Only God
Chapter 318 - 275: Conquering Death

Chapter 318: Chapter 275: Conquering Death

King Seleucus had finally, as he had long wished, met the legendary physician Carlo, dressed in his royal robes, holding his scepter, and wearing his crown. His regalia made him look like the most noble monarch in the world.

Carlo saw his fiery red hair and couldn’t help feeling a bit panicked. This was a descendant of the Divine!

The Divine Statues that received offerings day and night in the Temple were not just distant figures, but real and true beings. King Seleucus, being a Demigod, was one of the best proofs of that.

"Carlo, I have heard countless tales about you."

King Seleucus’s voice was not loud, but it filled the entire Palace with its authority.

In that small Kingdom where Carlo had been, she never lacked for experiences meeting with Kings. However, to compare any of those monarchs with King Seleucus would be an insult to him. Apart from having a much greater authority than his predecessors, he also possessed an air of deadly seriousness that came from being battle-hardened.

"Your Majesty, I deeply apologize. Over the years, I’ve heard your decree summoning me several times. However, in order not to disappoint Your Majesty, I have been desperately searching for the method to Eternal Life, and only now have I made adequate preparations to come to this magnificent Palace."

King Seleucus was very pleased with these words. It seemed that Carlo had not been simply refusing him, but was rather exhausting herself for his sake.

He slowly spoke,

"I understand you, Carlo. Here in the Palace, I have summoned countless extraordinary individuals, yet not one has been able to alleviate my worries.

Among them, there were those versed in the Ancient Language, sages from various places, who, after several unsuccessful attempts, advised me that the path to Eternal Life was arduous and obstructed. But I cannot accept coming away empty-handed."

Carlo lifted her head, maintaining her composure, and looked directly at King Seleucus,

"Your Majesty, I may not possess the insight into the truth like the wise men you have summoned, nor can I compare to those in your court who enjoy the Divine’s favor and perform Miracles.

However, through my ignorant eyes, I can see the countless diseases of the world, and death is among them."

Carlo’s voice was not loud, yet it drew the attention of everyone in the Palace.

King Seleucus’s hands trembled on the throne. He was eager to leap down, grab Carlo by the throat, and make her spill everything she knew.

"Please continue."

King Seleucus’s voice quivered.

The Eternal Life he had been desperately seeking seemed to be within his grasp.

"Your Majesty, I have a Magic Potion that can cure all diseases, but I am missing a few precious ingredients."

Carlo looked at King Seleucus on the throne before she listed all the missing ingredients.

How could she, a woman from a rural background, know anything about a Magic Potion for Eternal Life?

That Magic Potion for Eternal Life came from the lips of a black-robed Witch.

The day before King Seleucus summoned Carlo, the Witch appeared before her, having conducted a dream ritual to seek the Magic Potion of Eternal Life.

It was said that, in a hazy dream, the Witch saw the Dream God, who orally conferred to her the secret rite of Eternal Life.

When Carlo finished explaining everything, despite King Seleucus’s still solemn face, his fingers tapped incessantly on the throne, revealing an excited state of mind that he could barely contain.

"Did you all hear that? Begin the preparations immediately!"

King Seleucus looked around at the several Ministers present, speaking in an indisputable tone.

The Ministers hurriedly took their orders, none of them raising any objections.

Since the Queen’s death, Eternal Life had become the one thing of utmost importance to the King.

Other matters of the Kingdom could be discussed and counseled on, but this one allowed no room for debate.

After instructing everyone present, King Seleucus turned to Carlo, smiling,

"Renowned physician Carlo, your arrival in my Palace is simply the Gods’ favor upon me.

As I carry Divine Blood in my veins, I will not defy the will of the Gods or violate their favor. I must reward you, so that your lineage may be honored and have a place in this Royal City."

The solemn voice of the great Monarch fell upon her ears.

Carlo’s pupils slowly dilated...

From the voice of King Seleucus, she heard endless glory and wealth.

That would be far greater than any reward she had received in the small Kingdom.

And even more so...

He left his name in the annals of history.

The famous healer... Carlo.

This midwife of formerly low status was now restless with ambition.

There was once a saying that came from the mouth of the wise...

If a man feigns wisdom all year round, he will forget his own foolishness.

.........

After dismissing Carlo, King Seleucus left the palace and made his way to the flower garden he shared with the Queen.

In this flower garden filled with rare and exotic plants, thorns grew in abundance because of the beauty of the flowers.

King Seleucus wandered in this garden, where the time he had spent with the Queen filled his heart. Two years had passed, yet he still could not pull himself out of sorrow, and the King’s clothes were often torn by the garden’s thorns, even stained with blood.

As he stepped over the stone tiles, King Seleucus’s sorrow had yet to rise when he stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned his head and saw his father, Ninur, with a head of red hair.

"My father, why have you come here?" King Seleucus asked.

The Fire God Ninur gazed at his eldest son, resolved to make him believe that the eternal life he was about to embrace was real and leave no room for self-doubt.

Thus, he slowly began to speak:

"Seleucus, you know why I have come.

My child, eternal life is a power of the divine, an inherent majestic force not meant for mortals."

King Seleucus turned sharply, staring straight at his father.

"Seleucus, I do not understand why you are so obsessed with eternal life instead of embracing your mortal identity. You lack self-awareness."

Fire God Ninur’s words were filled with a father’s patient counsel.

In the flower garden full of thorns, fallen leaves tumbled in the wind, the atmosphere suddenly grew silent; faced with his father’s advice, King Seleucus contemplated silently for a long while, without uttering a word.

After a while, the Monarch of this great nation spoke:

"My divine father, divine blood as well as mortal blood flow through my veins.

With divine blood, I can gaze upon the majesty of the gods, while human blood lets me see my own incompetence.

In the eyes of the gods, mortals are so insignificant. Even a demigod is merely one among them, and my death is just a part of the course of the world."

Fire God Ninur slightly raised his eyebrows.

Was his eldest son having second thoughts?

However, King Seleucus continued:

"My death itself is not important, inconsequential.

The only thing of importance is that a mortal seeks eternal life, not subservience to death!"

"Even though you scoff at my arrogance and sigh at my helplessness, my divine father!"

"In the generations to come, people will open the history books, read my Chapter, and minstrels will sing of my story, for I made an immortal epic.

They will marvel at my saga; what they see will not be just another wise monarch,

but a great mortal who once sought to conquer death!"

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