Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 307 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 44

On the other side, Mosen Cain soon arrived at the tower, and just as when he left, the place had not changed at all.

As I climbed the stairs and got closer to the top floor, my mindset, which hadn't changed in years, suddenly became a little tense.

The massive golden cross still stands inside the tower, its pale golden halo both holy and dangerous.

He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the cross, bowed his head reverently, and cried out, "Revered God, Morsengain begs for your guidance."

Over the past few thousand years, he had only come to God for help three times. But the first two times, God responded much more slowly than this time. This time, however, almost as soon as he finished speaking, holy light appeared before his eyes, and the hazy image of God appeared before him.

“Revered God.” Morsen Cain bowed to him, but was interrupted by the god before he could speak.

"The problem is unsolvable; you don't need to come back."

A faint, ethereal, and divine voice slowly rose, solemn and earnest, without the slightest impatience, yet the words it spoke were so concise, straightforward, and despairing.

The gods could anticipate the question he was going to ask, so Morsen Cain was not surprised. However, he was very dissatisfied with his seemingly nonchalant answer. "My child's memory is severely deteriorating, and all I want is to cure my child. I have no other desires. Why won't you tell me?"

The gods are all-powerful. The things he asked for the previous two times were much more difficult than this time, but the gods solved them all in the time it took to say a word.

So he thought he could do it this time too, but all he heard was, "I can't save them, and I shouldn't save them."

Mosen Cain couldn't understand, "You can save the world, why can't you save my child?"

The deity's voice was somewhat cold, unwilling to explain further. "There aren't that many whys. Besides... haven't you seen enough things in this world that are beyond your control?"

After that, the god remained silent for a long time. Morsen Cain thought he had left out of impatience, but when he looked up, he saw that the god was also motionless, as if in a daze.

Even though he couldn't see his expression clearly, Mosen Cain could sense the sadness.

Can God also feel sadness?

The towering, virtual divine figure in mid-air slowly became transparent. He was leaving. Morsen Cain's eyes widened. "Please, you can't leave!"

"It's no use coming to me. You should spend more time with him."

After all, his time is running out.

His divine sense transmitted Morsen Cain's expression and emotions to his body. He could clearly sense the despair of this father, just like he had felt back then.

Fate is cruel. The strongest being in this world, who protected the entire vampire clan and saved countless lives, couldn't even protect a child at the height of his power.

God is gone, leaving only the words "spend more time with the children." What was once considered a difficult problem for Zhao Zhao, which has now become a terminal illness, is now a serious concern.

Mosen Cain stood quietly by the tower window, gazing at the bustling human race under the sunlight and the unseen vampires deep in the dark forest. For the first time, his lifeless blood-red eyes felt lost.

The youngest son's memory decline came suddenly, as if it were divine punishment.

Why must divine punishment fall upon a child who knows nothing?

……

Back in the castle, with his abilities, it was only a moment before he stepped onto the soft carpet and arrived at his youngest son's room. Inside, the cub's cheerful, bell-like laughter softened the cold, hard expression on Morsen Cain's face outside the door.

It was already winter, and Morsen Cain waited outside until the chill dissipated before entering the room.

Inside, Asher was still by Zhao Zhao's side. The entire room was carpeted, and he lay lazily on his side in front of Zhao Zhao, propping his head up and watching the cub play with doting eyes.

Zhao Zhao's toys are diverse and strangely shaped. Occasionally, a larger toy might accidentally poke Asher's face or hit his body, but his expression remains completely unchanged. His good temper is almost as if he has been possessed.

In front of Zhao Zhao, Asher hides his wicked side, puts on his gentlest smile, does the most childish things, maintains the most patient temperament, and tries his best to be a good older brother.

"Father, you're back."

Upon catching sight of his father, Asher immediately stood up and respectfully greeted him.

Mosen Cain gave a casual reply, his gaze fixed on Zhao Zhao. The carpet was covered with toys, and although he was careful not to step on any, the cub still warned him.

"Hey, you! Don't step on my toys."