"Get in," Brad said, glancing coldly at Hector.
Hector frowned, muttering under his breath before stepping into the room.
"Grumpy man."
Creak.
Hector blinked a few times, staring in surprise at the luxurious room before his gaze fell on a woman lying motionless on the bed.
She lay on her back, giving Hector a tired look.
"Come here."
Hector swallowed and followed her words, like a child listening to his mother.
When he got closer, his eyes widened in shock. She was truly beautiful—on par with Violet. Even in such a weakened state, one that no one could heal.
"M-Mom…"
The woman sighed, looking at Hector with a full, gentle gaze. Then her expression quickly sank into deep sadness and despair.
She shivered for a moment before sighing helplessly again.
"You're not my son...Reincarnator."
Speechless, Hector blinked in confusion. Countless questions raced through his mind. How could she tell? He had been acting exactly like this body's original owner. There shouldn't have been any mistake.
"Don't be surprised. This is my son's fate… the fate of a vessel. And mine… the fate of a messenger of God."
Her voice was filled with exhaustion and helplessness.
She coughed for a while, then lifted her weary eyes to Hector and spoke, as if she wanted to finish her mission as quickly as possible before dying. She longed for death—to meet her son.
"Blasphemer, the Nameless God has a gift for you. Would you like to receive it?"
Hector frowned at her words. He wasn't sure what she meant.
"What kind of gift?"
The woman spoke.
"You'll have three questions to ask Him."
Hector replied.
"Really? I can ask anything?"
The woman blinked, then answered.
"Anything… but you won't remember them until fate arrives."
"Fate?" Hector scowled for a moment, then quickly nodded.
"Alright. A gift from God is always good! Give it to me."
Ting!
[You have received a gift from the Nameless God!]
Hector suddenly felt space itself twist around him. When he opened his eyes again, he froze in bewilderment.
The woman was already dead.
"What the fuck did I miss?"
He could tell his senses felt strange, as if time had skipped. And when he glanced at the nearby clock, it was confirmed.
Four hours had passed.
[You have received a curse from the Nameless God!]
"W-Wait… don't curse me again!"
[Name]: The Destined Death of the Blasphemer
Rank: ★★★★★
[Description]: You are a special individual… You bear a special fate—the fate of a Godslayer. Find the Mother of Gods and kill her. After fulfilling your fate, you will receive three wishes.
If you fail to kill her before reaching the age of 30, you will die by the curse.
''WHAT THE BULLSHIT'D YOU DONE? CURSED ME AGAIN! Aahhhhhhh! You mother fucker!''
''ONCE I HAVE THREE WISHES. THE FIRST WISH IS TO SEE YOUR SHITTY FACE AND CRUSH IT!''
Hector just nonstop scolded and cursed the Nameless God until his noise making Brad quickly broke the door to get in.
Then, he quickly understood why Hector had reacted like that. His mother had died. But he wasn't surprised about his little sister. After all, he had known clearly that her death could come at any time.
"At least, he didn't forget his mother," Brad thought as he looked at Hector with a sympathetic expression. Then he stepped forward, trying to stop his extreme actions.
Well, it was a big misunderstanding.
Hector was just too angry with the Nameless God.
***
One day passed. After his anger faded, he and Brad held his mother's funeral in secret, just as she had requested before her death… No one knew where it took place—except Brad and Hector.
"What are you doing?" Brad asked, confused.
"I'm building a grave for myself beside her. I suppose it'll make her happier than being alone here," Hector said.
Brad sighed and stared at the distant horizon.
"You've changed."
Hector stayed silent. In truth, he was building a grave for the Hector of this world. At least, it was the only thing he could do for this body.
"Hope that damn Nameless God will let you all be reborn in a better world… not like me."
***
Two days passed.
Now, the founding anniversary of the clan officially began.
All the high nobles from across the world came to the Jenkins Clan, even members of royalty, to celebrate.
"Fate of this body should've died last week instead of standing here, so everything is deeply complicated to predict now" he muttered.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Still, it proved my success with the first move in this world."
He slowly sipped a glass of wine and widened his eyes in surprise.
"It's good!"
Then, he glanced around the banquet hall, where nobles were chatting with one another, just like scenes from a movie he had once watched.
All of it was for building connections and relationships… yet no one wanted to get close to him. So he decided to head to the balcony and wait until the celebration ended.
As he took a step forward, he suddenly noticed a blonde girl standing right in front of him.
A beautiful girl with sharp and seductive features in teenage. Her scarlet eyes carried a mischievous, sly glint—nothing like Violet's indifferent, emotionless gaze.
Her crimson lips curved when she bowed slightly and lifted her evening gown to greet him.
"Lord Hector, would you like to dance with me?"
Hector frowned. He had no idea who she was—until murmurs began spreading through the banquet hall.
"Look at that! Princess Luna is asking that bastard to dance."
"Damn it! Why him?"
…
"That asshole doesn't deserve such an honor!"
"Watch your mouth if you don't want to die. He's wearing the Jenkins Clan's outfit and a high-tier badge. He must be the clan head's son."
…
"Actually… indeed, he's the son of the clan head, but now he's no longer a member of our clan. He was expelled two weeks ago."
"Then why is he still here?"
"Ah, it's hard to say… it's complicated."
"Doesn't matter now! She's asking him to dance, which means she wants to build a relationship with him."
"Yeah! I'm going to challenge him to prove my power. Then the princess will ask me to dance."
Countless bits of gossip rang out… and all of it made Hector scowl in annoyance.
He narrowed his eyes, assessing the girl in front of him.
He knew her. She possessed a terrifyingly sharp mind the most in the world. In fact, she was one of the reasons he had kept reading that damned novel, even though the MC was so stupid.
She was a good girl, someone anyone had to admire from the bottom of their heart.
Everyone even called her by an honored name: the Good-Hearted Goddess.
"I agree."
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