Chapter 68: It’s hard, but I have to go to work today*…
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Samuel invited me to sit down, and his attitude was so gentle that it was a bit creepy.
I carefully adjusted my sitting position while Samuel walked over to the bar, holding the ice glass with his slender fingers and began to mix the drink.
The fresh scent of lemon permeated the air, and the refreshing taste aroused people's appetite. I heard the sound of wine hitting the glass, and I knew clearly that he was showing off his skills.
It wasn't until he picked up the glass of wine and placed it in front of me that I truly looked Samuel in the eye for the first time since boarding the aircraft.
His deep blue eyes sparkled under the light, with a hint of wonderful news and a desire to explore.
I quickly calculated what I should do next. There is no game room here that allows me to change space, but fortunately I can use magic. But I have to be careful that Samuel is also good at magic, so as not to be tricked by him.
Just as I was trying to get out of this situation, Samuel smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I just feel amazing."
This word makes people think of many things. I adjusted my attitude and said, "Then shouldn't you tell me something important, such as how you found me in the first place?"
"It's simple. I investigated the transaction between Kazhu and you. He was looking for information about "God's Blessing 1.0". And before this, he had never had any interest in this game. In other words, there was a reason why he had to look for it - obviously, it was related to you."
"So I added more people to monitor and collected information at the same time. Until you showed up this time, I knew you would come."
Without even asking, Samuel fluently told me everything I wanted to know.
"In fact, even I find it weird. I started dreaming after I had an argument with Kajol and someone followed me back and suddenly I was gone."
The creepy eyes stared at me, as if they wanted to peel off every inch of my skin until they saw the innermost part.
"I dreamed of huge mountains being born on the earth; I dreamed of rolling clouds and a glorious temple descending on the sky. I dreamed of countless people bowing down; I dreamed of the vast sunlight like spring; I dreamed of the most magnificent sun jumping out of the sea level, bringing light and heat to the whole world."
"I also dreamed about some things in the past and present that were very important to me. So I came to you, and I hope to get answers to my questions from you."
It is difficult for me to describe the look in his eyes at this moment. It is like a flame burning in the darkness. It is also like solidified amber, and even if he struggles with all his might, he can only be imprisoned in it.
He looked at me, just looking at me, and it was enough to creep me out.
In simple terms, this guy is crazy and his situation may be even more serious than Neil's.
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I put the drink down without taking a sip. "You look like you need to see a doctor."
"I'm sorry, the dream had a profound effect on me, causing me to have trouble controlling my emotions now."
Samuel still had that handsome and gentle smile on his face: "It's probably hard for people who haven't experienced it to understand. Think about it, in that world, you are a god. Thousands of years of madness and obsession are stuffed into this fragile human brain in an instant. It's a miracle that you can maintain your thinking, let alone perfectly control your emotions?"
“…”
I want to say something but I stop myself, and I want to say something but I still want to.
After a long silence, he sighed heavily and said earnestly: "Samuel..."
"Chuuni is a disease and must be treated."
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To be fair, I really don't think there's anything crazy or obsessive about Samuel. Except for being a bit pitiful when he was a child, everything from the time he was adopted by me to becoming the Lord of Glory went smoothly.
Thousands of years of madness and obsession?
I haven't said anything yet!
Samuel's smile froze, and he was completely shaken out of his middle school state. He looked like he didn't want to pay attention to me at all, and abruptly changed the subject: "I want to ask you, can you contact the black-haired boy who appeared in this world with you, the Holy Son of Kazhuo."
I quickly recalled in my mind whether I had done anything bad under another identity: "Why did you contact him?"
Samuel hesitated for a rare moment, and I could sense the problem. I coughed and added slowly, "After all, his camp is different from ours, so he must have some concerns. He would not come without a good reason."
"Must I say it?"
"It's okay if you don't want to say it, but I don't know if he's willing to come."
"I am your superior after all. Can't you learn from others and get things done with just one order from me? Aren't you afraid that I will make things difficult for you in your dreams?"
"I believe in the Lord of Light in the game, not someone in real life. I remember you have a job, why are you so idle every day?"
"Because the hospital is my home. Don't change the subject. Can't you just make up a reason to trick me in?"
"You can make it up and see if people believe it."
Samuel looked as if he had swallowed a fly. Needless to say, he was thinking of a reason. But if he succeeded, I would lose.
After a long while, Samuel sighed and said, "I'm beginning to miss magic. Well, I like someone and want to get close to him. I need his help."
I immediately perked up after hearing this. The Dark Lord's favor, liking, and approaching me in various ways...
