Genetic Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 71: Gamble

Sean’s lips spurted blood, his gaze turning downward, to see a small earth spike embedded in his stomach.

At the last second, Malek had used an earth spike to impale himself, which jutted out of his back, and pierced deep into Sean’s tummy.

Sean’s arms released around Malek’s neck, dropping the corpse to hang off the spike, while he coughed another mouthful of blood.

For some reason, his death sense was unresponsive, and even he himself felt dull... It was as though all sounds had vanished from the background, and the world had simply been confined to just him, the spike, and the corpse before him.

He coughed again, blood trickling down his lips, now with a mixture of his saliva.

He didn’t need his death sense to tell him... He knew what was happening. He was dying.

’Is this it?’

The thought suddenly appeared in his head, and for some seconds that stretched till infinity, he felt solace and comfort in just that thought.

After all, he had tried hadn’t he?

He had pushed himself on and on, striving towards a goal he wasn’t sure he could achieve... But he did try.

Even without having a cheat like Thorne, or a deep wealth of training like Seraphina, Blaze and Emma, or a mysterious background with mysterious abilities like Victor, or one like Malek’s... He had still come far... Far enough that ultimately, it could be said that he was undefeatable amongst them all.

He had been transmigrated to this world out if his own volition, and was only pushing himself to go back home... Wasn’t it better to just give up?

After all, even though he had kept trying to convince himself against it, even to the point, where he had subconsciously told his psyche to erase that possibility from his mind... He knew they were most likely dead.

If he died now, wouldn’t he meet them on the other side? He’d see his father’s smile again, hear his brother’s laughter, even see her again after five years, when his recklessness had compromised her life.

Wasn’t it better to give up? Rather than pushing and urging himself on, with his delusional dream of going back to them... No, he needed to stop lying to himself, he was already dying anyway, was there any need to die with this delusion?

His dream, his true goal, was to bring them back!

It was stupid, it was irrational... But this world had powers, abilities, mana!

Things he had only read about in fiction. He didn’t care that this could be a different world... After all, did he not come here from another world, if he was strong enough, who’s to say he couldn’t bring a person from another world back to life, and bring them here.

He wanted to see his mother again, to say he was sorry, and to show her all the smiles she usually joked that he didn’t show much off, to give her all the love he had locked away when the world turned cold in her absence.

He wanted to make it up to her, while she was living... Not in death! Who knew what was after death? Was there even an existence after one? Would they be reincarnated? Would they have their memories? Would they even see each other again on the other side?

So many questions.

But even he knew it was all delusions. The powers he awakened, his abilities... His affinities, none could even theoretically bring a person back to life.

His terrifying death affinity that seemed to rock Malek, was just as its name suggested... death!

It took life, not give it. It didn’t reanimate people, just like it didn’t reincarnate them... At least to an extent. If reincarnation existed, then it only pushed them towards it... It never called them back.

His lightning was destruction. It was judgement. It did not do silly things like striking somebody and suddenly giving them super abilities, like one fictional character from Earth. On the contrary, it worked well... Hand in hand with his death affinity.

Their surprising synergy which he still didn’t understand, was what had made his lightning turn red.

His unknown affinity — the one related to shadows, which he still didn’t know what it was, didn’t suggest it could give life either.

If anything, the best it could do was create screaming shadows like Victor’s, just like the best of reanimation his death affinity could do, would probably be necromancy.

His water affinity which had healing properties, able to soak and open up his pores to the natural healing energy of the world, boosting his vampire gene regeneration, and recovering his mana. It was the little flicker of hope that had made him believe it was possible.

Maybe when he was strong enough, by some methods he couldn’t even dream of, he could bring them back to life again.... The real them, not clones.

But even that notion seemed to be laughing at his face now.

"Dammit!" He cursed aloud as his life continuously slipped from his grasp, slowly and painfully.

The ball of water heavily dense with mana that was running over the hole in his stomach, proved completely useless at this point. Its healing was so weak now, that it was laughable.

Even with his enhanced regeneration, it didn’t seem like he would survive. He was most likely to die before the wound sealed closed, especially since he was weak now... almost entirely drained of nutrition.

His eyes shifted to Malek’s corpse, and something clicked in the slowly dying brain.

Would Malek really sacrifice his life just to kill him?

He couldn’t understand how a person would do that. And although Malek had definitely wanted to kill him, he didn’t believe it was at the cost of his life.

If it had been Victor who made such a sacrifice, he could understand that. After all, Victor’s role was to kill Sean Storme. Malek’s, was simply to retrieve Victor, and drop the homunculus in his place.

Perhaps it could just be his delusion urging him on again, but if he was to be honest with himself, he really didn’t want to die.

His weak hands roamed Malek’s body, particularly, the black utility belt wrapped around the now dead man’s waist.

There were a lot of small cylindrical flasks, the size of small test tubes, tucked into a utility pocket of the belt, and the moment he touched them, his dormant death sense finally seemed to wake up like a phoenix cry.

He used its warning signals as a means to ironically, detect the one least harmful to him, and ended up with three.

The three of them had three different colors, and without wasting even a second to try the pointless guessing game of which would heal him and which wouldn’t... he uncorked them one after the other, quickly consuming their contents.