I Don't Want To Work! - Chapter 179

CHAPTER 179

Got it.

Lionel, who hugged his master who breathed her last breath, smiled satisfactorily.

Carefully wiping away the blood with the back of his hand and tidying up her messy face.

The master seemed to be deeply asleep.

‘To reassure me.’

He squeezed out his last strength, smiled as he looked at her, and laughed as he kept thinking of his master who used to tell him things only for himself.

It wasn’t just about thinking of herself until the end.

Although it was annoying to embrace and take the last breath alone this time too.

‘You won’t do that anymore.’

Sometimes it was the way a disciple taught his master.

Lionel laughed contentedly and pressed his lips on her cheek.

“…Crazy.”

Was she alive?

The laughter faded. 

Lionel, whose expression turned cold in an instant, turned his gaze towards where the sound came from.

The red path was facing the throne.

How could he be there even though he couldn’t walk?

It was more like crawling.

“Hah…….”

Primus, who struggled to sit on the throne, gasped for breath.

The first and only god.

An evil god who became the first to die as soon as she sat on the throne, having excessive greed that she couldn’t even digest.

Does the lingering attachment to the throne remain on such a subject?

Even if she dies, she is holding onto the armrest of the throne as if she would die there.

“I’ve been thinking since before.”

Pitch-black, color.

The evil side wasn’t in good shape either. 

She was clutching her throat, from which blood was flowing.

“You’re crazy.”

“Did you just figure that out now?”

He hadn’t been in his right mind since he was dragged to the temple of the evil god.

Lionel laughed, muffling the sound.

The evil god grimaced as if he were terrible.

Blue eyes met the evil god.

“I’m going to die.”

A numb voice spoke the truth.

“How long can you hold on?”

Perhaps his master wasn’t feeling cold.

Lionel, carefully wrapped in his cloak, lovingly embraced his master.

The tiny body in the embrace was lovely.

“For a day? Half a day? No, a few hours?”

Not even that.

“Just a few minutes?”

“……!!”

The evil god’s face twisted.

But he couldn’t refute it.

The evil god also knew that his death was imminent.

“…….”

She gritted her lips, and her face hardened. 

Fear was shaking her body and mind.

“Shall we make a deal?”

“…Get lost.”

The evil god leaned forward significantly.

“I’m not going to make a deal with you anymore.”

“Don’t you want to live?”

Lionel smirked.

“Then just die.”

“What?”

“Shall we go, Master?”

As if whispering as if his master was still alive, Lionel turned his body.

His footsteps toward the only entrance were light.

“Just a moment, hold on.”

Achel was the one who stopped Lionel.

Who had they come to confront, this side was also quite messy.

“Lord Primus.”

Haltingly, Achel moved forward with one leg.

“Please, listen to me, even if just for once.”

“…Achel.”

Haltingly, Achel, barely supporting her body with a longsword she found somewhere, took another step forward.

“Please.”

With a thud, Achel stepped on the congealed blood, then collapsed forward with a loud noise. 

Her body trembled violently for a moment before stopping.

“Achel!”

The startled evil god raised her body.

“I hate myself too. I despise myself. But please.”

Without even lifting her head, Achel continued speaking. 

Tears swallowed Achel’s voice bit by bit.

“Please, Primus, don’t leave me either.”

“…”

“You promised.”

The tear-streaked face turned towards the evil god.

“That you would never leave me alone…”

The evil god’s mouth stopped moving. 

White teeth pressed against her lips.

“Listen to me.”

“Try to be a bit more polite.”

Lionel laughed again. 

The evil god glared at him fiercely, but only for a moment.

“…I request a deal, Lionel.”

In the end, he bowed his head. 

He nodded satisfactorily as if he was pleased.

“The terms of the deal are simple.”

Barely lifting their upper bodies, Achel and the evil god looked at Lionel.

“If you restore my master’s breath, I will tell you the way for you to survive.”

The evil god’s face stiffened upon Lionel’s proposal. 

Then, soon, laughter escaped through her lips.

“Haha!”

Grasping the throat oozing blood, the evil god laughed loudly.

“Are you insane, Lionel? No, you’ve been insane for a long time.”

She stared at Lionel with purple eyes.

“It seems you’re under the illusion that just because I manage the afterlife, I can save a person’s life. That’s the realm of the Deron.”

“Can’t you revive a breath?”

“…Huh?”