It was clear who the words were referring to. I slammed the table and said excitedly, "You like Kazoo?!"
“…”
Samuel's smile disappeared visibly. "Why do you think I like him?"
I counted on my fingers: "Look, you two are sworn enemies, and you are so familiar with him. Wherever he can be seen, you can be seen, and wherever you can be seen, he can be seen. Two people don't know each other until they fight. Isn't this a perfect match?"
The temperature of the air suddenly dropped, and Samuel looked at me with a fake smile. A gentle greeting came out from his thin lips: "Are you blind?"
After that, he put his hand on my forehead again: "It's not hot."
Who else could it be? Looking at all the gods, I couldn't find another one who had a good or bad relationship with Samuel. After thinking about it, I showed an indescribable expression: "You don't like the goddess of nature."
"I'd have to be crazy to like Him."
Oh, it seems he hasn't lost his mind yet.
I felt a little relieved and asked honestly, "Who do you like?"
Samuel had been waiting for this sentence, and he answered decisively: "Death."
Me: “Huh?”
I seemed to hear him calling my name just now. Was I hallucinating?
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I just learned today that gods can also hear hallucinations. It seems that even if they become gods, they are not much different from humans.
Samuel interrupted my self-deception with a deadpan expression: "You heard me right, I like the Grim Reaper."
I looked at him blankly, and Samuel looked at me calmly, without any intention of joking.
If I wasn't sure that he couldn't possibly know my true identity, I would have thought he was playing a trick on me.
After all, he was the one who first pierced my heart. He declared himself a god, breaking away from my subordinates. If this can be called love, then don't I love this world to death?
I thought about our relationship and after careful consideration, I confirmed one thing: he was just playing a trick on me.
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It can't be said that there is anything wrong with me being the first one to exclude myself from the options.
Players always like powerful collisions. Light and dark, black and white, the more contradictory, the more attractive. This is undeniable.
But the painful part really hurts.
I don't blame Samuel, I can find many reasons for him. After all, we are just NPCs and must follow the plot and settings. But I am still very curious.
His gratitude and love for me, his admiring and tender eyes. I took him on a walk across the vast land, and we watched the dragons passing over the land, and his soul slowly sank into the kingdom of God along the river. He grabbed the corner of my clothes and said seriously that he wanted to be my real knight, and the sword that protected me.
I also remember his excited expression when I first gave him the sword, and his powerful words in his oath. In the years that followed, he fought for me and promoted my glory.
Even though those warriors didn't like him at first, over time, whenever they saw the golden hair, they would flock to him excitedly, chirping with joy. That was the only light in my kingdom of God.
At that time, my young knight said he would give me the best things in the world, his eyes were bright enough to hold stars, and I believed that the overflowing love was real.
But when he pierced my heart and made that complicated decision, I believe the pain and struggle in his eyes were real.
But he did it anyway.
I'm not asking him to fight against obstruction and plot for me. I just want to ask, after he became a god, has he ever thought about saying something to me secretly, or is even that not allowed?
Or maybe this apology was too heavy for him to say for a thousand years, so he could only say it to a junior who knew nothing about our situation, hoping for his help?
I looked at Samuel in silence for a long time, thinking about many things, almost everything from our past to the present.
Why does our relationship have to be like this?
"In that case, why don't you apologize in person? Words said face to face are always more useful than excuses. Since you can say "I like the God of Death" to others, why can't you go find him? Or is it that you still feel resentful about the fact that you killed the God of Death and ascended to the throne of the Lord God, and you still dare not face that sword?"
Samuel's eyes suddenly opened wide, and at this moment he looked like he had been punched. I didn't stop. He was a smart man, both in and out of the game. I knew he would definitely guess something, but at least at this moment, I really wanted to ask him.
"You know that the God of Death cares about his knights. As long as it is a plot arrangement and you are indispensable, you can tell him about it. Even if you are facing a thousand-year ban, He will help you. This is the duty of an NPC. On stage, you may fight for life and death, but you can become friends off stage - but you didn't say it."
I heard my own voice echoing in the air, as light as the mist on the river bank, separating the two of us very far away.
I stared at him and whispered, "You didn't say anything."
You just stabbed me like that.
Samuel, my favorite and most reliable knight.
The traitor who ascended to power on my corpse, the god who illuminates the world with his glory.
You had many, many choices, but you chose not to say anything to me.
I stopped looking at him and stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll help you find the person you're looking for, so now, can I go down?"
Samuel was silent for a long, long time, so long that I thought he didn't hear this sentence. I didn't turn my head to look at him until he finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
“Can I choose not to?”
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