Twin Reincarnation: Epics Of The Worldline

Chapter 273 Life of an immortal

273 273 Life of an immortal

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What is it to like to live, longer than everyone else?

To not die?

To just live on, not age, and do not suffer from any kind of illness or disease.

To not be affected in any way physically or mentally due to the passage of time, to have greater strengths than most of the other beings present all around you, to have experienced all the things there were to experience in this world... to have lived a life too long to have forgotten most of the things that you have already done, experienced, and gone through?

Is it possible to know how it is like to have lived like that?

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To have seen all kinds of destruction, massacres, wars, deaths, and carnage that the mortals are capable of?

To live, and see others die... can someone imagine how it feels to long for death, but be restricted to attain it by their own hands?

"It... it is alright... miss. Miss Eva..."

"Hey! No! What are you doing?! You will die at this rate!!"

He was an immortal. A vampire, a being that lived on the blood of the other beings. A creature that, despite longing for death, could not kill himself thanks to all the worldly restrictions blocking him doing so.

He was a creature different from mortals.

He had seen this world since the dawn of mankind, since they were merely animal beings with little intelligence.

He used to have a normal life, a family as well perhaps. But, all that vanished with the passage of time.

Death was inevitable, even for the undead and immortals like vampires.

Every single element in this world had a set amount of 'time' allocated to them in this world, and though it could be prolonged and shortened with various skills and powers, he did not desire for the abnormal time that was allocated to him. Ever.

"Gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!"

He was a simple person by nature, someone who had already tried doing everything one could think about.

He had lived like a normal person, a ruler, a slave, and a master above this entire world.

He had tasted every pleasure there was in this world and committed all kinds of sins a sinner was capable was.

He had seen things that others never will, he had been to the corners of this world even Lucy did not know about, or could never know about.

He had Done it all and with as many as one could think about so, he knew there wasn't any particular meaning behind the things that the normal mortal beings did on regular bases.

He was neither a mortal nor a human, so defining him with the normal boundaries of both was not appropriate.

-Ooooooooooooooong!

"Nector! Synchronisation!"

"Skiiiiiiiiiiii~!" The blood owl fighting with the bats screamed and threw the filthy creatures away as it flew back to his master.

And when the gorgeous blood red owl's talons touched the tip of the finger that 'Tim' had pointed upwards, it melted away in crimson blood and covered his master's entire body.

He was a blood monarch, a primordial being of their world who had existed even before some of the gods, someone who had seen the birth of stars and helped other beings attain the status of a god.

He had made the call back to their masters a while back a a considerable amount of time had passed since then... it was surprising their call even went through even though they were in this weird kind of world, but things had become too out of hand for them...

The creatures that were fighting in the air were gone, so the powerful bats were going to come for them soon.

The scorpions were already here so they didn't even have a breathing room anymore.

And, with the giant closing in on them, their end was near as well...

They did not know what was going to happen to them anymore. They did not know how they were supposed to get out of this shit ass mess, especially when their demise was standing right before them.

"Miss... Eva... augh!"

Tim had done all that he could. More than what he could, actually.

His Mana had burned out in the first few moments they dropped in this place, and since then, he had been burning his own abnormally abundant life force.

He had never thought there would come a day when he would see his life force draining away completely, that there would come a time he would be on the doors to what he had always longed for.

"Mister Tim! D-don't speak! Try... try breathing! Slow... slow breathing!"

"Ha... haha... don't... don't cry, miss-, augh!"

His blood was blue, with marks of divine gold within it. And this was perhaps the last few drops of it he was going to cough today.

"What do you mean don't cry! Why did you do this...! Why did you even come here?!"

Toska. A word that perhaps represented his current situation perfectly.

"...I... do... I do not know."

He looked in her eyes, with an immense ache for nothing and everything at all at the same time. A kind of anguish that comes from the bottom of his heart that he thought had stopped beating a long time ago...

He already had a close relationship with tens of ladies of their school, he had been with an unknown number of women throughout his life, he liked being with the ladies and doing fun things since those were the only thing that gave his meaningless life some kind of a meaning... or so he had thought until he saw her under that tree on that fine afternoon.

He did not understand how she was different from everyone else.

He did not know why he was so infatuated by her way of handling herself.

He knew nothing about why he even jumped in that sudden dungeon break and burned his entire lifespan for someone he knew he could never have...

But, perhaps, it was all for this moment.

"Please... Live... Eva..."

He saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Thanks to her, he was finally breathing his last breaths.

"No! No no no!"

It was short, but he got to spend a few good moments with her. See her pretty smile, see the deep sadness in her eyes.

There was something about that sadness, that pain, that burden she carried in her heart.

Instead of being a weakness, those past feelings made her strong.

So strong that, even his charms did not work on her.

"Mister Tim...!"

Well, at least, he made her cry for him.

That much was a great accomplishment, perhaps...