The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat! - Chapter 100

Chapter 100: And she took her last breath and died Chapter 100: And she took her last breath and died Mark had no idea what being the unhinged king meant and he did not bother to find out about it either.

For one thing, he was confident that it was a bug in his system since no one had titles.

And for another, his behavior, as he knew quite well, had no relation to being unhinged.

Unless the system was trying to tell him he was the king of the mentally unstable, then it was definitely a bug.

Being an awakened didn’t mean he was a match to monsters, even if they were weaker than his class.

He had given in to his fate, so he was waiting for the monster to rip him to pieces.

But it never happened since he was saved just in time.

The agency arrived with a group of awakeneds, charged for the monster and killed it.

Mark wondered why the monster waited for him.

It had been so patiently staring at him, and he could not tell if it was because he saw him as weak, was mocking him, or because he saw something in him.

In any case, it was dead and he would never find out.

He wasn’t that curious anyway.

Mark did not die that day but rather became a highly praised awakened for awakening as an A-class.

But over time, he began to wonder if his class was bugged as well.

He took the reward money for finding the gate that day and headed to the hospital.

Since he didn’t die, there was still hope for his grandmother to be well again.

With that money, he would hire the best doctors.

But it was too late.

His grandmother could no longer be saved.

At that time, an elixir or the alchemy guild had not been discovered.

And even if they had, it wasn’t like they could reverse the years and make her younger again.

The reason his grandmother fell sick was because she had grown old.

She knew it but did not want to tell him.

She knew she was dying of old age and not just because she was sick.

She felt guilty for letting her grandson work so hard to pay for a treatment that would yield nothing in the end but she could not stop him either.

She hoped with this, he would know how to work hard and take care of himself even if she were no longer around.

As Mark took the hand of his slowly leaving grandmother and listened to her last words, he wondered, ‘What am I doing after all?

I should be dead.’ A tear rolled down his indifferent yet sorrowful face and he closed his eyes.

He didn’t die even when he waited for death and instead, he had to watch his grandmother die.

It was painful.

He hated to admit it, but he wished he had died first, and that way, he wouldn’t feel anything when his grandmother eventually died.

He knew she was dying of old age sickness but he never wanted to admit it.

He wanted to be stubborn till the end and hoped to find a way to prolong her life, even if it was by a year or two.

He wanted…

His grandmother had told him, ‘Take responsibility for the people whom you are responsible for.

Even if you can’t afford it, even if you are not strong enough, you need to remember the trust they have in you.

And if you break that trust, what do you stand to gain?

And also wonder, what do you stand to lose?’ Her words sounded like an old lady preaching, so he never paid heed to them.

But now, on her deathbed, she said, “Take response-sibility…

For those…” She heaved, causing him even more pain.

“…whom you are…

Response…

Responsible…

*Cough* F-for!” And she took her last breath and died.

Mark worked hard, despite having no conviction in his life.

He met different people but never worked on the battlefield since he had no motivation to kill monsters.

He worked at the facility that housed awakened criminals.

If it was that much, he could do that.

And he got paid well so he was okay.

They tried to push him into raids but after seeing his poor performance, they let him be.

Whether he was doing it on purpose or not…

It just showed that he held no interest and would lead people to their deaths instead of saving them.

Mark was regarded as an A-class who was as useless as an F-class, having no skills, no conviction, and no talent, but he remained indifferent about it.

He met a lot of criminals and showed his indifference either way.

He was apathetic, and still no signs of his system-given title, ‘unhinged king’ if ever that was relevant, to begin with.

He decided not to care about it a long time ago so that was what he was doing.

A lot of people were put under his care, but he still did not understand the notion, ‘Take responsibility for the people you are responsible for’ not until he met ‘her’.

That was the first time he understood a bit of that notion but as he was trying to understand it more, she went on a raid into a red gate and never came back.

She was just a passerby in his life and did not stay long, so he was back to where he started.

Maybe it was because he did not understand people, he did not understand their motive for living.

Maybe it was because everyone thought differently than he did.

If he started understanding other people, would he be able to take responsibility?

He wondered.

‘What is your motive for living when you have nothing to live for?’ If he was asked that question during that time of his life, he would simply answer, ‘Because I am alive.

I am living even if I have nothing to live for because I am alive.

If ever I am to die, I will not fight it.’ He just wanted to end the day’s work and get home.

Eat a nice meal, take a shower, and then go to bed, only to start the process the next day all over again and end up on his bed.

It was like that for a long time.

His job was peaceful.

Very, very peaceful.

Until Alice showed up.

The girl who had nothing to live for.

He, who had nothing to live for, was actually moved when listening to this young girl say she had nothing to live for, speak about death causally, and have no sense of dignity or respect for herself.

He was usually indifferent, yet in front of her, he somehow found…

Purpose.

He decided to take responsibility, knowing Alice was in the building behind him and that there was no one strong enough to take on the monster that could pull the entire place to the ground in seconds.

He wasn’t trying to play the hero.

He was just trying to take responsibility, yet he was still so weak from an A-class.

At this point, if he is asked the question again, ‘What is your motive for living when you have nothing to live for?’ The first thing that would come to his mind would be Alice’s smile.

The carefree and reckless smile she had while standing on top of a monster’s corpse while her hair blew in the wind and the moon shone beautifully behind her.

‘I do have something to live for.

I am living because Alice is alive.

And so long as she is still breathing, I will continue living and make sure, with all I have, that she does not lose her smile.’ (Congratulations, we have reached the 100th chapter.

I’m feeling so emotional because of it.

Can you see my tears?

Can you?

Nope, no tears.

Just joy and joy and joy!

Hope to see you when we hit 200 chapters as well.

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