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Chapter 774

"My lord, you have returned."

In the hallway of the Southern branch of the Cavalry, under the high midday sun, Kishiar strode with a neat face betraying no hint of his overnight excursion outside. He nodded only towards Nathan Zuckerman, who approached to greet him.

"Yes, Nathan. Any changes in the anti?"

"Since this morning, we have nearly completed the crackdown on the illegal fighting rings in Charloin. Of these, five establishnts that were forcibly suppressing Awakeners were apprehended by the Charloin Security Force. All confiscated drugs were low-grade Calanesa, seemingly distributed by Southern rchants."

"Well done. And the reaction of the citizens?"

"Extrely positive. Calanesa was just beginning to spread through illegal rings, so halting that has been particularly well received. Thanks to the positive perception gained from the recent monster elimination, more people are actively assisting our enforcent efforts."

"It may be challenging to uproot the fighting ring culture entirely, but this is a good target for the Southern branch's future achievents."

As they conversed naturally while walking, many who passed by recognized Kishiar, bowing their heads in greeting. Yet, they could hardly catch the content of the conversation between the two.

This was to be expected. Among those who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, re lip movents without sound sufficed for communication. Kishiar often used this thod to converse discreetly when outside.

Kishiar listened to Nathan Zuckerman's report with a quiet smile. Most of it was good news.

The public perception of the Cavalry had greatly improved, with Southern nobles who once ignored them now cautious. Particularly impactful was the public support from Myra El Herne of the prestigious Herne family, considered a spiritual pillar of the South. She had declared the Cavalry instruntal in capturing the murderer and accomplices of the Second Prince Ashrav.

Who was Myra? A precious child of the Herne family, born as a female for the first ti after decades, beloved by many in the South. If she deed the Cavalry trustworthy, people began to drop their prejudices.

The incident where Lord Jacob of Charloin failed to protect the young nobles, who had been VIPs at the Nukijo illegal fighting ring, further fueled the shift in opinion. Rumors even circulated that Duke Peletta's divine sword, radiating a divine aura, had nearly punished the Lord for his lies, causing him to flee in terror.

Consequently, doubts about Kishiar being a swordmaster ceased.

The rapid change in public opinion led the families of those young nobles to accept a humiliating sentence of three years of servitude and a hefty fine, a stark contrast to their previous arrogance.

Similarly, Duke Peletta and his assistant's interactions with officials, mages, and rchants whom they previously t on their first day in the South, had been fruitful.

The Cavalry had clearly demonstrated their intention not to blindly antagonize the existing powers in the South by that single act of cooperation. Those who had suspected the Emperor of using the Cavalry to purge them all were now reassured.

It was only a few days after the Cavalry had begun their work in earnest that the fighting arenas, which had been untouchable, started to disappear. Although monsters had appeared, no one was hard, and the mbers of the Cavalry spent the whole day wandering around Charloin, assisting those in need and enforcing law and order.

During one of these patrols, this dawn, the fishmongers from a nearby fishing village recognized Kurga Sing, the son of a fisherman from a neighboring village, in Charloin.

They embraced Kurga warmly, welcoming him back like a son returning ho in triumph, loudly proclaiming their recognition in their strong southern accent for all to hear. Kurga, embarrassed yet pleased, promised to treat them all to drinks.

Upon receiving this report from Nathan Zuckerman, Kishiar slowly nodded and spoke.

"It's a bit later than expected, but the timing couldn't have been better."

One of the conditions he had set for applicants when forming the Cavalry branch was that they had to be from the region.

The people of the Orr Empire, long resistant to change, had a strong sense of pride in their origins, especially those from the south, who were particularly averse to accepting help from outsiders, even in dire situations.

To them, rely revealing that the Cavalry mbers were not foreigners, but actually from the sa region, greatly facilitated their activities. And such revelations were best spread naturally, rather than announced outright.

This event would likely lead to the delayed realization that most of the southern branch mbers of the Cavalry were locals.

'...This would then change the fundantal perception of those who had been treating the Cavalry as outsiders with suspicion and wariness.'

The tales of ordinary southern youths becoming Cavalry mbers, honored by the Emperor and returning ho with titles of respect, would beco endless sources of marvelous stories in taverns, streets, and alleys, big and small.

This ant a significant shift in perception for those who, until now, had felt the Cavalry to be an elusive and challenging entity, aiding them in viewing Awakeners more positively.

Becoming an Awakener ant one could join the Cavalry.

Joining the Cavalry ant the possibility of social ascension and success.

Even those who were not Awakeners could potentially beco one, showing that they were not much different from us.

This simple formula could bring about how much change in those who had been stuck in a stagnant social hierarchy, content with their realities. The nobles, ignorant of change, might not yet fully grasp or wish to acknowledge this reality, but Kishiar was different.

He was well aware, more than anyone, of the significant shifts in consciousness that had already taken place in the capital, where the Cavalry headquarters was located, and where it was easier to encounter Awakeners. Now, it was ti to spread this change nationwide through the establishnt of branches.

Lost in thought, Kishiar suddenly noticed sothing outside the window that captured his attention. Yuder Aile was walking briskly outside the branch. This was the first ti he had seen him since they parted ways this morning.

Despite it being just a few hours ago, Kishiar couldn't take his eyes off his black hair. As his Lord stopped, Nathan Zuckerman naturally stopped as well.

The adjutant, attuned to his Lord's wishes, did not question Kishiar's silent gaze out the window. He knew exactly who Kishiar was watching.

Whenever Kishiar behaved out of the ordinary, it invariably involved Yuder Aile. It was unclear how he managed to do it, but Kishiar possessed an uncanny ability to spot his beloved and cherished assistant, Yuder, no matter how far away, as if he had a sixth sense for it.

Monts after Yuder had completely vanished from view, Kishiar finally spoke.

"Nathan. Contact the Lord of Mclara and arrange a eting. However, let the purpose be officially about Duke Peletta's 'investnt' in Mclara."

"Is that the area you inspected yesterday?"

"Yes, it was one of them."

Kishiar then ntioned the nas of other areas he and Yuder had toured, issuing several commands. The purpose was to closely monitor the trends in those areas and ensure they could secure a route for movent at any ti. These were also steps that Yuder had ntioned the night before as the first phase of disaster response.

Considering the current situation, these actions might seem unnecessary and sowhat puzzling, but Nathan Zuckerman bowed his head without opposing his Lord's wishes.

"I understand. I shall follow your orders."

Expecting Kishiar to dismiss him, Nathan was surprised when Kishiar remained silent even after receiving his response. Quietly, Nathan continued to follow the silent figure walking down the corridor.

After a while, when they reached a corridor utterly devoid of anyone else's presence, Kishiar spoke up.

"Nathan."

"Yes, my Lord."

"What do you think happens to the dead?"

Even Nathan Zuckerman, who had been conditioned by countless peculiar questions from his Lord, found it unusually challenging to answer this one.

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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.

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"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."

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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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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.'