After defeating the strongest conjurer, I lost my horse

Chapter 31 The First Day of Becoming a Conjurer

That was his memory after he sealed the Asura Ghost Prison. It all started with a heavy snowfall.

The mountain fire burned for three days and three nights, and the raging fire burned the whole mountain into a wasteland.

As a god, his body sank into Shura's ghost prison. His soul should have followed the way of heaven and reincarnated, but he couldn't leave this miasma-ravaged mountain.

"It turned out to be a curse."

He looked at the curse pattern that was reflected in the stream, climbing on his back like a poisonous snake.

It was a curse condensed by human greed and fear, and the purpose was to keep him from leaving here forever.

He was forced to stay in the mountains, and his shrine was burned in the wildfire, leaving only a black wreckage of the dilapidated wooden house.

The mountains are permeated with miasma all the year round, let alone humans, even animals cannot survive in such a place.

He has no one to enshrine and no one to worship him. Rather than saying that he is the consciousness left by the gods in the world, it is better to say that he is a lonely ghost with nowhere to go.

He wasn't resentful, he was just dazed.

God is an existence that is needed by human beings and born from the powerful desire and prayer of human beings.

He has completed all his missions, and the land no longer needs him, and the gods who are not needed have no value in existence.

So he became a homeless undead wandering in this mountain.

Because the miasma is pervasive all the year round, there is no grass growing here and everything is desolate, and time seems to have lost its traces here.

Every day, every day, he sits on the tallest black vertebral tree and watches the sunrise and sunset repeatedly. Loneliness has become a bondage more terrible than a curse.

Until one day, someone broke into the mountain.

He sat on the tree and watched the young man under the tree wearing a dark blue feather weave and wearing a helmet walking towards him step by step, and finally stopped in front of him.

"Are you the god here?" The other party raised his head.

The blue pupils are his eyes that were taken away from him.

It turned out to be a conjurer.He casually looked away, not wanting to say anything more to the other party.

"Can't you tell me?" As if he didn't notice his indifference at all, the young man talked beside him, his voice was unique to young men, "I heard that there is a god in this mountain, it must be you .”

"I'm nothing more than the consciousness of a dead god that remains in the world," he remembered saying, and his feelings at the time were simply perfunctory. "I used to be a god, but I'm not anymore."

"Because gods who are not needed have no meaning of existence."

"Then can I come here often in the future?" Ignoring his indifference, the young man walked around the tree with his hands behind his back, and then smiled and threw something wrapped in a handkerchief to him. Your gift!"

As he said that, he ran away on his own.

He opened the handkerchief, and inside it was a very rough wooden hairpin. It looked like it was made by someone who was not good at carving.

Did he carve it himself?Kannazuki took the wooden hairpin in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"It's not pretty at all." He said so, but put the wooden hairpin into his sleeve.

He knew that his current situation had something to do with that boy.

But maybe it's because he stayed here alone for too long, he didn't refuse the boy's approach, even though the boy had his eyes that were taken away from him.

What's more, it was the existence of this young man that he was trapped here.

But these are not important to him now.

He thought the other party was just a whim, but since then that boy has come to meet him every day.

Sometimes it's flowers, sometimes it's a painting. When the boy came to see him, he always prepared many small surprises. Gradually, he even looked forward to seeing him next time every day.

The last time he came to look for him, the boy was wounded.

He smiled and handed a beautiful brocade box to him, with a heavy texture, inside was a feather weaving painted with flowing clouds and cranes.

"I thought of you when I saw this haori for the first time." When the man said this, his eyes seemed to be full of melting stars.

"Can you allow me to put it on for you?" He got up and took the haori in his hand.

The texture is as smooth as silk, and the shadows of flowing clouds and cranes painted on the hem of the clothes have a lifelike beauty.

He nodded, and let the boy put the feathers on his shoulders. With such a careful movement, he could see the seriousness on the other's face and the unconcealable joy in his eyes as soon as he turned his head.

As a teenager, even the appearance of liking someone is straightforward and cute.

"My lord, do you want to go out and have a look?"

When he was about to leave, the young man suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes, and the look in his eyes seemed to be hiding something.

"I can't get out of here."

He was wearing a haori and sitting on a branch of Kuroshiki, not paying attention to what the other party said.

So much so that he didn't even see how affectionate the look in the boy's eyes was before he left.

Since that day, the boy has never appeared again.

He sat on the black vertebral tree and waited for a long time, but he did not wait for the familiar figure.

He thought it was the child who had forgotten him, after all human beings are inherently moody.

However, one day not long after, he found that the curse that had been imprisoning him had disappeared.

The power he had taken away was gradually returning to his body, and he could clearly sense that an ominous premonition was constantly approaching.

He wore the feather weave painted with flowing clouds and cranes down the mountain, and snowflakes flew all the way. This was probably the coldest winter in hundreds of years.

When passing a small path, he heard two people dressed as conjurers standing aside talking, words such as 'eyes' and 'execution' instantly attracted his attention.

"Haven't you heard that the eldest son of the Wutiao family is about to be executed?"

"You mean the conjurer with the strange six eyes?"

"It is said that he suffered from hysteria and was secretly executed by the family. Before he died, he talked nonsense, saying that his eyes were snatched from the gods to seek justice for the gods."

"Then what about his eyes? I remember that the ancestral spells of the Wutiao family can't be used without six eyes, but it takes hundreds of years for the Wutiao family to give birth to a child with six eyes."

"So someone in the Wutiao family plans to gouge out the eyes and transplant them to other children..."

……

He finally found the boy under the black vertebral tree that he often sat on.

