I Don't Want To Work! - Chapter 105
CHAPTER 105
I don’t want to die.
These were the thoughts that filled the mind of the once-fearless Kyres warrior.
Yet, he does not wish to die.
The body trained for slaughter and war was now being used to flee.
Fleeing was a disgrace for the worshippers of Kyres, the god of war.
But now, there was no choice but to flee.
‘Monster, monster!’
Yes, that thing was a monster. It appeared out of nowhere.
With a composed face, it appeared amidst the mercenaries gathered.
It started to take the breath away from the warriors.
The warriors immediately raised their weapons, but it was futile.
“Kah!”
It wasn’t a fight.
It was the unilateral slaughter and hunting they always engaged in.
It was a clear rampage.
‘Damn it!’
Fear surged to the point where vision narrowed, and tears began to flow.
It was the first time tears were shed by a Kyres warrior.
How terrifying it was to meet that monster’s gaze just now.
It felt like drowning, unable to breathe, and a strange force choking the throat.
The rising fear subconsciously made him flee from the man.
‘Everyone is dead!’
It made him the sole survivor.
He had to flee, and he had to warn others.
He had to warn the other warriors to beware of this monster!
And above all, he, he…
‘I still don’t want to die…!’
The thought was cut off.
The last breath escaped from the man’s lips with a thud, and his body fell to the ground with a heavy sound.
Moments ago, the space filled with dozens of warriors clamoring was now filled with silence alone.
What broke the silence was the sound of footsteps.
Thud, thud, thud.
The sound of stepping on the liquid that had pooled on the ground echoed evenly.
It was a leisurely sound as if there was nothing to be anxious about.
“…”
In the moonlight streaming through the window, darkness washed away.
Lionel had golden hair, blue eyes, and a tear mark on his left eye, all of which suited not a scene of tragedy like this, but rather a light and fitting attire for a resort.
With precise and slender hands, he drew the dagger stuck in the warrior’s back.
A drop of blood formed at the tip of the dagger’s blade before falling to the ground.
“…”
The blue eyes, checking if there was anyone alive, seemed indifferent.
However, Lionel’s anger hadn’t subsided.
Not to mention it ruined his plan to pretend it was a coincidence and take the seat next to his master.
The scum had crossed a line that shouldn’t have been crossed.
‘I made a mistake.’
Lionel roughly wiped the bloodstain off his palm.
‘I should have killed them all then.’
Not only the disciples but also the gods should have been trampled.
Regret.
It was regretful.
If only he had arrived a little earlier.
If only his master had been there.
He would have managed to bury the god underground by any means necessary.
‘Of course, another god had to show up there.’
Lionel sighed through his lips.
The guy who just died wasn’t just running away.
There seemed to be a destination in his footsteps.
Otherwise, why would he choose a different path, leaving the easy route to flee behind?
‘There must be another group nearby.’
They all had to be killed.
His kind and gentle master had intended only to capture Kyres, but not him.
He had thought of crushing the ground before that guy woke up from his long sleep.
He would kill all the disciples, demolish the temples, and leave no mouths to call upon Kyres’ name or hands to offer prayers, lest the power of the god weaken.
With cold eyes, Lionel turned around.
That’s when it happened.
“Hey there.”
A voice suddenly came from nowhere.
“Lionel.”
It was a familiar voice. Lionel’s brow involuntarily furrowed.
As he turned his head, Achel, with her silver short hair, emerged from the darkness.
“It hasn’t been long since we last met, but it’s good to see you again.”
Achel smiled softly and waved her hand.
“Oh dear, don’t glare at me like that.”
She revealed her teeth in an instant.
“I’m quite angry right now too, you know.”
The auction houses Achel had set up for ‘that day’ were not just one.
They were hidden throughout the continent, with a few even in the Pandelion Empire, and there had been no issues until now.
“Do you know how much information that wandering fool you brought in last time leaked?”
That pig spilled all the confidential information just to save his own skin.
And he ended up hanging in the square.
Thanks to that useless guy, the auction houses that had been well hidden all this time were now at risk of being exposed one by one.
There was no problem with the auction houses being exposed.
Money could be regrettable, but they could always regroup and start over.
