Chapter 92.1 - The Reader and Protagonist Definitely Have to Be in True Love
The Reader and Protagonist Definitely Have to Be in True Love
Chapter Title â Reader: I want to see you become God.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Beautiful.
That was the only word that could describe what Du Ze saw when he opened his eyes. It was as though the sun had been crushed then sprinkled on him. His light blond hair was floor-length with a pure and clear texture. His face was perfect, as though the worldâs best sculptor had painstakingly carved a statue with the most exquisite features. There was no expression on his face but it had an arrogant charm. His most striking aspect was his eyes. His two irises were both bright gold, but in different shades â one was the pure gold of the midday sun while the other was the platinum of a solar eclipse.
When he saw that Du Ze was awake, the person with heterochromatic eyes reached out his hand to touched the black-haired youthâs face. His action was cautious and wary, as though he was touching a dream bubble that might burst.
Behind this person were three pairs of huge snow-white wings were spread open, fanning the air as the wind fluttered the gorgeous feathers. This person was so beautiful that he looked like he belonged in the most blissfully happy paradise. This is ...
Xiu?
Even though Du Ze had already extrapolated from his conversation with the God of Creation that Xiu had awakened his angel blood, now that he saw it for himself, Du Ze was still shocked â itâs too dazzling! Just looking at that person made someone feel ashamed, as though even oneâs gaze on him was like a blasphemy.
Du Ze wanted to speak but his throat was choked with cotton â no, rather he couldnât control his mouth and make a sound, as though his body was broken. It was probably the aftereffects of the resurrection. Being brought back to life was against heavenâs will, therefore if resurrection were to work perfectly then it wouldnât be called magic: it would be called a BUG.
Perceiving that something was wrong with Du Ze, Xiuâs fingers paused for a moment. He stared at Du Ze, carefully examining the black-haired youth from head to toe, not missing even the smallest speck of dust on his fingernails.
That personâs expression was very normal. His eyes were normal. He sounded normal... but all of these ânormalâ qualities, when taken together, made Du Ze realize that it was concealing a terrible fear.
âDu Ze,â said Xiu. His fingers started moving again and were covered with the light of healing magic. âYouâll be fine, nothing will go wrong.â
Du Zeâs eyes widened. At first glance, because Xiuâs new form took all of his attention, Du Ze failed to notice that Xiuâs condition wasnât as bright and neat as it had first appeared.
Above the gold was a layer of scarlet.
As he gradually regained his senses over the parts of his body that the healing light covered, Du Ze felt the sticky touch of Xiuâs skin. The blood was half clotted and half fresh â the old blood had clotted and dried, but fresh, new blood was added. The layer of scarlet wasnât just flowing blood, there were also a lot of wounds. Though Xiuâs clothing covered more than half of his body, Du Ze could still glimpse numerous hideous wounds.
Although âthe rulesâ will ensure that Xiu wonât die, this doesnât mean that Xiu escaped from the verdict unscathed. âThe rulesâ only make sure that the protagonist doesnât die; it doesnât guarantee that Xiu will not be injured. Du Ze canât imagine what kind of situation Xiu is in after he awakened his angelic bloodline. When Du Zeâs brain tried to think of it, he thought that even breathing must be extremely painful.
âYouâll be alright.â The curve of Xiuâs thin lips were subtle. His voice was slow and graceful, as though singing a hymn, but the light tone ended with a trace of hysterical fear and angel continued: âIâll make you better.â
Donât worry, Iâm fine! â Du Ze wanted to shout this out. Even if there was something wrong, he has his 0-point restore!
As soon as itâs midnight, he will fully recover!
But Du Ze canât control even the tip of a finger so he could only watch helplessly as Xiu, who had not even healed his own wounds, bled as he healed Du Ze. The angelâs beautiful red and gold colors flowed into each other.
â Youâll be fine.
Even if Iâm not fine, youâll be fine.
Xiuâs fingers ran through Du Zeâs hair then stroked the delicate skin on the back of the black-haired youthâs neck. Shades of darkness flashed through Xiuâs eyes.
His belovedâs life had been shattered, even if there was no trace of it now, âhe had been killedâ was a fact.
âThere wonât be a next time.â Xiu whispered, âI promise.â
Du Ze immediately understood what Xiu meant. Henceforth, Xiu will not let him suffer any harm. That person can promise that, not only because he has awakened all his bloodlines and is stronger now, but also because he can acquire the right to stand at the peak of this world.
The Tower of God: whoever reaches the top first will become the Supreme God. Du Ze tried to keep his breathing even but he still felt dizzy from lack of oxygen.
After discovering the truth, Du Ze was very wary of Xiu becoming the Supreme God. He felt he had to stop anyone from becoming the Supreme God because it meant the death of the Creator God.
The God of Creation said: When I die you will disappear from this world.
Perhaps because of Xiuâs treatment, or because of his intense emotional excitement, Du Ze was able to reach out and grab Xiuâs wrist. Half propped up, Du Ze found the strength to speak, even though his voice was extremely hoarse as though it came from the depths of his throat.
âXiu-â
Du Ze had just shouted Xiuâs name when a yellow light suddenly appeared and hit them on the tops of their heads. Du Ze felt a slight jolt before the scene immediately changed into the Tower of Godâs hall.
There is no doubt that the beam of light was the portal that appeared each time Xiu passed a trial, but normally it wouldnât have appeared right on top of them, âgraciouslyâ teleporting them.
âThe rulesâ seem to be impatient.
During the instant that thought flashed into Du Zeâs mind, he barely had time to look around at the hall and the stone statues when a light shone from every one of the Tower of Godâs entrances, revealing a manâs shadow.
Du Ze closed his eyes then opened them again, but no matter how he wanted to escape from reality, the image of the last person he wanted to see was seared into his retina.
Black hair, black eyes, glasses and hearing aids- it was the Creator.
Xiu stared at the God. The Creator that was reflected in his different colored eyes was a blond, gold-eyed, six-winged angel that looked very familiar. When their eyes met, the whole space seemed to become turbulent.
âBUZZ.â
By the time Xiu regained his composure, the surroundings had changed. Below him was ground that looked like ice crystal with an upside-down sky inside. If there had been a huge pillar of light, it would have looked like the Lost Land. A vast sea of clouds came rolling in from a distance and their shadows fell on Xiuâs body, dark and ominous.
Xiuâs first reaction as he sat on that crystal ground was to turn around to look for Du Ze, but the black-haired youth was no longer beside him.
That was the straw that broke the camelâs back. Xiuâs nerves, which had already been stretched to their limit, snapped. He called the blood contract beast. It was eager to pursue Du Ze, but somehow stayed in place. Its rune-filled face seethed, out of control. Upon seeing it, Xiu asked the six-winged angel: âWhere is Du Ze?â
The otherâs response was a beam of light that hit Xiuâs cheek, leaving, a deep wound. The God of Creation stared at Xiu, not bothering to conceal his killing intent. He knew the truth of this world now and the Godâs way of thinking had changed subtly. He doesnât care that the world is a novel but why is he the âvillainâ and this person is the âprotagonistâ?
If there is a gap, there will be a contrast. If there is a contrast, there will be an imbalance. If he is to survive, he must act now. In addition to his desire to survive, the God also wants to kill Xiu because of a twisted envy and resentment. Even if âthe rulesâ have arranged this fight, he will not perform the way âthe rulesâ want him to. The Creator looked around at the stone statues of the eight races. âThe rulesâ have been written but, despite everything, the Creator wanted to kill this person who was under the protection of âthe rules.â
âBangâ