Can We Become a Family?

Chapter 50

Feeling the passage of time was a considerable struggle for Lark, an infinite regressor.

He forgot how many times he returned.

He couldn’t remember how many thousands or ten thousands of years he lived.

It was no coincidence that he became a returnee.

The Eseled family was absorbed in Magic to the extent that they were nicknamed “law.”
(T/N: Refer to chapter 8)

They sought strength.

Complete strength, beyond human limits.

So, they remodeled humans.

They succeeded.

So they tried to do more.

They succeeded again.

Ahh, human beings are perfect for experiments!

Eseled’s wizards continued to experiment and experiment.

Data was accumulated. The growth curve became gentle. And at some point, the graph line drew, became straight.

Growth stopped.

Eseled was disappointed when there was a limit to human growth.

Ahh… humans are boring.

So this time, they brought a different force.

The power of the ‘External Gods.’

They failed.

They experimented more.

They failed again.

What’s the problem?

Is it because the human body consists of bones, muscles, flesh, and blood, so the outer skin is weak?

No, the problem is the system that absorbs mana.

“This seems to be the limit of the species.”

They began to seek a more brutal solution.

“Ah. Found it.”

The leaders, including the former head of Eseled, were filled with joy when they completed the theory of creating a perfect “human weapon” in their generation.

“Let’s bring the power of God from the prenatal stage. From the human stage.”

Human beings made up of the power of God, is that itself not perfect?

They selected the necessary experimental materials.

“Do you know that a person down with silver hair has a special trait?”

“Oh, really?”

“As a result of an experiment, silver hair accepts ‘abilities’ better than others.’

“Then sliver hair would be good for the ‘mother’s body.'”

They introduced a woman with silver hair as the wife of the Lord.

And the previous Duke of Eseled conceived his wife with the power of the external God.

“Success!”

The long-standing homework-like experiment of the Eseled family finally succeeded.

They happily named the child when it was born.

Lark Eseled.

It was the name of the boy who would become their great weapon in the future and swallow up this world.

“Lark, listening to your Father well is your role.”

They raised a monster called Lark in various ways.

They put strong mental control on Lark and turned him into their hunting dog.

But they didn’t know.

They didn’t know there would be a ‘regress’ to the power of the external Gods planted in Lark.

Lark repeatedly returned and broke the brainwashing with a powerful force.

And like himself, he tried to save his mother, who was never an experimenter.

“Who’s your mother? You monster!”

However, his mother went crazy from the moment she conceived with the power of God.

“Die, you monster! You’re the one who ruined me. You…!”

His mother eventually committed suicide.

“Bring mother back! If you made me, that much should be possible!”

His father laughed.

“Did the broken glass stick to you?”

Lark regressed dozens and hundreds of times.

There will be a way. I just haven’t found it yet, but there must be a way to bring Mother back.

He looked through the world. He tried to mobilize his capabilities.

But he couldn’t bring her back.

Since the beginning was before Lark was born, it was impossible to go back to that time.

It was only after a thousand regresses that Lark admitted it.

The fact that saving his mother is impossible with his ability.

After that, as soon as he regressed, he directly extinguished her life so that she could die without pain.

He punished the humans of Eseled and burned their research.

He focused on benefitting the world with his strength.

Like a struggle to wash away the sin, it was effective at first.

He regained vitality, punished corruption, and was respected by everyone.

Then there was a traitor.

One who was a colleague for dozens of his returns, one who was his disciple during hundreds of his returns, for thousands of his returns, one who was…

Lark went crazy.

He saw the world broken, and he saw it as an endless place even with death.

There was a time when he wanted to be a normal human being. But it was impossible to pour out countless of lives.

Because the basis of Lark was the power of the external Gods.

He reverted to a child who refuses to die and had to be cursed continuously bu his mother who had gone crazy.

Hope had become despair.

Despair had became boredom.

Lark died and survived countless of times, and he’s watched death even more.

Something was worn out, forgotten, and gone. finally completely twisted.

He became a complete monster.

Rip!

Lark lowered his gaze and looked at his arm.

Red cracks appeared through his sleeves and disappeared.

The body that was reaching its limits of retention was breaking.

Before his body reached the age of 31, a huge crack always occurred, and he died. And then, the regression began again.

Lark muttered.

“Is it time to go back?”

That was the reason why Navia was allowed a year. Everything will disappear afterwards anyway.

Lark killed time blankly. Then he suddenly thought.

‘Now that I think about it, it isn’t boring.’

Like it was breathing, his thoughts were always ‘boring.’

Since he repeated the same life countless of times, there was no human he didn’t know. There were no incidents he did’t know, and there were no plans he didn’t know.

Everything was cliché and boring.

However, the annoyance soared from yesterday, but it was not boring.

It’s probably because of that child. The child with an unknown face.

He spoke unconsciously.

“Navia.”

It was the name of the white flame that entered his territory.

Rip!

At that time, a red and gold split appeared up to his cheek along the spine.

The sensation of the pharynx, which would make even cold water boil at once, made him groan repeatedly.

Why does pain not develop resistance?

Lark picked up a medicine bottle and inhaled a liquid concentrated with anesthetics. Curses came flowing out after.

“Sh*t…”

He jumped up and nervously threw the medicine bottle.

Shatter!

The medicine bottle hit the whole body mirror and broke. The mirror was also split into several pieces.

As he got closer, he saw himself in the broken mirror.

The clear red and gold fluctuated like magma. Like the broken mirror, his body was cracked.

It was not a mark that remained anyway, it is a trace that will soon disappear, but the faint warning remained on his body for a while.

‘How much time is left?’

In order to live longer in this life, he was using all kinds of methods to maintain his body, such as anesthetics.

He was holding out, but he couldn’t guarantee everything because he had been forced to lose his breath.

It was his time limit.

He went back to the sofa and lay down. The black ceiling filled his view like darkness.

The Duchy was always black.

Lark made everything black with magic.

The darkness became familiar.

He became accustomed to continue to die and revive, and the fact that he is a monster. However, it was always painful to have to like a lifetime without dying forever.

He want’s to die.

That is Lark’s wish.

What will happen to the child named Navia at the end of this life?

Lark only kept people he chose by his side.

Only humans who could be controlled and will never betray him even after tens of thousands of lives, those allowed to enter the third floor.

The doctor, Minerva Hart.

The general manager, Margaret Romanoff.

The assistant, Suleiman Zenegar.

The commander of the knights, Nero Sylus.

And…

In addition, access was strictly controlled.

In fact, there was nothing to control.