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The Grand Prince Has Run Away Chapter 2

.。.:✧Damn It, What Am I Supposed to Do?!✧:.。.

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Translator: Cyno
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In the beginning, there was only chaos and void. This world, born from the eternal dream of the ancient absolute god Nilhilum, was a place where disordered streams of thought tangled and clashed, spawning endless destruction. There were no laws of nature, no living beings—nothing at all.

But there were those who found this displeasing—Nilhilum’s three children: Rumenox, Materia, and Sinus. They were the gods of creation, beings of matter and order.

Then one day, Rumenox gathered his siblings and spoke. The conversation was long, but in essence, he proposed driving out their father Nilhilum’s chaos and void to create a world of their own. The eldest sister, Materia, eagerly agreed, but the youngest, Sinus, hesitated. While he supported the idea of a new world, he could never accept completely expelling chaos and void from it.

Rumenox spent countless eons persuading Sinus. Because Sinus was none other than the Spiral God, the one who governed the laws of all things—without his power, a new order could not be created.

Finally, Sinus agreed to his brother’s proposal on one condition: the foundation of the new world and the laws that governed it would be shaped solely by his will.

Rumenox, having no objections, gladly accepted. After all, only Sinus could do it.

Sinus then erected dimensional barriers to hold back chaos and void, establishing the laws of nature and the framework of the world. Rumenox created light and darkness within it, and Materia, the eldest sister, filled it with matter and all forms of life.

Thus, this universe was born.

Rumenox was pleased with the world they had created. Though he wasn’t exactly thrilled to see the newly sprouted lifeforms clash and wage war, he was satisfied that all things thrived within it.

But his joy was short-lived. Monsters he had never anticipated began appearing everywhere, harming his beloved creations. These were the demonic beasts.

Displeased, Rumenox confronted his sister Materia, demanding to know what these abominations were. But even Materia didn’t know—she had not created them.

Perplexed, Rumenox and Materia carefully examined their creation and eventually discovered the cause. The demonic beasts were none other than the energies of chaos and void seeping through dimensional rifts, taking physical form under the influence of the material world.

Rumenox was furious. The power of their father, whom they had desperately tried to escape, was still influencing their world. It was absurd and infuriating.

He immediately sought out Sinus and ordered him to seal the rifts at once. After all, it was Sinus who had erected the dimensional barriers—meaning this disaster, whether by mistake or intent, was entirely his doing.

But Sinus refused outright. Though he lamented the suffering of their creations, he declared that this phenomenon was unavoidable if they wished to sustain their world.

It was deliberate. Sinus had willfully left gaps in the dimensional barriers.

Rumenox suppressed his rage, not because he understood Sinus, but because he was simply too powerful. Rumenox was no match for his younger brother.

But he didn’t stay idle. Soon after, Rumenox, along with Materia and the many newly created gods, ambushed Sinus and sealed him within an indestructible divine reliquary, casting it into the world of chaos and void beyond the dimensional barriers. If he preferred their father’s world, he could live there.

Afterward, Rumenox and the other gods sealed the dimensional rifts, perfecting the universe. Peace was restored, and the victims of the demonic beasts vanished.

For a time.

Then one day, sections of the dimensional barriers collapsed, causing an entire side of the universe to crumble. It was consumed by the world of chaos and void. The desperate gods poured all their strength into preventing further collapse, but it didn’t end there. Soon, massive collapses began occurring throughout the universe, starting from the outer edges.

Only then did Rumenox realize how fragile their world truly was—and how powerful the chaotic, void energies of their father Nilhilum’s dream-realm were. His brother Sinus had known this all along. Like opening floodgates in a dam, he had created dimensional rifts to gradually and evenly absorb the destructive pressure of chaos and void.

Now, the path forward was clear.

To prevent their world from collapsing, they had to reopen the dimensional rifts. But it wouldn’t be easy. While sealing them had been simple, only Sinus—the Spiral God who governed the laws of all things—knew how much to open them to minimize the devastation.

But the reliquary containing Sinus had already been cast into the infinite expanse of Nilhilum’s dream-realm. No god of the material world could ever reach that place of chaos again.

In the end, Rumenox and the other gods began traveling across the dimensional borders, creating temporary rifts wherever the pressure of chaos and void grew too strong. It was a task that would take near-eternity, but if left undone, their world would be swallowed back into Nilhilum’s dream.

And so, countless civilizations and lives were lost to the encroaching chaos and void through these rifts. A cruel and horrifying extinction—yet they had no choice but to accept their fate under the gods’ indifference.

To the gods, they were but a minuscule sacrifice for the survival of the many—not beings worthy of salvation.

