"Zhao, I still want to keep you."
"I think we really need to try it once. After all, if we don't even try, how can we expect any results?"
The tone of God's words was inexplicably ethereal, and sounded very sad, losing some of its nobleness and gaining some of the flavor of worldly affairs.
God was swayed by his emotions, pulled down to earth, and mixed up with their affairs.
Zhao Zhao was bewildered, being attacked from both sides by the profound God and the powerful Moshen Cain.
[Host, they don't want you to leave the world!]
The virtual system in his mind was furious. The power that had been preparing to log out of the world had completely lost its function since that god appeared.
Finished!
[Host, you can't stay here, or you will die. ]
It is the true demise of the soul. The people in the small world do not understand the rules and want to force Zhao Zhao to stay, but that does not mean that he does not understand this matter.
Zhao Zhao's mission is only to complete the task, and he must leave after completing the task. This is a rule that cannot be violated. Too many people who violated it have died in the past, and he does not want a bloody accident to happen to his host.
[Host, stop being dazed. If you really can't do it, just beg them to let you go!]
Mossen Cain may not know Zhao Zhao's actual identity, but God probably guessed it, and the system also roughly guessed God's identity.
Oh, instead of caring about the good God Realm, you come to another world to meddle in the affairs of mortals. You really have too much free time.
The blurry figure of the god, shimmering with golden light, was getting closer and closer, and at the same time, Mossen Cain's arms around him were getting tighter and tighter. Blood oozed from his already injured wound, staining his snow-white robe red.
"Zhao Zhao, please stay."
God stretched out his hand to him and began to advise him. At the same time, the system that had been chattering in his mind seemed to be silenced and could no longer say anything. Zhao Zhao's mind suddenly became much clearer.
"Hilgavin, stay."
His father also asked him to stay.
Zhao Zhao was puzzled and asked, "But why should I stay? I should leave."
He had completed his mission and was indeed leaving.
Just these words without any regrets made the two of them pause. Mossen Cain's voice choked slightly, "Aren't we worthy of your staying?"
"You? Who are you?"
He lost his memory and was gradually becoming a little idiot.
He looked aggrieved and couldn't stop complaining, "I don't like this world."
In fact, what he disliked was just the defect of amnesia, but what he blurted out in the end was this sentence.
The god had been watching Zhao Zhao's expression. Seeing that he was really unwilling, he smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that we were just being sentimental after all."
"You know, I never like to force you."
Sensing that the two had relaxed their consciousness a little, the talking system began to advise Zhao Zhao again, "Hurry, cry a few more times, and they'll let you go!"
Zhao Zhao subconsciously listened to the system's instructions and pursed his lips. He looked up and saw the god next to him very close. "Zhao, look at me again."
Zhao Zhao raised his eyes, and the foggy feeling disappeared. The God's handsome face, pure as jade, appeared before him. "Look at me for the last time. Cherish every moment."
As he spoke, his figure gradually faded and disappeared.
God is gone.
The god that Mossen Cain had worked so hard for for so long and endured so much suffering to invite was gone.
"Oh, Hilgavan, is this fate?"
Mossen Cain squatted down, his straight back slightly bent. Sadly, Zhao Zhao stood opposite him, his eyes still unfamiliar.
[Host, the time has come. It's time to leave this world.]
"good."
As Zhao Zhao nodded, his vitality slowly drained away. At the same time, as if in a last hurrah, he suddenly recognized the person in front of him.
Zhao Zhao's indifferent eyes turned into sadness again, and the past came back like a tide. The sadness and helplessness were only combined into one name, "Father."
“…Hilgavin!”
Mossen Cain suddenly raised his eyes and saw Zhao Zhao falling towards him unexpectedly.
"...Hilgavin, you finally remember me." A tear mixed with the blood on his face fell into the corner of Zhao Zhao's eye and slowly dried up.
Things in the world are unpredictable, but there are traces to follow.
How fortunate I am to be remembered by you at the end of my life, and how unfortunate that happiness is so short-lived.
From God, he had learned about his youngest son's unusual identity, what the so-called system was, and that his son's amnesia seemed to be caused by the system.
He and God even discussed how to get rid of the system and keep Zhao Zhao, but in the end they gave up because of a simple sentence "I don't like this world". They did not keep him regardless of Zhao Zhao's wishes.
And the fact is just as God predicted, in the 4510th year of the blood clan's rule, the sixth son of the ancestor, Hilgavan, died in the winter of that year.
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After his death, Zhao Zhao was buried with great ceremony in the king's tomb, lying in the golden coffin inside. There were many vampires and humans attending the funeral.
They said that they were very grateful to His Royal Highness the Little Prince for his love and care for the human people.
Afterwards, the good policies proposed by Zhao Zhao were implemented to the end, and even after Mossen Cain died and Ivan Norin came to power, they were still implemented.
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Am I the weakest son of the Blood Clan's ancestor? (End)
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