There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Torodeo Horin always started his day by drinking an herbal concoction made of 108 enzymes, and a pill of longevity created by ingredients found inside the dungeons.

And then he would take a walk around the garden of the main mansion, making sure the servants did their job of maintaining it. A good part of his morning would be spent watching his fish swimming in the pound, before he partook in a healthy breakfast.

Nothing was allowed to disturb him during his calm, meditative morning designed to keep him alive and active as long as possible. Thanks to him being an esper, he had a higher life expectancy than a normal human, making him stay active even in his ninety. But that was to be expected; he was esper after all, a superior being.

But still, he could feel his body wearing down bit by bit, and he loathed the feeling of a weaning power. Ah...if only he could get his hand on the power behind those blue eyes.

The power of a deity.

He was sure he could finally find a way to make him live longer; longer than anyone else from his generation. It was such a stroke of bad luck to have that person fall into the hands of the Mallarc and that darn Vaski brat who dismantled all of his power in Althrea. Because of them, his efforts to get that person always get thwarted. And everything happened just when he could no longer use that system to threaten Rexon.

All of this bad luck made his smooth, calm days filled with annoyance. He couldn’t even concentrate on his meditation; the ripples on the pond reminded him of all the disturbance caused by those lowly people.

And as if it wasn’t enough, his morning had to be further ruined by someone running through the garden and calling him loudly.

"Patriarch! Patriarch!"

Did these people not know he needed absolute calm in the morn--

"Patriarch, it’s urgent!" a clan member arrived behind him with loud, panting breath. "Some--someone ransacked the archive hall!"