Chapter 270 Bored
He dreamed of running deep in a dark corridor.
The Brody family mansion always smelled of dust and rotten wood, faded and moldy wallpaper, dark and threadbare velvet curtains, and those carved cabinet legs with peeling gold paint... Everything smelled terrible, like a specimen soaked in the past. Percy didn't understand why his father gnashed his teeth and longed for such a dilapidated house - it will belong to you, his father pinched his shoulders, those whispers like entangled snakes, relentlessly chasing him, you have to make it yours.
He stumbled and pushed open the door at the end of the hallway. A strange, pungent, yet refreshing smell assaulted his nostrils, causing tears to stream. A slender, faceless figure sat on a high stool, its toes barely touching the ground. A swarm of gray moths seemed to swirl around it. All he could see were those smoky gray eyes, so sharp and cold they didn't resemble a child's, or even something you'd see in a dream.
"Brother, wait for me." He tried to approach him, but the figure stood up and, without looking back, walked towards the even more distant, dim light. The corridor seemed to stretch infinitely longer. He stumbled after the figure, running as hard as he could, but could only watch as he grew taller and taller, further and further away from him...
Percy's eyes snapped open and he stared blankly at the ceiling.
He is still alive.
"In order to make you the Lord's Prayer, your soul has been forcibly infused with divine power." A clear and pleasant voice sounded from not far away. Percy shuddered subconsciously and sat up with difficulty. Then he saw that annoying guy - wait, Percy thought dully, did the God of Light seem to call him... the New God?!
"I saw a similar case not long ago. His soul was forcibly exploded. As for you," Azuka leaned against the window and said coldly and calmly, "The good news is that Zephir wasn't 'generous' to you, so you won't die. The bad news is that your essence has been damaged, and now you've become a completely ordinary person."
"Varied……"
Percy's pupils shrank to a tiny dot. The devastating news shook him violently. He subconsciously tried to mobilize the power from deep within his source—nothing. The ideas that had once drawn him in vanished completely. His appeal fell on deaf ears.
Unconsciously, his nails had dug deep into his palms. Blood flowed, but the pain seemed to be blocked by a thick layer of cotton wool. He could only hear his own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump. Cold sweat mixed with overwhelming despair poured out of his shattered body, and he began to retch.
Azuka watched coldly as the boy stumbled off the bed, frantically trying again and again to resonate with the idea. Someone walked in, and he paused, his eyes softening.
"What's going on?"
The professor looked at Percy, who had suddenly gone mad, with some confusion. The boy slumped to his knees on the ground, then slowly raised his head and looked at him with despair, his face pale.
"elder brother……"
An incredibly intense hatred suddenly surged up, devouring his sanity without any reason. He hated the God of Light who had deceived him, hated the golden-haired man who had watched him with cold eyes, and even more so, hated the man before him. If it weren't for him, how could he have come to Port Morris, gotten involved in this matter, and ended up like this?
He wanted to kill that man. He wanted to bite him to death. He, he... he hated himself so much.
His brother had warned him several times not to get involved, but he relied on his foolish and ridiculous arrogance and unwillingly rushed into a field he should not have been involved in. The vain joy he felt when he learned that he had become the Lord's Prayer was like a bloody slap in his face.
The black-haired boy cried with tears and snot: "Brother... I have become an ordinary person, I am useless..."
professor:"……"
He looked in the direction of the savior with some suspicion, because that was not what the other party had said to him before.
Azuka, who had admired him darkly from the side, spoke lazily again: "I haven't finished speaking yet."
Under Percy's tearful gaze, he slowly explained, "Because your essence is damaged, I have temporarily sealed your resonance circuit to prevent further damage."
"You mean..." the other person muttered subconsciously.
"In other words, this is only temporary." Someone smiled innocently. "Once your essence is restored, you can continue to be a warlock."
Restoring the origin was indeed very difficult—but since he was a god who mastered the power of "changing form," it was not impossible for him.
Percy was stunned for a moment, his facial expression changing back and forth, and finally settled on anger and embarrassment, his face instantly flushed red: "—You, you did it on purpose!"
In the end, the man just casually pulled the corner of his mouth at him. Percy was immediately furious and wanted to pounce on him and scratch that pretty face. For a moment, he forgot that this guy seemed to be a god.
