Reborn into A Slash Game

Chapter 60 - All Because of This Cursed Place!

“Your mother.. is a god.”

Suo Fei was shocked by what Grantlyn said. The information was too much for him to handle.

God of Nature, Cindy?

Vixanne is the daughter of a god?So, Vixanne is also a god?

Wait. Suo Fei sorted out the chaos in his mind with difficulty. From what he remembered, a god had never appeared in Yalance.

The god that everyone talked about was the same as the god that the people on earth talked about. Nobody was capable of determining whether they existed or not.

Just like the god-bestowed Holy Tree and the artifacts of each race. All of them had a word related to ‘god’ but nobody truly knew their real origin.

They seemed to have been around ever since Yalance existed but nobody knew how it came to be.

The Celestials and the Demons were not the same as the commonly known Gods and Devils. In fact, they only represented a race. They were no different from the Humans, the Beastkins and the Dwarves.

It was just that their fighting abilities were slightly stronger. They weren’t even as good as humans in other aspects. For example, the Demons never had a sense of teamwork. Although the Celestials had unity, their total population was pitifully small. Moreover, they couldn’t reproduce. If one died, they would be one person less. It was only a matter of time for them to die out.

Such obvious advantages and disadvantages made it possible for several great races to live with them harmoniously. Although minor conflicts constantly occurred, it was difficult to wage large-scale wars that lead to the extermination of a race.

Not only because they had too many apprehensions about each other, but also because they were all evenly matched.

But now, Grantlyn was telling him that not only was there a god, but also that his mother was one. His mother’s father was also one...

After calming down a little, Suo Fei recalled what Grantlyn had said. At first, he thought that due to Grantlyn’s dissatisfaction with the Elven King and anger towards his own race, he said those words as a metaphor.

But now, he suddenly felt that Grantlyn meant his words literally.

The Elves had lost their explosive power, their strength, their robust body and their ability to communicate with nature. Grantlyn used the word ‘devour’. Could it be that they truly had been devoured?

Suo Fei calmed himself down and he turned towards Grantlyn as he spoke, “Even if Vixanne was a God, so what? She’s still dead. She left this world forever, and this is all caused by you.”

“No! It’s impossible for her to die from over-exhaustion from only using a teleportation array. You’re underestimating her too much!”

This didn’t come across Suo Fei’s mind. All of a sudden, the words that Manzy told him at the border of Valinor sounded clearly in his mind, ‘She was already seriously injured before using the forbidden technique...’

At that time, he was still reeling from the news of Vixanne’s death so he didn’t pay much heed to the words Manzy had said. After that, he also forgot about the matter.

But now, it abruptly appeared in his mind.

Indeed. If Vixanne was truly a god, she couldn’t have over-exhausted herself just because of a forbidden technique... But was she seriously injured?

Suo Fei tried hard to recall the time when he had just transmigrated into this world. The first thing he saw was Vixanne. At that time, he couldn’t tell anything strange about her. What did Vixanne tell him then?

Grantlyn’s voice suddenly woke him out of his trance, “Even if she didn’t use the forbidden technique, Vixanne would only have one month remaining...”

It was as if a thunder split his muddled memories open. He remembered Vixanne once saying to him, ‘Mother doesn’t want to confine you forever, I just hope that you don’t leave Valinor for a month after you reach adulthood, just one month.’

When he tried to remember Vixanne’s appearance at that time, he recalled her gentle smile, her silver eyes that were as soft as water... as well as the faint, well-concealed grief within them.

At that time, Vixanne already knew that she only had one month left, so she wanted Suo Fei to stay by her side.

Despite this, Suo Fei still glowered at Grantlyn, “Just because Vixanne didn’t have long to live, you could do as you please? Cut down the Holy Tree, forsake her, and leave her alone to bear the wrath of the whole Elven race? You knew that she was going to die but you still did that? Why didn’t you just kill her directly?”

Grantlyn was about to speak when Suo Fei interrupted him, “No matter what, it was you who drew her last straw. It was only a month. Why couldn’t you accompany her for just one month? Just because my rite of passage was a good opportunity? A good opportunity that you couldn’t miss?”

Suo Fei coldly snorted, “These are the gifts that you gave to your only son’s rite of passage: a mother’s death, a father’s betrayal, and a whole race to hunt him down.”

“Have you ever thought that your son might die?! Ah, of course you’ve thought about it. But so what if he died, right? You never cared, did you?”

