Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power Chapter 483: A Grandfather and a Grandson, and Life’s Greatest Lesson [END]

Chapter 483 – A Grandfather and a Grandson, and Life’s Greatest Lesson [END]

Kaden had witnessed many deaths. Some brutal, worthy of nightmares. Some gentle, almost merciful in nature.

But never anything like this.

This was different from everything. Because Kaden felt like he was watching someone being unmade. A strange feeling, one he could only sense through the right hand of Raven held within his own.

His grandfather’s hand had become so small it disappeared completely inside Kaden’s, looking not like the hand of an old man but a child.

Not only his hand. His whole body had shrunk further. His skin had begun to rot, a putrid smell rising from it, his lips scarred and leathered.

He lay on the bed like a dead man, yet his chest still moved — imperceptibly, but it moved.

On the fifth day, Kaden noticed as he sat there that his grandfather could barely speak without long pauses. His throat was dry and sore, and no amount of water could soothe it. The old man was utterly spent.

At that point, it was clear to everyone. Even to the stubborn Kaden.

Raven Warborn was going to die. That day. At any given moment.

"My... boy." Raven wheezed, using the last bit of energy he had left to speak and look at his grandson. "The day has come, right?"

He tried to smile. The sight was horrific on his rotting face. Yet Kaden felt no repulsion, only profound sadness.

He had promised himself not to cry today. Hell, he had even spent the past days preparing himself, thinking that maybe the pain of losing his grandfather would be lessened if he braced hard enough.

’I was wrong.’ He blinked, throat tight, eyes burning with restrained tears. ’I was terribly wrong.’

The pain hadn’t lessened at all.

"Yes," he finally answered, forcing himself to look at Raven’s face and not look away in shame for his tears. "The last day has come, grandfather."

The words pierced his heart and tore it open.

"Do you... do you want my answers to your questions?"

"Ah." Raven made a small realising expression. "The assignment?"

"The assignment." Kaden nodded.

Raven laughed. Or tried to. What came out of his mouth sounded more like the chirping of a death crow.

"No need." The old man shook his head. "You already have full marks, my boy." He chuckled. Kaden smiled through his tears.

"And I don’t need the answers. I can see it in your face." His eyes warmed, though they were growing duller despite their stubborn brightness of the past days. "Are you ready for that choice?"

"I will be." Kaden answered, forcing out a smile. "I will be, grandfather."

"What if you are not?"

"Then I will do it anyway, and hope to become ready during the process if I can’t be before it."

Raven chuckled again. "Then I am glad." He closed his eyes briefly. "I am truly glad. Don’t—!"

He stopped, about to cough, but instead forced the blood and spit back down and continued with trembling lips.

Kaden watched, powerless.

"D-Don’t forget what I told you about love. About the need of companions. About the shift in perspective toward death." He advised, voice barely there. "But also, my boy, don’t make them your laws."

"Huh?" Kaden exclaimed.

"Just learn from them." Raven explained. "You will stop growing if you make them laws. And I want you to grow, to experience life and to have your own understanding of love. Of companions. Of life itself."

Kaden’s lips trembled. He held Raven’s hand tighter.

"Take my philosophy and use it as a ladder to build your own. Grow past me." He winked playfully. "That’s my wish."

A brief silence swelled between them. Kaden nodding again and again at his grandfather’s words.

"I..." his voice cracked. "I will do my best."

"That’s more than enough." Raven whispered, closing his eyes to rest from the effort of speaking.

He could no longer feel his body. He felt oddly trapped inside a vessel no longer meant to hold his essence.

He knew he had to let go and allow his soul to move toward its next home. His mind was growing fuzzy, a strange pain piercing his soul continuously.

In the back of his head, Raven could clearly hear a mourning voice. Something calling out to him, crying and crying and crying. Not from fear of death, they had long since made peace with that.

They were only trying to stay a little longer. Just a little more to be with their grandson.

’A... fine young man.’ A dying voice — just like his own — whispered within Raven.

His Origin Weapon. His staff, Ruyi.

Raven smiled weakly at the voice of his oldest companion. ’Yes... he is, isn’t he? You still don’t want to, my friend?’

