Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 314 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 51 (The End)

"Zhao, I still want you to stay."

"I think we really need to give it a try. After all, how can we expect results if we don't even try?"

The words of God had an inexplicably ethereal tone, which sounded rather melancholic, losing some of their loftiness and gaining more of a down-to-earth quality.

God was swayed by emotions, dragged down to the mortal realm, and entangled in their affairs.

Zhao Zhao was completely bewildered, caught between the profound god and the powerful Morsen Cain.

[Host, they don't want you to leave this world!]

The virtual system in his mind was furious. Its power to log out of the world had become completely useless since that god appeared.

Ruined!

[Host, you can't stay here, or you'll die.]

It is a true demise in the sense of the soul. The characters in the small world do not understand the rules, and their attempt to force Zhaozhao to stay does not mean that they do not understand this matter.

Zhao Zhao's mission is simply to complete the task, and he must leave after completing it. This is the rule, and it cannot be violated. Too many people have died in the past for violating it, and he does not want such a bloody accident to happen to his host.

[Host, stop spacing out! If you really can't manage, just beg them to let you go!]

Mosen Cain may not know Zhao Zhao's true identity, but God probably guessed it, and the system also roughly guessed God's identity.

Ha, they neglect their own divine realm and come to another world to meddle in the affairs of mortals. They're really just wasting their time.

The blurry, golden figure of the god drew closer, and at the same time, Morsen Cain tightened his grip on him, blood seeping from his already injured wounds, staining his bright white robes crimson.

"Zhaozhao, stay."

God reached out to him and offered advice. At the same time, the system that had been chattering in his mind seemed to be silenced and could no longer utter a word. Zhao Zhao's mind became much clearer in an instant.

"Hilgarven, stay."

His father also asked him to stay.

Zhao Zhao asked, puzzled, "But why should I stay? I should go."

He has completed his mission and is indeed leaving.

That single, utterly unwavering remark made the two freeze in their tracks. Morsen Cain's voice trembled slightly, "Aren't we worth your staying?"

"You? Who are you?"

He has amnesia, and is gradually turning into a complete idiot.

His eyes were filled with grievance, and he couldn't stop complaining, "I don't like this world."

Actually, what he disliked was merely the defect of amnesia, but what he ultimately blurted out was this sentence.

God had been watching Zhao Zhao's expression closely. Seeing that he was truly unwilling, God smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that we were just being presumptuous."

"You know I've never liked forcing you."

Sensing that the two were slightly less alert, the talking system began to advise Zhaozhao again, "Quick, cry a couple more times, and they'll definitely let you go!"

Zhao Zhao subconsciously followed the system's instructions, pouted, and looked up to see the god beside him very close. "Zhao, look at me again."

Zhao Zhao looked up, and the misty feeling disappeared, revealing a holy and jade-like handsome face before him. "This is the last time you'll see me. Cherish it while you can."

As he spoke, his figure slowly faded and gradually disappeared.

God is gone.

The god whom Mosen Cain had summoned after so much hardship and suffering over such a long period of time has departed.

"Ha, Hilgavin, is this a destined but unfulfilled love?"

Mosen Cain crouched down, his straight back slightly bent. Sadly, Zhao Zhao stood opposite him, her eyes still filled with unfamiliarity.

[Host, your time has come. It's time to leave this world.]

"it is good."

As Zhao Zhao nodded, his life force slowly dissipated. At the same time, as if in a final burst of energy, he suddenly recognized the person in front of him again.

Zhao Zhao's indifferent gaze turned to sorrow again, and memories flooded back like a tide. Her heartache and helplessness could only be summed up in one word: "Father."

“...Hilgarven!”

Mosen Cain looked up abruptly, and then saw Zhao Zhao fall towards him unexpectedly.

“…Hilgarven, you finally remembered me.” A tear mixed with blood from her face fell at the corner of Zhao Zhao’s eye and slowly dried.

Life is unpredictable, but there are still patterns to follow.

How fortunate I am to be remembered by you at the end of my life, yet how unfortunate that happiness was so short-lived.

From God, he had learned about his youngest son's extraordinary identity, about the so-called system, and that his son's amnesia seemed to be caused by the system.

He and God had even discussed how to remove the system and keep Zhao Zhao, but in the end they gave up because of a simple "I don't like this world." Neither of them wanted to keep Zhao Zhao despite his wishes.

And just as the prophecy of God had foretold, in the 4,510th year of the vampire rule, the sixth son of the progenitor, Hilgarven, died in the winter of that year.

……

After her death, Zhao Zhao was given a grand burial in the royal tomb, where she lay in the golden coffin. Many vampires attended the funeral, as did a considerable number of humans.

They said they were very grateful for His Highness the Young Prince's continued care for the human people.

Afterwards, Zhao Zhao's proposed benevolent policies were fully implemented, and even after Morsen Cain died and Evan Norlin came to power, they were still carried out.

……

Am I the weakest son of the progenitor of the vampire clan? (The End)