After a bout of scornful rebuke, Suo Fei managed to vent out all of his pent-up anger towards Grantlyn, but in fact, he didn’t hate Grantlyn that much since he wasn’t related to Grantlyn in any way. Grantlyn could do anything to him.

He merely felt disappointed at Grantlyn’s actions. What kind of person would do those things, all the more in such a self-righteous manner?

Grantlyn’s face became cold after being rebuked. He stepped forward and grabbed Suo Fei’s collar. His eyes were red as he spoke, “What do you know?”

Suo Fei didn’t cower. He directly looked at him face to face with unblinking eyes. He felt unreconciled for Vixanne and pity towards Sofey Evans. Such a selfish father!

The father and son confronted each other this way.

After a long while, Grantlyn spoke, “If I didn’t do this, it’s not only her that would die. You will die, I will die, our entire Elven race will eventually die!”

Suo Fei didn’t utter a word but his eyes were filled with distrust.

“I’ve already said it. We’re in extreme danger. Don’t be deceived by the current fake tranquility,” He then pointed towards the picture scrolls, “How do you think they died? How do you think Cindy died? And your mother!”

“When Cindy died, you had just been born. Your mother and I searched all over Yalance but we were still unable to bring him back to life. He is the God of Nature, the god who represented us Elves. But he was unable to stop his life from being worn away. Gods should have eternal life but his vitality ran out!”

“I did all I could, but in the end, your mother and I could only watch him die! Then, these most powerful warriors who represented our race. Their powers dissipated and they deteriorated with age. They closely followed Cindy’s footsteps!”

“I watched all of this happen, but I was unable to do anything. These events didn’t take a mere short period of time. It took thousands of years! In the eyes of the Elven King, this was a matter of course. That they died a natural death. But that’s impossible! Us Elves could live for thousands of years. Those who are more powerful that managed to cultivate into a Demigod could even live forever. But now? Our strength is waning and our life span is being compressed!”

“Vixanne was our last god...” Grantlyn’s expression turned gloomy, “and her life also came to an end.”

“And all of this,” Grantlyn’s eyes sparked with boundless fury, “All of this is because of this cursed place! This cursed place that’s called Yalance! It is slowly devouring us, taking a long time to completely consume us!”

These words shocked Suo Fei.

Grantlyn waved his hand and the whole hall lit up.

Suo Fei realised that they had only been in a small corner. The ring-shaped hall was surrounded by countless picture scrolls.

There were not only the Elves. There were also Demons, Celestials, Humans, Beastkins... and many more.

Suo Fei had yet to look at each of them when Grantlyn’s voice rang out once again, “You’ve seen them before. In Salvag’s treasury, the imprisoned people are exactly these people who had disappeared. All of them were the souls of the deceased!”

Suo Fei suddenly thought of the seven people they met in the seven trials: a primeval demon that could summon beasts, an S-tier wood-class mage beastkin, a demon that used black magic, an S-tier assassin elf...

They were existences that didn’t conform with Yalance’s setting...

“It’s not only our race that’s dying out. The Demons had lost their black magic. The beastkins had lost their magic powers. The Celestials had even lost their ability to reproduce...”

Grantlyn seemed to have finally calmed down as his voice became softer. He looked at Suo Fei and said, “Fey, we don’t belong here. I only want to return to our homeland.”

Then, he spoke firmly, “We must leave this place.”

Suo Fei was stunned and was unable to collect his thoughts.

Grantlyn saw the confusion in Suo Fei’s eyes so he came closer and softly whispered, “Fey, I dare not say it for all the lives in this place, but I am devoted towards the Elven race. I can’t watch those who are important to me....”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Grantlyn was slightly startled by the interruption. He looked at Suo Fei and discovered that the initially confused gaze had become clear.

Suo Fei took a step back and calmly asked, “You had countless chances to tell me this and you had many more ways to stop me from ‘misunderstanding’ you.”

“But, you didn’t.” Suo Fei narrowed his eyes as he continued, “You only told me this after I revealed my unique ability.”

“Father,” Suo Fei’s tone was filled with sarcasm, “What’s your intention?”

“Tsk tsk... Grantlyn, your son is truly impressive.” A frivolous voice sounded in the air.

Suo Fei looked at the source of the sound, anger instantly bubbling up inside him upon seeing the person.

It was the unfamiliar man who had severely injured Samael.

The author has something to say: Cough, there’s no possibility of the scum dad being whitewashed.

The ultimate gong-daren is still on the way. 【Enough, you】

That... //smoothes hair// Since the ultimate gong is coming, will the smut be far behind...