Lionel squeezed his eyes shut, embracing his master tightly, his eyes shining.

“Even if you don’t have much strength left, can’t you revive the breath in a dead body?”

“…”

“Just like you did to me when I was dying.”

The evil god’s eyes narrowed.

“…Even if I revive the breath now, only the body will come back to life. The soul won’t return.”

The soul would cross the Three River and fall into the hands of the king of the underworld.

“That’s enough.”

Lionel smirked softly.

“Crazy.”

The evil god muttered the word again in her mouth.

Perhaps no words suited the man standing in front of her as well as that word.

“But it’s not a bad offer.”

Of course, even just reviving the breath carried a considerable risk burden.

Especially now, if she exerted herself, death, already close at hand, would engulf her immediately.

But.

The evil god bit her lip.

If she could live, even just physically.

“Okay. If I save the wanderer, how will you save me?”

“First, the breath. Your power will be unusable after a while, won’t it?”

Now, Lionel, who had come close, was offering his master, whom he had held dearly, in his arms.

The body that had just taken its last breath was still warm.

Her power could still reach.

“Even if you’re dying, keep your promise, Lionel.”

Lionel nodded lightly. 

Whatever else, he wasn’t one to speak futile words when it came to his master.

The evil god took a deep breath, unleashing all the remaining strength and the last of her power.

“…Ha.”

Breath returned.

But Lionel pressed his ear against her chest.

Thud, thud, thud.

The heart was beating. A smile crept onto his lips.

Now it was his turn to keep the promise.

“There should be a small vial around here.”

“Explain properly.”

When had it crawled in? 

Achel, who had been supporting the fallen evil god, urged him on.

“What does that have to do with anything!”

Surely, a wound so severe would cause someone to faint from the pain, yet she continued shouting.

With narrowed eyes, Lionel continued speaking.

“That vial can contain a god’s soul.”

Originally, gods didn’t die. 

They merely vanished. 

But the vial in the head of the Lord allowed a god’s soul to enter the cycle of life.

“The Lord intended to put me in there and bring me back to the divine realm when I was reborn.”

When he was newly born, ignorant and innocent. 

The plan was to bring him back to the divine realm and educate him again.

“So, just contain the god’s soul and wait.”

All she had to do was wait until the soul vanished after hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of nights. 

Just as he did.

“But as a god, you could still be reborn as a sentient being.”

Lionel laughed as he looked at the evil god staring at him.

“And if you’re lucky, you might even be reborn as a seed of a god again.”

The evil god drained of all blood and turned white, pursed her lips.

“Are you trying to make me a wanderer?”

“Who knows.”

Lionel turned his body again, embracing his master.

“That’s up to you and the one who waits.”

He had shown the way. He had kept the promise.

All matters were settled. Now it was time to meet another god.

“Wait!”

Achel’s voice grabbed him, but Lionel just moved forward.

“How can you believe that! How do you even have that information!”

“Ah.”

This needed an answer.

Lionel stopped in his tracks and turned around.

“When I pricked the Lord earlier.”

He flicked his long finger against his head.

“I searched through his mind.”

Just like he did to her.

That was the last of it.

Lionel left the room.

He had been given the chance to choose. 

Now, they would have to bear the consequences of their choice.

“Master.”

Lionel carefully smoothed out his messy hair, as if handling delicate glassware that might shatter at any wrong move.

‘My master…’

Even though he may have lost and will continue to lose much due to recklessness, there will be gains as well.

Lionel walked confidently through the crumbling, burning corridors as if he knew the way. 

His unwavering steps led him to a terrace overlooking the divine realm, and there stood Detmé.

<Have you come?>

Detmé stood, her eyes reddened, as if she had known Lionel would come. 

She turned her body, gazing at Lionel with crimson eyes.

<Is this the right thing?>

The divine realm was burning.

<I don’t know…>

Her body began to crumble slowly. 

Detmé reached out, gripping the railing. 

It was a determination not to fall.

<As Deron said, there comes a time when it must end. But I don’t think it has to end here.>

Detmé raised her head straight.

<Rather, it seems like an opportunity to write a new history.>

Stagnant water tends to decay. 

Having emptied the stagnant water, now new, clear water would flow in, or it would dry up altogether. 

Detmé surveyed the divine realm with a determined gaze.

Well, it was something she didn’t need to concern herself with. 

She was merely to fulfill what had been promised in place of her master.