“Ughhh…”

It was early dawn, with a gentle breeze blowing. The curtains fluttered as the wind slipped through the window, tickling my cheek. Annoyed, I swatted at the air. I hated having my sleep disturbed. If I wanted to survive tomorrow, I needed to rest well today.

Then, suddenly, my eyes snapped open.

“If I have to survive tomorrow… that means I’m alive today?”

That made no sense.

“What? I’m alive?”

Before me was an impossible sight. Gold-embroidered wallpaper, antique furniture carved with intricate patterns, translucent silk curtains draped around the bed. Outside the window, an oak tree stood tall, birds chirping cheerfully on its branches.

It was a scene buried in my distant memories—but undeniably familiar.

‘My… room?’

This was the room I had lived in during my youth.

Confused, I rolled my eyes before slapping my cheeks hard with both hands.

It hurt.

Of course it should hurt—but it shouldn’t hurt at all. This was absurd. My room should have long been reduced to ruins, and I should have been dead.

“What the hell is this nonsense?”

I shot up and rubbed my eyes furiously. But no matter how much I rubbed, the scene before me didn’t change.

Then I took a deep breath and lay back down.

‘Eh. Maybe I really did come back to life? Or maybe this is just what heaven looks like.’

Honestly, this was my first time experiencing the afterlife. And no one I knew in life had ever been to the afterlife either. So even if it didn’t match common expectations, it wasn’t that strange. No one had ever returned to confirm those expectations anyway.

This place seemed like heaven. If it were hell, there was no way I’d be given a space like this, straight out of my nostalgic memories. Clearly, this was a divine gift for enduring that hellish world.

A wide grin spread across my face.

“Ah~ This is paradise. If I’d known dying would be like this, I would’ve done it sooner instead of struggling to survive.”

Just then, the door creaked open, and a short young man entered—Paul, my personal attendant. I’d heard he’d been drafted to the frontlines and gone missing, but it seemed he’d made it to heaven first.

Seeing me awake, Paul hurried over and bowed deeply.

“Young Lord. It’s time to wake up.”

I threw off the covers and sat up.

“Heyyy. Paul, good to see you. Wow, your skin’s gotten so much better. Smooth as hell. Guess heaven really is the place to be.”

“Huh?”

I sprang up and slung an arm around Paul’s bewildered shoulders.

“Anyway, take care of me, alright? Don’t bully me too much just ‘cause you got here first. Honestly, I had it rough before I died. Got it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“C’mon, don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not!”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

I studied Paul’s expression before clenching my fist.

“You. If this is some ‘Surprise! Just kidding!’ prank, I’ll kill you for real. I might look like this, but I reached Master-level swordsmanship before I died.”

Paul trembled and dropped to his knees.

“Why would I ever joke with you, Young Lord? If I’ve made any mistakes, please tell me. I’ll correct them immediately.”

He genuinely seemed clueless. His expression was sincere, his bow devoid of any deceit.

A flicker of unease rose in me as I tapped his shoulder with a finger.

“You’re really not dead?”

At the mention of his own death, Paul’s face turned pale.

“Spare me!”

“I’m not gonna kill you!”

“Then you’re sparing me?”

“Of course. Even I can’t kill someone who’s already dead.”

Paul looked up at me with relief.

“Me, dead? I’m perfectly alive right now.”

“What are you talking about? You died in Imperial Year 367 after being dragged to the frontlines.”

“Huh? 367? It’s Imperial Year 358 right now.”

358—that was before the Age of Ruin. Specifically, around the time I had just graduated from the Imperial Noble Academy and undergone my coming-of-age ceremony.

I glanced at the full-length mirror nearby and ran a hand down my face in disbelief. The reflection wasn’t that of a battle-hardened legion commander but some black-haired brat staring blankly back.

“You’re sure it’s really Imperial Year 358?”

“Yes.”

I clutched my forehead and slumped to the floor.

This is insane.

If Paul was telling the truth, I had clearly traveled back in time—ten years into the past. Eight years before the Age of Ruin began.

‘It—it has to be a dream.’

In a panic, I scrambled back onto the bed and pulled the covers over my head. I couldn’t go through that hellish time again. If this was a dream, I needed to wake up now.

But trying to fall back asleep to escape a dream was ridiculous. With a grimace, I sat back up and glared at Paul.

“Ugh. Paul. If you’re lying, I’ll really kill you. Damn it.”

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The Grand Prince Has Run Away

The Grand Prince Has Run Away

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2019 Native Language: Korean
Yan The Grand Prince, after regressing due to the destruction of the world, decides to not help mankind with stopping the world’s destruction and tries to run away to live a peaceful life. “I can’t, I can’t not give up, I have to give up. If you have to save humanity, go ask other people. There are many people better than me. I am not the guy for this!”

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13 hours ago

rumenox sounds like a real dick

Johnson ponraj
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38 minutes ago

yes he is

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