"This is entirely because of your final attempt to stop the gods." The Savior said calmly, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold. The cold murderous intent contained in them made Percy hold his breath. "Why else do you think I would allow someone who tried to hurt the professor to kneel here alive and talk to me?"
Percy forced himself to ignore the fear that almost made him tremble, stiffened his neck, and shouted at the people bravely: "I will not hurt my brother!"
"No, that's just because your brother is smart enough." Azuka sneered.
His nemesis doesn't mind, believing his presence brings unwarranted misfortune to those around him, and therefore tolerates him to the greatest extent possible. Azuka, on the other hand, lacks this rationality, even showing a touch of divine nature. He is always ruthless, vindictive, and extremely protective of those he cares about.
The professor beside him suddenly interrupted with a deadpan expression, "Sign a soul contract first to ensure you won't tell anyone what you saw."
Percy was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help showing an extremely aggrieved expression: "I won't tell anyone nonsense..."
No one would believe him even if he told him, and even now he still couldn't believe what he saw.
"Stop talking nonsense." The professor said impatiently, "After signing, stay in Port Morris until your strength recovers."
Otherwise, if he returned to St. Bartolomeo Warlock Academy in his current state, he would definitely be torn to pieces by those guys who were eyeing him covetously.
Percy quickly figured out the truth, and he looked like he was about to cry again: "Brother..."
The professor took a step back stiffly. He was really not good at dealing with this kind of thing. Fortunately, the savior took over the follow-up matters very skillfully and signed a contract for a one-stop healing service. So he escaped from this inexplicably depressing and suffocating room on his own.
"...You are a god, right?"
Azuka paused as he gripped the door handle. He turned around and stared at the boy with his head lowered with an unfathomable expression.
"Even if you are a god, I will always keep an eye on you." Percy slowly raised his head, his eyes sinister: "If you dare to do anything bad to your brother, I will never allow it..."
The other person didn't even bother to maintain a gentle and considerate appearance in front of the professor. "Let's not even talk about what you mean by 'bad things'—what qualifications or abilities do you have to 'allow' or 'disallow'?"
"You—!" Percy took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, not to be provoked by a few words. "At least I can disagree and remind my brother."
"You're a god, and he's an ordinary human. Your powers are completely unequal. This relationship depends entirely on your mood." He said gloomily, "What if one day you get tired of him, stop liking him, or even get fed up with him? What will he do? What can he do?"
A normal breakup is fine, but what is scary is that two people quarrel so much that they hate each other and want to kill each other - aren't there many examples in history of couples who end up becoming enemies and killing each other?
"He can kill me." The blond god answered decisively, even without thinking.
"He can only... eh?"
Percy's eyes gradually became dull.
"Your brother is far more powerful than you imagine." Azuka lowered his eyes. He seemed to remember something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "If he wants to kill me, unless I succeed in one blow, I don't think I can escape later."
And to be honest, he was more worried that one day his old enemy would get tired of him, annoyed by him always controlling his coffee intake, or that their sex life would be unhappy and he would bully him in bed and make him furious.
...If such a day really comes, will he let go?
The blond young man lowered his eyes slightly, and his light golden eyelashes covered his blue eyes which suddenly became as deep as the sea.
no way.
The professor, who was standing outside the door waiting for someone, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He frowned and glanced around warily. When he found no one around, he lowered his head and checked his wrist to check his pulse, making sure he was feeling normal.
Someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder. The black-haired young man was startled. After taking a closer look, he suddenly said, "Did you take care of that guy?"
The guy pulled him into his arms without any hesitation, buried his cheek in his shoulder, and whispered muffledly: "Yeah."
"What's wrong?" The professor pulled out a hand in confusion and gently patted the other person's hair. "What's the problem?"
"He doesn't like me." The savior complained to the others in a low voice, feeling wronged. "I saved his life, but he threatened me..."
Nova was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "It's okay, he probably doesn't like me either."
Azuka: “…”
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a kind of... subtle sympathy for people.
The professor over there was still counseling him confidently, feeling that his ability to apply what he had learned was truly remarkable: "As you said, blood ties defy logic and reason. If he and I were just two strangers, we would definitely be strangers, even enemies—but after all, he and I are related in some way. Interests, blood ties, and a twist of fate have forced us together."
"So whether I like him or not is secondary." He calmly concluded: "As long as that kid doesn't do anything stupid, or I don't allow him to do anything stupid, then I'll just let him do whatever he wants."
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