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Chapter 725
A strange crack that simply existed and then vanished within the forest that only grew denser no matter how much it was cut down. And the sight of Yuder Aile, who alone did not panic but stared at it gravely.
Yuder's exhausted voice speaking of a 'disaster' echoed in Kishiar's mind.
"You must have seen the strange cracks that appeared in the west, when the monsters began acting oddly. Do you rember?"
"I have seen similar things before…"
Yuder asserted that this was rely the beginning. He described it as a quiet sparkle, a signal flare before countless disasters and hardships, like the calm before a storm.
Kishiar vividly rembered the expression on Yuder's face as he told this tale.
Always known for his impassiveness, Yuder, upon closer inspection, actually had a surprisingly wide range of emotions. Although he appeared cold, within him burned a fla far more intense than others.
But his expression at that mont...
It was utterly devoid of anything.
All that made him human seed to have been stripped away, leaving behind only dusty and hollow eyes, faintly reflecting ancient dust and a chilling coldness. The Yuder that Kishiar thought he knew, or believed he knew, had vanished, replaced by soone worn down by a terrible solitude, echoing a hollow voice.
Only those who had faced death could understand the weight of that emptiness. Kishiar felt it not with his mind, but with sothing deeper.
Even at his brightest, burning fiercely and brilliantly, the deepest part of him harbored a concealed void, akin to the blackened ash left where everything had burned away.
Even when revealing his goal to 'once again avert the disaster facing the world', Yuder's eyes held a resignation, as if he naturally expected Kishiar not to believe him.
His expression, accustod to self-doubt, spoke the truth without any trace of grievance or desire to persuade, more harrowing in a way than his physically battered and prostrate form.
Sowhere deep within Kishiar, a long groan of pain echoed…
"…Commander?"
In the midst of discussing sothing crucial, Yuder stopped and cautiously addressed Kishiar, who was silently staring at him, concern evident in his now dark and laughter-less eyes.
‘What happened back then? Was there sothing serious?’
As if trying to discern so hidden trace of an untold story, Kishiar's intense yet worried gaze t Yuder's, eliciting a soft sigh.
"Sorry. It just struck how miraculous it was for the assistant to arrive here so tily."
"Excuse ? What do you an by that…"
The unexpected and sowhat awkward remark caused a frown to form on Yuder's brow, while the man chuckled softly, continuing the conversation.
"As soon as the crack appeared, everyone panicked, thinking monsters were about to erge. They tried to flee, but fortunately, we rembered the similar cracks we'd seen in the west and managed to avoid being swept up in the chaos."
Kishiar, recalling the cracks he had seen in the Great Sarain Forest and Yuder's words, imdiately commanded the bewildered crowd, "Monsters won't appear; keep your focus on the enemy." Without his directive, they would have missed the southern rchants, disguised in robes, attempting to slip away.
Upon hearing Kishiar's affirmation, it wasn't just the Cavalry or the Imperial Army that regained their composure, but also the mbers of the Star of Nagran.
"Are you telling you were about to leave us behind just now?! Is that what you ant by clearing the way? What in the world is that strange crack?"
"No, that's not it. It's hard to explain here, but please trust us…"
"What's going on, Sera? Are you here under his command? As far as I know, that shouldn't be the case. Why have you co this far? Weren't you from the South supposed to return today? And who are those suspicious people?"
Sera, shocked by the Southern rchants' attempt to escape, raised her voice, forgetting the standoff. The rchants, not intending any harm, tried to calm her, but now a mber of the Central stronghold Awakeners, suspicious of Sera, intervened.
The seed of distrust, once sown, spread like wildfire.
It was then that a chill began to circulate among the Awakeners of the Star of Nagran. The Central stronghold gathered with their own, the Southern stronghold with theirs, and the rchants huddled together, exchanging glances and words.
From a distance, Kishiar, with the keen sense of a swordmaster, easily grasped the conversations without moving a finger.
The Central stronghold Awakeners, losing trust in the Southern stronghold for not following the Sage's orders and engaging in dubious activities with the strangers.
The Southern stronghold Awakeners, suspecting but unable to fully confront the Southern rchants they had moved with, unsure how to extract themselves from this situation.
And the silent Southern rchants.
With each group's motives and benefits differing, mutual distrust prevented the battle from progressing, leading to a stalemate.
A situation simring with tension, yet on the verge of exploding.
Yuder appeared from the sky at that very mont.
"That's how it happened."
Having learned the whole story, Yuder sighed deeply.
