I Don't Want To Work! - Chapter 177

CHAPTER 177

“Wow!”

Half of the temple was swept away.

It feels so refreshing!

I almost want to applaud, seriously.

<Will it be okay like this?>

Pendrade asked.

By the way, he was holding his fainted father by the neck.

<I used all my strength, but he shouldn’t be dead.>

“A god won’t die from just one breath.”

If that were the case, the dragon race would have already taken over the divine realm.

“But he must be pretty drained.”

He kept getting attacked by Raaz and the evil god, and now we’ve beaten him up too.

“There’s no one who can withstand a gang attack.”

I wiped my mouth. 

After briefly looking at my blood-stained hand, I quickly wiped it on my clothes.

“What about the evil god?”

<Your disciple is still fighting him.>

I was worried he might have gotten caught up in it.

It seemed he was handling it well somehow.

‘I want to check on him, but…’

If I take my eyes off him, I feel like I’ll die.

See, even now.

<…These trash bastards.>

He’s resurrecting even after taking a dragon’s breath head-on.

<Hey.>

Pendrade swallowed.

<Should I go?>

“Go.”

I answered while staring at the Lord, who was reconstructing his body with a crackling sound.

“You need to take care of your father now. He’s injured. He’s no help in battle.”

<…But.>

“No buts, just go.”

When I say go, just go.

I don’t think I can let you go a second time.

I swallowed as I watched the Lord, who was almost fully resurrected.

Pendrade seemed to realize the situation and nodded.

Then he flew off.

“Raaz!!”

The evil god shouted in shock, but Raaz, who was under Deron’s sleep spell, only twitched.

Alright, send him off first and then wake him up later.

‘For now, I need to focus here.’

<Hah…>

The fully resurrected Lord let out a deep breath.

His eyes then flashed.

‘He’s gone mad.’

Of course, he would be.

He got backstabbed by his own child.

Then got beaten by a mere human, whom he raised like an herb to be turned into nectar.

He must be utterly furious.

‘Anyway, I need to attack again once his body is fully reconstructed. That’s when he’s most vulnerable.’

Thud.

My thoughts were cut off. Literally. 

My mind froze, and then I felt it.

“Ahhh!”

An intense pain.

“Master? Master!”

Lionel called out to me in shock, but I couldn’t answer.

What came out of my mouth, which was open in pain, wasn’t a voice but blood.

<Were you happy?>

Clack, the Lord crossed the marble floor.

<I ask you, wanderer. Were you happy living as ‘Lottie Pandelion’?>

<Baaah, Baaahhh!>

Shu slapped my cheeks as if telling me to come to my senses and run away.

But when I couldn’t move, he tried to drag me by my clothes.

Meanwhile.

Step, the Lord came closer.

<Aaah!!>

Shu must have realized it was no use and jumped at the Lord.

No.

No way.

Even if Elam had come instead of Shu, he wouldn’t have stood a chance against the Lord.

‘I need to stop him.’

It feels like my insides are burning as if I’ve swallowed fire…

<Baaaah!!!>

Shu screamed as if he had made up his mind.

It felt like a small, weak animal puffing up its fur.

Thud!

I heard something flying through the air. 

Then, Shu’s sound disappeared.

No, no.

I wanted to lift my head, but every time I tried, blood gushed up my throat.

<Why is there no answer?>

The footsteps stopped right in front of me.

The voice poured down over my head.

<I’m asking if you were happy among the family who loved you, the family you finally met after hundreds of lives and deaths.>

The Lord slowly extended his arm. 

I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the movement.

He was trying to grab me.

<You will now enjoy only that happiness forever.>

In the nectar.

In an illusion.

Thinking of the family and lover who loves me.

I will be happy for eternity.

<What I’m offering you is another immortal life, wanderer.>

“Ugh…”

My body floated up by some unknown force.

Blood dripped down, creating a trail.

“Master!”

I heard Lionel’s voice from behind.

The Lord unemotionally extended his arm toward him.

<You are not needed.>

“……!!”

<You are nothing but poison.>

A tremendous force swept over again. 

Everything fell silent.

No.

This is just.

