At the call flowing from between the parted lips of the behemoth, Olivia smiled.
“It’s okay now. Everything will be okay.”
No matter what she said, she had to whisper and hold him, but Olivia immediately got up.
She covered the behemoth and the child with Cryer’s cloak, opened the front, and turned towards Cryer.
“Hoo.”
A weak breath flowed from between her still violet lips, and her body, soaked from the rain, was shaking uncontrollably.
But her smile did not waver.
Facing the pouring rain, like a flame that would never go out, Olivia took a step, and another step.
Approaching Cryer.
Her white fingers felt the back of his hand, which was swollen with veins.
Because of the endless downpour, she was blind and deaf, but the touch from her fingertips was clear.
Olivia stubbornly slid her hand into Cryer’s.
The hands of the two people, intertwined at every knuckle, came together as if finding their place.
And when Olivia’s hand and Cryer’s hand interlocked without any gaps.
Cryer’s beast lay down, holding its breath at Olivia’s feet.
And the man who was half swallowed in the beast’s mouth instantly realized the fact, and he released the breath he had been holding all along.
“Cough, cough.”
As rainwater and air entered his shrunken chest, focus began to catch in the man’s blurry eyes.
The man who rolled his twitching eyes here and there finally understood the situation.
“Fa……failure.”
His consciousness, the fact that he had failed.
Even if the troubler in front of him disappears right away, he would have to start from scratch.
But now that it’s come to this, he won’t be able to do anything.
“He……hehehe. Hehe, haha.”
A nervescratching laughter flowed from the man’s lips that seemed torn apart.
At that sound, the child, who had been languid in the behemoth’s arms, began to tremble slightly, and the behemoth cuddled the child.
She was holding the child and watching Olivia and Cryer, and the man, without taking her eyes off them.
The man continued to laugh, looking at his hand muddied with blood, rain, and mud.
Wasn’t everything really over in a moment, too hollow and too simple?
At last, the advent of God was just around the corner.
“What’s so funny. A man who’s about to die.”
Even at Cryer’s biting words, the man did not stop his grotesque laughter.
He wasn’t afraid of being caught and killed.
He only regretted one thing.
“Not being able to bring the mercy of the ancient gods to this world……”
Before the man’s mad mumbling ended, the corner of Cryer’s mouth twisted.
“Uh, ugh!”
He stepped on the man’s back of the hand and growled softly.
“Mercy? Mercy?”
“Purification is the mercy that God bestows!”
“Ha!”
Before the man’s words ended, Cryer scoffed at him sharply.
“Mercy. Mercy.”
Cryer was looking down at the man, but his gaze was looking much further away.
“Don’t delude yourself. The god you believe in and serve is justice, and God will be merciful.”
The unwanted resurrection and the unwanted mark.
He, too, cannot say that he did not hope for God’s mercy.
Towards a god other than the one who branded him.
But Cryer received no answer.
From any god, any answer…
Cryer pressed down on the man’s neck, not his hand.
The man choked, but he could never escape.
“You don’t know the meaning or purpose of what God does. No one knows.”
This isn’t just to the man, it’s also a question he throws at himself.
Looking far, very far away, Cryer gazed down at the man who had completely lost his senses, showing only the whites of his eyes, and whispered.
“And the likes of you will never know until the end.”
Olivia bit her lips tightly and tightly clasped her hands together.
Because Cryer’s back in front of her looked as if… it was crying.
“The fact that God is merciless.”
A faint voice, like flowing from a deep, deep abyss with no end in sight.
Olivia reached out to him.
Stretching out her arms with all her might from behind him, Olivia, who embraced him, rested her cheek on his back that felt cold to the point of paralysis the moment she touched him.
The warmth from her that spread over his skin began to faintly burn his bones.
Cryer closed his eyes as he looked down at her transparently white arm wrapped around his waist.
From his back, which was impossibly solid and rough, where no one could approach, slowly, little by little, strength drained.
And the next moment.
Thump.
His heart dropped from the top to the very bottom in a heartbeat.
The pupils of his red eyes contracted sharply, but the intense beat was only once.
Soon after, another pain washed over him in its place.
Every time Olivia’s faint breath scattered just above his skin, sharp pain as if being stabbed with a knife from the brand on his collarbone…
“Cryer.”
But Cryer didn’t say a word to Olivia’s call that seeped through his back to his heart and circulated through his body with his blood.
He just closed his eyes.
On such a day when the rain was pouring heavily.
The clumsy ritual of a man hoping for the advent of an ancient god turned into a failure that no one could know, and no one would know.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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