Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 60.2
Gritting his teeth, Cielo propped Oscar’s body up and slung the man’s arm over his shoulder.
“…Ugh!”
Every time his broken foot touched the ground, a jolt of pain shot through his brain like lightning.
But he couldn’t stop.
“I have to…”
He wanted to protect him. Just like Oscar had thrown himself in harm’s way to protect him, Cielo wanted to do the same for Oscar.
‘Because I’m weak.’
Deep down, he wished he had more power than Oscar. That he could snap his fingers and conjure fire, or create ice with a single thought.
If he had such overwhelming power, at least he wouldn’t feel like a burden to everyone.
Really, all of this…
“No. I can do this.”
The moment unnecessary thoughts began to crowd his mind, Cielo murmured and forced his scattered focus back together.
“It’s fine.”
He’d find people and ask for help. He would protect Oscar.
Even if he didn’t have overwhelming strength.
Even if all he had was a fragile body that could die at any moment.
“I can… do it…”
Grinding his teeth, Cielo pushed through the pain and kept moving.
How long had he walked?
He had collapsed countless times because his leg wouldn’t support him properly.
His vision, once clear despite the pain, now began to blur as though darkness could fall over it at any second. His unstable heartbeat felt like it might give out entirely.
“Ahhh!”
Suddenly, his body gave out again, collapsing to the ground.
Because he was supporting Oscar, he landed awkwardly, scraping his chin on the ground. Blood welled up, and the pain throbbed all the way to his skull.
“Haa… haa…”
His body refused to cooperate. Cielo remained slumped on the ground, unable to rise for a long time.
His body had reached its limit, screaming at him to stop and rest. But Cielo clenched his fading consciousness and forced himself to move.
But his body didn’t follow his will.
“Move. Please, move…”
If a wild beast came now, it would be over. Then he really wouldn’t be able to protect Oscar.
Clenching his teeth, Cielo murmured as he slapped his own thigh over and over.
But his exhausted body no longer listened to him.
“Oscar…”
Cielo called Oscar’s name as he looked at the man lying unconscious. Despite all the time that had passed since they had fallen from the cliff, Oscar had yet to awaken.
“Please, just try to wake up. Oscar…”
He just wanted to hear one thing: that Oscar wasn’t in pain.
That he had only fainted from the shock of the fall. That he wasn’t hurt anywhere. That he was fine.
Just one sentence like that would be enough.
But Oscar remained unconscious.
And then—
The underbrush rustled.
“…!”
Cielo held his breath, eyes trembling as he stared in the direction of the sound.
He had made sure to move away from any places where beasts might be, but had something still followed them?
With shaky hands, Cielo fumbled in his clothes and pulled out a dagger, pointing it at the rustling bushes.
His strength was already gone—his arms trembled, and it was hard just to stay conscious.
The moment his blurred vision almost gave out completely—
Rustle.
The bushes shook again, even more loudly.
As soon as something came out, he would lunge and stab it in the throat.
He didn’t know what it might be, but if he managed even one hit, it might hesitate to attack and instead flee.
Thinking such absurd thoughts, dulled by exhaustion, Cielo propped himself up using his uninjured leg.
Gripping the dagger with both hands, he stared intently at the bushes.
Rustle.
Just as the foliage shook again, a foot stepped out.
“I think it was around here…”
Ah.
Cielo, who had been holding his breath while aiming with deadly intent, finally let out the breath he had been holding.
“A person…”
It wasn’t a beast.
Just as the hope that they might survive flared up—
Cielo’s body, having reached its absolute limit, collapsed once more.
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