‘My ears are starting to fail me…’

If I listened closely, I could hear someone shouting. 

The problem was I couldn’t tell if it was the evil god, Lionel, or the Lord.

‘My vision is also getting blurry.’

Every time I blinked, blood flowed down, tinting my sight red.

<Don’t worry.>

The Lord’s voice began to come through again.

<Your lover will be safe within the illusion.>

I reached something.

My body wobbled significantly. 

Beyond the blurred and reddened vision, I saw a huge jar.

A jar big enough to fit several people.

It was filled with a golden liquid.

Ha.

I knew it at a glance.

That was the incomplete nectar I had made.

‘So that’s why he took so much.’

It even emitted light, infused with the power of a god.

And now, if he puts me in there to steep, will it complete the nectar?

As I chuckled to myself, the nectar drew closer.

When my head was about to touch it.

My body stopped again.

“……!!”

Someone was blocking the Lord from putting me into the nectar.

The force moved again, and my body tilted forward.

My fingertips touched the nectar.

<……!!>

“……!”

Bang! The explosion was loud enough to be heard even through my blocked ears.

Someone was protecting me.

Then I too.

Need to muster my strength.

I licked the nectar that had gotten on my fingertip.

* * *

<Foolish one.>

The Lord gazed at the man standing before him with pity.

The man’s once handsome face was a mess.

His bright golden hair was stained red with blood, and a long and deep scar marred his cheek.

One of his eyes would never open again.

<You cannot stand against a god.>

“……”

<Tsk, tsk, you were meant to be born in the divine realm.>

The Lord felt genuine regret.

Gods were born among other gods, but they also emerged naturally.

Without parents, they simply began to exist one day.

Like Gaia, the mother of all things.

And such gods held immense potential and power.

<If things had gone as they should, lesser or intermediate gods would have brought you to the divine realm.>

Unfortunately, the timing was bad.

The Lord and other deities were preoccupied with quelling the first rebellion started by the evil god.

<Will you come with me?>

Unfortunately, it was the evil god who first found Lionel.

She tried to brainwash him into becoming her pawn.

It was a wise choice.

A choice so right it almost deserved applause.

The Lord would have done the same if he had found Lionel first.

But the seed of divinity…

“Come with me.”

Unfortunately, he followed the wanderer he created and became imprinted by her.

<You are now bewitched by the evil god’s power and false emotions.>

The Lord extended his hand.

He planned to kill Lionel and then draw in his soul.

He intended to keep him close and cherish him until he was reborn.

When Lionel was reborn, the Lord would gain a new loyal servant.

He was very satisfied with this plan.

Though most of the lesser gods were swept away, the divine realm was in chaos, and his honor was in tatters.

‘But what I’ve gained isn’t bad.’

He finally dealt with the one who had been a thorn in his side for so long.

The Lord looked impassively at the fallen evil god in the distance.

Her body still trembled.

But she would die soon. 

Death was looming over her.

‘And I dealt with the Titans too.’

Gaia’s children, his cousins, and those he had mingled with—he couldn’t deal with them easily before.

But now, using this opportunity, he had managed to eliminate them.

Even if there were more traitors like the evil god, they wouldn’t be able to build their forces now.

‘And with the perfect nectar and a new warrior.’

Many lesser gods had perished, but they could be replaced by that wretch.

The fallen honor could be rebuilt through immortal life.

Yes, this was quite a satisfactory deal.

The Lord believed so.

He was certain of it.

<…Huh?>

Until something pierced his side.

<What on earth is this?>

He felt a searing pain.

Few could cause such pain to him.

No, now there should be none!

The most likely candidates were lying on the ground.

Who dared to, who could, hurt him!!

<…Wanderer?>

When he looked down, he saw Lottie smiling.

The woman who should have been too incapacitated to move was smiling brightly.

The only difference was that her pink eyes were now glowing gold.

And.

<Hello?>

She was using the divine transmission, a power reserved for gods.

Ah.

He remembered.

A gift he had given the wanderer a very long time ago, so long that even he had forgotten.

<Why are you so surprised?>

A gift meant not to be used but to be given.

<You gave it to me, didn’t you?>

The power to ascend to the position of a god, if only for a short time.