He sensed Ruyi shaking his head. ’Let me die with you, old friend. I have been yours since the moment I came to be. So let me remain only yours. Let me accompany you on your next journey.’

’And...’

Ruyi paused, and seemed to look deep within Kaden’s body, finding something there that made him smile.

’He is in good hands. She is the one.’

’The one?’ Raven laughed, making Kaden look at him with both surprise and sadness.

’Yes, old friend. Our grandson is quite something. But his heart is weak. Too weak as it is to bear the weight of Her love.’

Raven looked deeply at Kaden, his eyes slowly closing. ’Ah... I see. So you and I, once again?’

’Always and forever.’

The old man grinned, then parted his lips to Kaden. "My favourite is her."

"Huh?" Kaden exclaimed, caught off guard.

"We Warborns never marry more than one." Raven said, finding the idea of a harem in his bloodline ridiculous, yet this was Kaden. So he let it go.

"But you have my blessing... if she is the first."

Kaden’s lips twitched despite himself. This was truly not the time to speak of women. But he answered anyway, knowing it would be the last time.

"Who, grandfather?"

"Her name? Ah... let me remember. Vainglory said he would name her Raya? Oh no — it’s R—!"

"Rea?" Kaden’s eyes went wide. "Vainglory?"

Raven laughed at his reaction. "Ah, I never told you, did I?" He coughed, blood dripping from his lips. "Vainglory — his realm name Deimos Thornspire — is the grandfather of your fiancée. And the friend who helped me when I was at my lowest."

He looked at his dying body and smiled inwardly.

’The friend who is also killing me. Hahah.’

"We agreed from the beginning," Raven continued, "to let our grandchildren marry one day. So I am happy... happy to see you love her sincerely."

"How... how is that possible?" Kaden was still dazed.

Raven’s voice was going fainter. He had seconds left. A minute at most.

"Bloodline." He rasped, lips trembling. "Their bloodline came from Pandora. The Tower. Something happened when we found this place. He..."

Kaden grabbed him tighter, uselessly trying to soothe him.

"He went berserk." Raven barely continued. "I chained him inside the Tower as he was ready to kill everyone in sight."

"Don’t speak anymore." Kaden said, lips shaking. "Save your breath."

Raven smiled and closed his eyes, tears flowing freely now.

"Are you satisfied?" He asked softly. "Was I of help, my boy?"

"Yes, but..."Kaden bit his lip. "It wasn’t enough. I wish... I wish to know you more, grandfather. I wish to learn sculpting. Even poetry."

His voice broke further. He was still smiling through his tears. "Even if I don’t think I am much good at poetry..."

Raven cried at those words, holding him tighter.

"Oho." He wheezed. "D-Don’t... you... know?"

Kaden leaned his head close to hear. But he didn’t stop there. He leaned all the way down and kissed his grandfather’s rotting skin, listening.

"Death," Raven smiled at the kiss, his heart growing more at peace with his coming departure, "Death, my boy, ends a life..."

His rotting flesh began to fall away.

Then Kaden’s tears broke entirely as he heard the absolute stop of his grandfather’s heart.

Yet despite everything, the old man found one last breath from the deepest of his Will for one last thing.

"Tell them... tell them I love them. Tell them I was—!"

His words cut off. His soul taken mercilessly by the Tree.

And so at that instant, in a Forbidden Timeline inside a God-Touched Dungeon, far from home...

Raven Warborn, The Palatine of Dimensions, died like any mortal, in the hands of his youngest grandson.

Yet despite being so far from home...

The Warborn Bloodline itself mourned the death of one of the greatest to ever be born within it.

And that was why, far away from the dungeon, inside a grim realm, a black-haired woman with a scar on her face sat atop the corpse of a headless god. She raised her red eyes upward as she felt her blood crying — weeping for a death.

She held that position for a long moment, face aghast, shivering with shock and pain, before a tear slipped down.

"Oh, bloody fucking Raven..." Scarlet Warborn whispered, head lowering. "How dare you?"

She paused. Blood began trailing from her eyes. She stretched her mouth wide open, her voice filled with anguish and uncontrollable rage, booming through the realm.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

The realm exploded into fragments of glass.

That day, Scarlet Warborn was no longer the Godkiller.

That day...

—End of Chapter 483—