Though many events had unfolded where he had been, the situation with Kishiar was even more intense. In the short ti Yuder was away, returning alone by carriage to the Cavalry branch, Kishiar had faced an ambush and even used his divine sword to fend off an unknown attack, tensing his muscles to the point of stiffness.
However, it was fortunate that he had managed to turn the situation to their advantage without injury.
"It's to be expected, but…"
Kishiar, imnsely powerful but with little experience using his abilities, still had to be cautious about his health and the issue of containnt. Knowing he was a brilliant strategist and swordmaster who could slice through walls with a twig, a battle against multiple opponents was still perilously risky. Moreover, he had used more strength than usual since coming South, adding to his fatigue.
Although his condition had improved with Yuder's assistance, exerting himself again today would have undoubtedly drained him significantly, even if he appeared fine on the surface.
Yet, looking at Kishiar's brazen smile, one wouldn't guess he had just faced over a dozen opponents alone. His usual self, a true Kishiar La Orr, was indeed a relief to see.
"Regardless of there being no major incident, those who attacked will pay their dues."
Yuder's icy gaze swept over the Awakeners of the Southern stronghold and the robed Southern rchants.
He clenched and unclenched his fist, gauging the strength that remained within him. Although not in a completely relaxed state due to the excessive energy expended while dealing with Aton, he was confident enough to take down those lurking adversaries.
The crack still floated in the sky, existing without any noticeable change. In his mory, such cracks in the Great Sarain Forest had been followed by a surge of monsters, but this had never been the case in the South.
‘In my previous life in the South, such silent cracks appeared in various places more than ten tis before a major earthquake occurred. There were no instances of monsters appearing then. If this is the beginning of sothing similar, the likelihood is high that it will repeat. But in the Great Sarain Forest, the appearance of these cracks led to an increase in monsters, so certainty is elusive.’
The earthquake in his previous life's South had occurred several years later. It had been difficult to gather information, as it was only after everything had passed that people reported witnessing such cracks.
But could it be that even back then, these cracks had ford in this manner?
Could cracks be created by human power?
The words of Aton floated in his mind, continuously breeding questions.
‘The one thing that's clear is that to find answers, we must capture those Southern rchants.’
Already half-intent on punishing them for the attack on Kishiar, the added need to extract information seed to invigorate him with newfound strength.
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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenonon Managent Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.
"Do you know how it feels to play a ga that's already ssed up? ...Anyway, the next round will co, so this ti, I'm just going to play it recklessly."
In fact, his true identity is soone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each ti. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he beca completely exhausted before this life even began.
"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."
And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he cos to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.
"For now, until then, let's sleep..."
As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that mont, a gradual change occurs in his heart.
'I thought this was a ssed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'
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Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace.
Three years later, his na has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council's army, decides to personally apprehend him.
"Since when have you been watching ?"
Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for so ti now. However, Leonardo's answer was sothing that even Hugo had not anticipated.
"From the very beginning."
[BL] The Mist (Sa author as Turning)
In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.
Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.
A few years later, the world's first real virtual reality ga was announced, where even those with physical disabilities could play in healthy bodies.
By chance, Kang Mu-heon encountered it and began a new life as the mage Kapros, facing unexpected etings, reunions, and days of change....
***
"Why was soone like you born into this world to make so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"
Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no ti to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.
He looked surprised for a mont, but he was desperate.
Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—
Screech!
Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.
And in that brief yet long mont of floating in space, he rembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last ti.......
***
[ Then in THE MIST, may you beco the master of infinite possibilities. ]
Whoosh!
When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.
He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the sa, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.
Is this... VT?
It seed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had co to another world and was touching everything.
As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly rembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this ga, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.
'Can I really walk?'
He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.
And then,
He lifted it,
Moved it,
And took another step to touch the ground again.
So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.
"Ah..."
At that mont, sothing that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.
"..."
Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.
It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.
Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.
To be able to run so easily like this.
He had wished even in his dreams for the day to co when he could walk and run like this again.
And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.
***
"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I ant."
Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.
A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of as a friend?
"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let rephrase."
Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.
A shiver ran down his spine at that mont.
"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."
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[BL] Cloudless Sky
Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenonon Managent Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.
"Do you know how it feels to play a ga that's already ssed up? ...Anyway, the next round will co, so this ti, I'm just going to play it recklessly."
In fact, his true identity is soone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each ti. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he beca completely exhausted before this life even began.
"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."
And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he cos to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.
"For now, until then, let's sleep..."
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'I thought this was a ssed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'
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