haired young man suddenly expanded and condensed into countless sharp spikes, which pierced through the other person's chest without hesitation.
Suddenly, Nova heard the suppressed groan of pain from the person next to him and smelled the suddenly strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose. His eyes suddenly widened.
The man's body fell silently, and the black fog in front of his vision was gradually dissipating, but he didn't care about that. He subconsciously rushed over, knelt on the other person, and covered the bloody hole in the blond young man's chest from which blood was constantly gushing out with his palms, trying to stop the slip of life.
...But it was too much, too much. Like a nightmare, the warm liquid quickly soaked his gloves, his fingertips practically drenched in wet, sticky blood.
The guy actually managed to smile: "Don't worry, this isn't the worst injury I've ever had."
The other person's fingertips were cold and gently placed on his neck. As a faint light came on, all the pain and discomfort brought by the near-death suffocation dissipated like a tide.
"Why are you treating me? Treat yourself first!" The black-haired young man couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed the other's collar. Only then did he realize that his fingers, which were always steady enough to manipulate a scalpel, were now shaking uncontrollably.
This... madman!
"Sorry, did I scare you?" The Savior smiled at him and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You see, you haven't lost the ability to kill me. We are destined to be enemies..."
"Shut up." The other party interrupted him rudely, and he seemed to calm down a little: "What do you want me to do in exchange for your own treatment?"
"I will, because I'm not threatening you, nor do I have any intention of revenge against you." Azuka said gently, "You and I are both rational people, not swayed by emotions."
After all, they were both monsters, just as he would eventually strangle his nemesis by the neck, tightening his fingers little by little amidst the excruciating pain of his soul—blaming each other for the same wounds as themselves would not change the situation at all.
"——So this is just a redemption that belongs only to me."
It comes from sadness, from pain, from the courage and calmness to completely destroy all despair and then face new life together.
Fate was so cruel and harsh that no one had truly done anything wrong, yet they were still irreversibly bound to slaughter each other. As for the one who survived, he had to bear the sin of killing the "innocent" who transcended time.
...Fortunately, he still has a chance to start over, fortunately, he still has a chance to "atone for his sins", even if the victim doesn't care about it at all.
His old enemy uttered a rare curse word, then leaned over without hesitation and bit his lips, which were gradually losing their color.
His kiss was awkward, his teeth knocking against each other, even biting her until she bled. His soft and wet tongue clumsily went in, trembling helplessly in the warm mouth.
Azuka was stunned. He tentatively reached out to touch the other person's eyes, touching the wet, fragile skin. The soft eyelashes clung tightly to his palm, showing an unusually cold wetness.
Tears perhaps? No, those flesh-and-blood throbbings came from beneath the skull, from foolish thoughts. What descended at this moment was simply a profound tranquility, like a train that had traversed the eternal ice sheet, finally and willingly sailed into the depths of the ocean, roaring out its last smoky sigh of peace.
"Heal yourself." The tyrant released him and sat on him condescendingly. His pale cheeks were stained with blood, and his smoky gray eyes clearly reflected his shadow. He looked at him wholeheartedly: "You have never been guilty of anything to me. If I don't want to die, no one can kill me."
Seeing that he didn't move, his old enemy leaned down impatiently and rubbed his lips randomly. It was more like licking than kissing, even mixed with biting - a clumsy way of coaxing him.
"You were the first to seek cooperation. You were the first to make yourself more and more important. You were the first to make the option of 'leaving you' increasingly difficult." The black-haired young man's voice gradually lowered, trembling unconsciously. "You can't do this. This is unfair. You are my personal property, even though I don't pay you..."
Azuka suddenly realized something was wrong and was at a loss for words: "...Sir, I'm not seeking death."
"Look, I've been casting healing spells on myself, and the bleeding has stopped." He took the other person's hand, tore off the blood-soaked glove, and held it against his chest. "The power of the God of Night and Death has a corrosive effect, so I need to dispel it first and then heal the wound. This will take some time."
“…”
The blue eyes curved slightly, filled with an extremely gentle smile: "What did you misunderstand?"
The professor suddenly pulled his hand back, stared into the guy's eyes, and his tone became cold: "You deliberately hurt yourself, explain."
"I'm sorry." The other person looked at him quietly. "Because I am a despicable person, the fact that I killed you is painful for me, so I must do something to alleviate this pain... Can you understand my weakness?"
The black-haired young man stared at him coldly, his lips tightly pursed, saying nothing, only a hint of wateriness still remained in the corners of his eyes.
Seeing that no one spoke, the Savior's voice suddenly softened: "Look, you don't want me to get hurt, but you force me to let you hurt my body - this is not fair, dear."
"Of course, my methods may have been a bit extreme. It's my fault for scaring you." He simply held out his hand in a wronged manner: "Now, are you willing to kiss me again?"
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