Ronova: I Won't Let You Die!

Chapter 1: Ronova: I Won't Let You Die!

Teyvat, Temple of Death.

Everyone knows that Teyvat has the Four Rulers, respectively representing life, death, time, and space.

Every Ruler wields corresponding authority and bears responsibilities in their respective domains.

Different Rulers also possess different temples as symbols of their authority and nobility, serving as places where their laws are materialized.

Among them, the Temple of Death undoubtedly represents death.

Every mortal's death eventually reaches this end of death, welcoming their own passing under the gaze of the God of Death.

Normally, everyone can only experience death once in a lifetime, and naturally can only come to the Temple of Death once.

Yet today the Temple of Death welcomed a frequent visitor.

"Yo, I'm back again. Missed me, Ronova?"

The man stepped with light footsteps, not looking like he was greeting death, but rather like he was dropping by a good friend's house.

This was because it was long from the first time Mo Fan had come to the Temple of Death.

For him, who had already experienced a full one hundred samsaras and a full one hundred deaths in Teyvat, death was something more familiar and understandable than anything else.

"You're here again..."

Seeing Mo Fan's figure, the mistress of the Temple of Death, the Ruler of Death Ronova, wore a displeased expression.

With no help for it, anyone would inevitably grow to hate a fellow who lacked all sense of distance and frequently dropped by her home.

Yet this time Mo Fan's expression was not as calm and composed as in the past.

On the contrary, his expression looked very relieved, even one of release.

Because this would be his last time coming to the Temple of Death.

Soon, he would welcome his own true passing.

As a transmigrator, Mo Fan had forgotten how long ago he had come to Teyvat.

He only remembered that at the very beginning of his transmigration, he had awakened a strange system.

Unlike ordinary systems that either increased strength, provided opportunities, or simply got lewd.

The system he had obtained had only a single simple function-one hundred samsaras.

Yes, the ability the system gave Mo Fan was simply reincarnation.

Every time he died, he would be reborn into his next body, welcoming his next new life.

Just like that, he went back and forth experiencing a full one hundred samsaras in Teyvat.

Among them were premature deaths lasting only a few short years, and long lives lasting hundreds of years, but most were still normal births, old ages, illnesses, and deaths.

Mo Fan thus lived all the way from the era of blazing fires in Teyvat to the present day, experiencing countless different lives, and finally completely exhausted the one hundred chances the system had given him.

To be honest, after experiencing a full one hundred different samsaras, he truly felt tired.

No one else had ever lived as long as he had, and naturally it was hard to understand what kind of torment "living" was for him.

Now he only wanted to plunge into death, reaching that empty, silent, nothingness of peaceful sleep.

Of course, before dying, Mo Fan had one last thing he wanted to do.

That was to offer his final thanks to Ronova, who came to greet him at every death with the same yet different attitude, seeing him off on his journey.

"Thank you, Ronova. To me, you are the person who has accompanied me the longest in this world. I'm truly grateful to you for seeing me off all this time, but this should be the last time."

Mo Fan smiled, sending heartfelt gratitude to the Ruler of Death before him.

He was already at peace, able to face death with a smile.

So, let it end just like this.

"Human..."

Ronova looked at the man before her, and complex ripples emerged in her pupils that should have been devoid of emotion.

She still remembered her first meeting with Mo Fan to this day.

It was an ordinary afternoon when she had just taken over the authority of death from the Three Moon Sisters, and still did not quite understand what the meaning of death was.

Then she met this unfamiliar human boy.

Unlike most people who revered death and feared death, the other party seemed to enjoy death, quite calmly waiting for her to guide his soul into the Ley Line.

Ronova remembered asking him back then:

"Why aren't you afraid of death?"

The man smiled and replied:

"With such a beautiful girl seeing me off, what is there to feel afraid of?"

To Ronova, the feeling most people had upon seeing her was fear and dread, and some even felt their heartbeats block and fainted in despair the moment they saw her.

Therefore, Ronova had never heard anyone praise her as "beautiful," let alone dare to smile and chat and converse with her.

Ronova had initially assumed this was simply an interesting human. She hadn't taken his strange words to heart.

But who could have imagined that just a few decades later, she would meet this peculiar man again?

As always, he waited for her to come and guide him to his death. And just like before, he felt no fear at all at Ronova's presence. He was quite friendly, as if he saw her as an old friend he'd known for years.

After that, every few decades, every hundred years, she would meet this strange human again.

They went from strangers, and from rejecting each other, to acceptance, and joy.

Before she knew it, Ronova had come to regard Mo Fan's presence as the one thing she looked forward to in her dull, monotonous daily life.

Every so often, she would wait for him to return and listen as he recounted what he'd seen and experienced in that lifetime.

Before she knew it, Ronova felt she could no longer be without this strange man.

He was a human, while she was the Ruler of Death. They were two utterly unrelated beings, yet they had crossed the vast expanse of time to become so dependent on each other.

For Ronova, this was a stirring she couldn't put into words.

She saw Mo Fan as her only confidant, and his presence as the sole joy in her life.

So she had never imagined that Mo Fan would say, "This is the last time."

"The last time... The last time... I don't want this to be the last time..."

"Ronova?"

Watching the Ruler of Death before him—who should have been calmly sending his soul to the Ley Line as she always did-suddenly show an emotional intensity he had never seen from her before, Mo Fan couldn't help looking astonished.

He didn't understand what had happened to Ronova, but he could sense one terrible truth.

Ronova seemed not to want him to die.

"No! I've lived through a hundred full cycles of reincarnation. I'm so exhausted I'm about to pass out. Please, just let me die!"

"No! I absolutely won't let you die! Not even if the Heavenly Principles come!"

As Ronova, the Ruler of Death, spoke those domineering words, she raised her hand and invoked the authority of death.

The very next moment, a stunning tremor shook the entire Temple of Death. The temple began to collapse and crumble.

"Ronova, you..."

Mo Fan realized just how reckless a thing she was doing—she was defying the laws she herself had established!

That meant she was truly opposing the Heavenly Principles, the most powerful being in this world!

And the result would undoubtedly be catastrophic.

Even if Ronova succeeded in preventing his death, she would pay a tremendous price.

"I said I won't let you die. You have to stay with me, by my side."

"This..."

Seeing Ronova make such an overly weighty vow to him, Mo Fan froze for a moment.

Then he couldn't help giving a bitter smile and nodding.

"All right. I promise."

"After these hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, I'll devote my one hundred and first life entirely to you, Ronova."

As Mo Fan's words fell, the Temple of Death cracked apart completely and vanished.

Everything seemed to dissolve into nothingness.

Only the vivid dark red before him remained, like a contract that would never fade, etched firmly into Mo Fan's eyes.