Chương 13: Fucking Done With Everything

Waking up the next day to a strange green woman staring down at him was by far, the strangest thing that had happened to Malik even with everything else.

He blinked up at the silent woman who stared back at him without saying a word, before glancing at his window. Sky was still a light blue, the sun hadn't risen, which meant that thanks to this freakish woman, he'd only slept for four hours.

"Back off," he said sleepily, turning back to the woman with his blank stare. She didn't respond, continuing to look down at him.

"Interesting."

He knew that voice. Vaguely and it was less painful than back in the gate, but he knew that echoing, powerful voice.

It made him sit up in a hurry, clutching the side of his head with tightly closed eyes as a single pang of pain coursed through his skull.

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked up at the overly tall woman who stood beside his bed, leaning in close to his face with a curious expression on hers.

And she was naked. He'd only just realized, making him actively focus on her glowing green eyes that were starting to freak him out due to her not blinking.

Green eyes…kind of like his new ones.

"You're a god." It was pretty much a fact and a wild guess all in one, her domineering presence making it known as well as the fact that everything seemed to have stood still as soon as she'd appeared. It had been more than five minutes since he'd woken up, yet the bedside clock had not changed time for even a single one.

Plus the plants that been growing rapidly from around her feet were a good indicator that at the very least, she wasn't a normal person.

The green skin and her casually walking around naked also helped but she could've just been crazy.

She finally blinked at his question, only once. Malik leaned his head back when she leaned closer, curiosity shining on her otherwise impassive face.

"…Who are you?" he finally got around to asking, not once having heard of a deity that looked anything like her.

She was so fucking tall. Taller than any man Malik had ever met. A curvy, slim physique with long, curly green hair. Her eyes sometimes shifted from ocean blue to moss green and her greenish-brown skin made him think of a moss covered ground.

She looked like the earth itself in female form.

His question seemed to confuse her though, her eyebrows knitting together and her head tilted to the side.

It was like she was telling him it was obvious but it wasn't like Malik had a fucking encyclopedia of deities in his head. Before the cataclysm, many had their own beliefs and thoughts on deities and spirits. Who the hell could've known they came in the millions?

"I had thought you were smart," she spoke again, Malik flinching slightly but slowly getting used to her godly presence.

"That was your first mistake, ma'am," he said, starting to get a little annoyed with how close to his face she was. "Can you actually back off?"

"Why? I must look into you."

Before he could've even responded properly to her words, she'd taken hold of his face and pressed their foreheads together, staring straight into Malik's eyes.

Her own greenish-blue eyes began to glow until the green was all one could've seen and Malik felt his head begin to ache all over again.

It began to hurt more and more and at some point, he wanted to scream in pain, but before he could've, she'd stopped, leaving him reeling from whatever she had just done to him.

"It is setting in nicely." He wasn't listening to her anymore, grabbing the small trash can beside his bed and unloading stomach acid and water into it as he threw up. "The powers in you are made to grow like that of a sapling. The faes chose a host well."

"Just what the actual fuck," Malik started as he panted over the trash can in his arms, glaring at the calm deity. "Just what the actual fuck is going on?"

"You have been chosen."

I do not like the sound of that.

"Well unchoose," was his blunt reply, the inside of his mouth tasting like bile as he wiped his lips.

"I have not even said what you've been chosen for."

"And I don't care, ma'am. Unchoose. Now."

She looked down at him from the foot of the bed, head tilted slightly. She was confused yet again.

"That is not possible. I cannot give those powers to another."

Fuck me, he thought as he used the heels of his hands to rub his stinging eyes.

"Then you've wasted that chance. I ain't doing shit," he said with a tired sigh.

He shouldn't have done that raid. He really shouldn't have done that fucking raid.

Now there was his family back in his life against his will, an association hound on his ass, and he had to deal with a nudist goddess whose very presence was making his head hurt.

Yet he still had no fucking idea what was going on.

To think that he'd even thought of taking a nap in that fucking gate.

He blinked once and she was suddenly on top of him. Her calm expression had suddenly turned cold as his hospital room began to fill with plants of different kinds and fauna, a slight rumble occurring within the room like a mini earthquake.

She looked down at him like a predator would look down at their prey.

"You do not have a choice," she had said coolly, her voice echoing in his mind. "My Blessing is in you. You are the one to have awoken me. You are the one the faes were able to bring to me. We cannot wait for you to die and another to find my tree. This realm does not have the time."

Malik blinked up at her, not fully understanding her words. Her very presence was making it so hard for him to think and the different events happening all at once in his room was making him dizzy.

"…" She looked up to the ceiling and Malik was a little surprised when he heard her click her tongue in annoyance, that and her silent anger being the only other emotions he'd seen from her so far. "I must leave."

She vanished off the bed and appeared in front of the window.

"Get better soon. I shall return when you heal."

"Wait!" he tried to call her back but just like before, he blinked and she was gone, and time had started all over again.

Malik glanced around the room, no longer seeing plants across the floors and walls, no tremors and no naked green lady. It was dead silent, save for the soft ticking of the bedside table.

He'd just wanted to ask who the fuck she was.

He gently put the trash can back on the ground and drew his knees up to his chest, running his hands over his braided hair as he screamed into his lap.

Malik was fucking done with everything. Just what had his simple life become?

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