But what angered Achel the most was…
“My god was in trouble because of you. ‘That day’ was delayed.”
How long had they been waiting and yearning for ‘that day’?
And now it was all going to crumble before their eyes!
“Oh.”
Lionel blinked his eyes a couple of times and then chuckled softly.
“Well, that’s fortunate.”
“…!”
“It would have been better if it had completely collapsed. But it didn’t, did it?”
“You!”
Achel fiercely contorted her face.
She moved her fingers as if she were about to draw the pair of swords hanging at her waist at any moment.
Though force was also applied to Lionel’s hand, which was holding the dagger.
“…Hmph.”
Achel didn’t draw her sword.
She just glared at Lionel and backed away.
There was something.
Lionel’s gaze turned to the back.
Beyond Achel’s shoulder, beyond the dark where even the moonlight couldn’t reach.
“You endured well, Achel.”
As expected, the darkness moved.
With a soft voice, something moved in the darkness.
Whenever she took a step, the gathered darkness moved with her, and the moonlight caught on her toes shattered into pieces.
Pure darkness, absolute evil.
A woman draped in them like clothes, with hair even darker than that.
She was an evil god.
A man followed behind such an evil god.
Long white hair, golden eyes, an unreal appearance, and an immense amount of mana pouring out.
‘A Dragon, huh.’
A foolish dragon who had sided with the evil gods.
Lionel inwardly scoffed.
“It’s been a while, Lionel. Since you set the continent on fire, hasn’t it?”
Purple eyes briefly flashed under long eyelashes before disappearing again.
The evil god embraced a gentle smile.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Lionel brushed his hair back and smiled brightly.
“Hmm, is this what it feels like to raise a dog?”
Lionel’s words caused Achel’s face to freeze coldly.
She stared at Lionel without blinking.
What did he mean by that?
Lionel smiled again with his pretty face.
“If you want to recruit important talent, you have to come in person.”
The evil god who had stopped Achel lightly with an outstretched arm chuckled again.
“Lionel.”
Behind her laughter, the evil god continued to stare at Lionel.
“Now, ‘that day’ is coming. It’s time for me to reveal myself in this world.”
Until now, evil gods had only existed in legends.
The rebellion in the divine realm and the nameless temples were not easily forgettable events.
But for thousands of years, evil gods had remained in the shadows, without even a name to be called by.
Evil gods gradually disappeared from people’s minds, and the gods began to relax little by little. Recently, they had started to be cautious again, but it was already too late.
“The balance has already been sufficiently tilted.”
The gods had been complacent for a long time.
And thanks to Kyres shaking the scales as he pleased, the balance had been further disrupted to the point where evil gods could move.
“Now, the time has finally come.”
Full purple eyes appeared under the eyelids.
“The time for me to ascend to the seat my father once occupied!”
The evil god smiled widely.
It was a delightful laugh as if she was happy just imagining it.
Her cheeks flushed with excitement.
“Father would do the same, having ascended to the seat himself. He wouldn’t mind me taking his place.”
The calm evil god closed her eyes again, smiling only at the corners of her lips.
“After all, history tends to repeat itself, doesn’t it?”
“…”
“Lionel, I hope you make a wise choice.”
Taking the hand of the white dragon standing beside her, the evil god turned her body.
The darkness she enveloped like a shawl surged heavily.
Soon, it began to engulf the evil god, the dragon, and Achel little by little.
“I don’t want to see her playing in my father’s hands and succeeding me.”
Sincerity peeked through the partially obscured purple eyes of the evil god.
Lionel’s gaze narrowed.
“Oh, and I haven’t told you my new name yet.”
The evil god, partially swallowed by darkness, smiled, illuminating only her purple eyes.
“My new name is Primus.”
The old name that limited her as the god of eternity was taken by her father.
She chose a new name for herself.
Remember that.
Soon, the new name of the god will resonate throughout the divine and mortal realms.
With those words, the three beings disappeared, leaving Lionel alone.
“…”
His blue eyes seemed to ponder something before Lionel himself vanished like smoke.
And five years later…
“Hah…”
Lottie welcomed her fifth spring on the bed.