Trembling and gently grabbing the hem of his clothes, the boy who lost his eyes handed him the bloody eyes in his hand, his voice was weak and hoarse.

"Master God, I have found a way to get you out of here." The boy trembled and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"This is your eye that was taken away by the conjurer of the Gojo family. As long as you take it back, you can leave here."

He rushed forward to catch the opponent's fallen body.

What the fingertips touched was a large swath of blood spreading.

"My lord, I'm afraid I'm going to die soon." The boy leaned against his arms, but there was no fear of death on his face.

"From now on, please live for yourself."

"Some things, I wanted to tell you from the first time I saw you, but now it seems that I have no chance."

"You can say whatever you want." Kannazuki Kage tremblingly hugged the gradually cold person in his arms.

He could guess what the boy in his arms wanted to say to him, because one person never lied when he looked at another person.

"Speak out."

No matter what it is, I am willing to accept it.

"Forget it." The person in his arms smiled slowly, and the blood just fell drop by drop along the end of his eyes.

"Wishes that cannot be fulfilled, spoken out will only become curses."

"You are the god of this land, and you love all the creatures on this land."

"It's too much to ask you to love me alone."

The angry man in his arms smiled carelessly, and stretched out his hand as if trying to wipe away the tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"I can't tie you to my side like those people."

Even though I used to admire you passionately like this.

The raised hand finally fell into the cold wind.

Snow stopped.

Kannazuki Kage sat motionless under the tree, the white-haired boy slowly stopped breathing in his arms.

The child used his own life and death as a price to erase the curse on him.

He looked down at the person in his arms who would never wake up again, tears flowed out of his eyes slowly, and the soreness in his heart was so painful that he couldn't speak for a moment.

It really snowed a lot that day.

He staggered and walked on the snow that was so pale that he could hardly tell his direction, his pale eyes made him dizzy.

He stumbled, the soles of his feet were bleeding, his blue fingers touched in the dry air, as if he wanted to reach out and grab something that was about to leave the world.

"Master God, do you know the love of human beings?" He still remembered the corners of the man's mouth slightly raised when he spoke.

The feathered weaving painted with flowing clouds and cranes fell on the pure white snow, and he looked up at the sky where the stars and moons could not be seen, feeling as if his heart was pierced by a knife.

"People will fall in love with another person wholeheartedly, live for each other, and then die hugging each other."

"It's okay, it's okay to go too far." He heard himself say this.

Curse me.

Curse me with the resentment you cannot love.

I am willing to bear this resentment from you.

It's better than watching you die in front of me with such a completely relieved attitude.

An invisible curse enveloped him at this moment, but the source of the curse was the persistence in his heart.

The law of heaven is fair, and there is a corresponding price to be paid for trying to change, so he sealed his power and his memory.

Time after time, repeated reincarnation, he was always looking for a way to free that child from the curse, but he just kept repeating the same mistakes, and kept watching that person fall into a tragic fate and die again and again.

Completely forgetting is a more terrible punishment than not loving.

The road he embarked on desperately has been hopeless from the beginning.

He knew that people were different from gods, and that person would never remember himself every time he was reincarnated.

But he still chose to go one after another.

Become his teacher, become his colleague, become his comrade-in-arms, and die for each other in the entanglement of fate time and time again.

Stupid, maybe.

The gods don't know what human love is like.

For him, love is sacrifice, protection, devotion, giving without asking for anything in return, and it is a lonely courage that belongs to one person.

He once devoted thousands of years to guarding this land.

And now, he wants to spend the rest of his time trying his best to love someone.

"I will be your god alone."

Kannazuki slowly woke up from the dream of memories.

Countless painful and sweet memories took root in his mind, and he remembered his past.

The light screen that originally looked like a system in his mind disappeared, and the Pink Rabbit who had been serving as customer service squatted quietly beside the bed, looking at him nervously with those round eyes.

"Whose fat rabbit is this?" Kannazuki smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Master Jing! I'm Ali!" Pink Rabbit jumped into his arms and rolled around, "You joked that the only followers of the shrine were foxes and koma dogs, the one who squatted at the gate of the shrine and cried for a long time It was me! You disappeared after sealing the Asura Ghost Prison, and it took me a lot of effort to find the consciousness you left behind."

"So you pretended to be a customer service and lied to me, didn't you?" Kannazuki gently pinched the soft rabbit ears.

"QAQ!"

"Hey, I'm just joking." Kannazuki mirrored the fat rabbit in his arms from head to toe, "Long time no see, Ari."

"Master Jing." Pink Rabbit cried in his arms with tears in his eyes, "Master, you have suffered."

"Okay, okay, don't cry." Kannazuki held Pink Rabbit in his arms and rubbed, "Although I really want to catch up with you, but I'm afraid it's not the time to be free to talk."

With years of experience as a follower behind his own god, Rabbit Ali noticed that something was a little bit wrong.

"My lord, are you referring to the curse spirit who framed you?"

"More than that." Kannazuki narrowed his eyes slightly, "That guy who has been plotting against others with his hands and feet since thousands of years ago, I have also disliked him for a long time."

"What's more, he also occupied my reincarnated body this time, and it seems that he wants to open the passage between Shura's ghost prison and the human world through this."

"But your current situation, my lord..."

"It's okay." Kannazuki said with relief in his eyes, "Anyway, we will meet again in the next life."

"To change your destiny, you have to pay a price."

He didn't feel how painful it was, because they were destined to meet each other in life after life.

Regardless of the outcome, a two-way process is enough.

"And what I have to do now is to help him remove those obstacles."

"After all, I'm his god alone."