Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 91

“Liar! You’re not coming back. If you love me, please stay by my side. Please be with me. If you leave like this, I won’t be able to live! Hana!”

“Weed, you can wait, right?”

“I can’t wait. I can’t. Hana… Hana! I can’t believe you’re telling me to wait. You won’t come back!”

Hana took a step back. Just one more step, and she knew where she would fall.

“You said you could wait forever!”

Weed was crying uncontrollably. He couldn’t deny it. He hadn’t made his promise to Hana meaningless. He simply sat there, sobbing like a child.

It’s okay. This would be his final cry.

“I’ll wait. If you love me.”

Just a little longer. Hana would become the offering for this world and fulfill one wish in return: his happiness. He only needed to wait a little while longer. Soon, Hana would erase his memories.

God had abandoned this world, but Weed didn’t give up; he nurtured it. Perhaps it was his deepest desire—the longing of a human who wanted to save the one he loved at all costs. All the creatures who lived in this world without qualifications.

Maybe today was the day they had all hoped for.

Hana threw herself into the void. Before sinking into the darkness, she heard a man’s desperate scream.

27. The World Loved by the God

Like a dream, a memory began to flow.

Hana kept repeating the same thing.

She opened her eyes. And then, she died. As she opened her eyes again, she died once more.

Until finally, she arrived here.

She heads toward the void… and then she dies.

This was her decision. No matter how much she struggled, that was all she could do. That was the only best method. And so, she decided to go through with it.

With this, everything would turn out well.

And now was the moment when everything came to an end. It was the moment when everything finally finished.

Her body throbbed, yet at the same time, it felt completely numb.

Hana was enveloped in a strange sensation that was neither one thing nor the other. This place was filled with darkness, and the only thing she could sense was a peculiar feeling, as if her soul and body were about to separate.

Hana adorned the final moments of her life, filled with pain and happiness. She had loved and been loved in return. That was why she felt satisfied. Even after leaving him behind, sobbing helplessly and unable to breathe, she couldn’t understand why she felt such a sense of fulfillment.

She felt satisfied.

Satisfied.

At last, everything was over. Perhaps it was because she had saved him? Maybe it was because she had finally repaid him?

Hana closed her eyes and surrendered her body to the feeling of floating or falling. There was no longer any sense of resistance. She had conquered her fear of soaring to great heights and let go of the regret of wanting to save the one she loved.

Thus, even as she fell endlessly in this place with no bottom, Hana could find peace.

Was this a fleeting moment? The familiar sensation of endless falling. A chilling memory. Because of this, old events began to resurface vividly. She had always resisted recalling them, but now she welcomed the memories flooding back without hesitation.

Eleven floors high. At that time, Hana was looking down at the ground from the balcony. She had always enjoyed looking down from heights. In fact, not just that day, but whenever her heart felt empty, she would often gaze down from a high place.

A tree. Yes, the tree had saved her that time. The memory became clearer and clearer. Yet, no matter how much she sifted through her memories, there had never been a tree that large to look down upon.

Even when she held onto the balcony railing and leaned over, it wasn’t there. It hadn’t been there when someone pushed her from behind.

At the moment she began to fall—yes, at that very moment—that was when it appeared.

At that time, the tree grew.

A tree, growing rapidly from the ground, reached toward her in the sky. Its roots firmly anchored to the earth, and its branches stretched out to support her as she floated above. Lush, fluffy leaves should have cushioned her, but there weren’t enough.

Instead, she had repeatedly collided with the high branches, which softened the impact.

Blinking rapidly, Hana was startled by the memories she had just conjured.

‘…Did I really do that?’

She felt an instinctive sense of threat.

Unconsciously, she had searched for a way to survive. And so, she made the tree grow—with her own power.

It was undoubtedly her own strength.

The golden eyes signified a connection to the principles of this world, proof that the will of God resided within her. She realized that she could wield similar powers both in her original world and here. The strange sense of déjà vu when she teleported using the wand of light was because of this very reason. She had experienced it before—crossing over from that world to this one. It wasn’t as if she had been summoned or dragged here against her will. She had come by her own choice. Had she been seeking a place to live? Or had she come looking for a place to die?

She couldn’t tell.

As Hana sank into the darkness, she pondered how she had been able to use such power. How could she possess golden eyes like Weed and wield strength that rivaled his?

“…Was I not human?”

Hana raised her hand into the air, mimicking the position she had taken while falling. Staring at her own hand, she murmured,

“Was all the suffering because I didn’t deserve to live in that world?”

It was said that the divine disease is a backlash when someone unworthy remains in an environment that doesn’t suit them. If that was the case, where was the place she was truly meant to be?

She cast her question into the air.

The empty space echoed back nothing. Still, she waited silently for a response. She knew someone would eventually answer.

“That cannot be. You are undoubtedly human. You were merely born to a humble being, endowed with an ordinary body, and thus your flesh, unable to endure the will of God, had to live in suffering.”