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Chapter 798

Even after their intimacy subsided, the heat did not fade. And thanks to that warmth, Yuder finally managed to smoothly articulate the thoughts that had been brewing inside him.

"I t Hosanna earlier, as he wished to see . He requested Nahan's salvation. I thought it wise to use this opportunity to learn about their past from him, and finally uncovered the brainwashing Nahan had been subjected to by the sage."

"What kind of brainwashing was it?"

"To dedicate oneself completely to the Star of Nagran."

Kishiar did not seem surprised.

"The loyalty to a group and to a person might seem similar, but are ultimately different stories. It appears the sage of that ti either failed to understand this distinction, or was so desperate that he thought it was the best course of action, even knowing the difference."

"Yes. The sage had Nahan na the group before making this request, with Kanna suggesting that the act of naming played a key role in the effectiveness of the brainwashing," Yuder said, pausing briefly.

"Actually, the idea that rely naming sothing could engender enough trust to believe the words of soone you don’t fully trust felt quite foreign to . I’ve never given it much thought before."

"That's possible. Have you never nad anything?"

"No."

Kanna had said that the na carries the hopes and intentions of the one who bestows it. That a simple na could embody more than just responsibility, but deeper emotions.

Perhaps it was this revelation that had so profoundly shaken Yuder, to the point of haunting him through nightmares.

Yuder, feeling Kishiar's breath tickle his neck, slowly began to speak again.

"When I heard that, I thought of the na I was given."

Now, he rembered not his birth na, Yuder, but rather the second na, Yudrain, that first ca to mind.

"I wondered if there were also hopes placed in that na. It's strange. I've never been curious about it before."

He had never even sought to understand the full aning of his na, let alone the intention behind it, until the mont of his death.

This seemingly trivial and unanswerable thought had quietly yet profoundly shaken Yuder. He couldn't explain why he had reacted so strongly, but it was the truth.

"I think that thought might have been the reason I suddenly felt so exhausted and had that nightmare. But I don't think it will happen again."

The one who had nad him Yudrain in a previous life was Kishiar in the previous life. Ordinarily, Yuder would have chosen not to speak of this matter to Kishiar.

However, Yuder now understood how much concern Kishiar felt when he was acting strangely, having learned from past experiences. Yuder knew that Kishiar's desperation to connect with his dreams was indicative of a much greater concern than what was apparent. Therefore, he wanted to share this much for the one who had rescued him from that dream.

Indeed, Kishiar's caressing touch ceased montarily, and a slightly different silence ensued.

Then, the man spoke softly.

"I see."

"Yes."

"And now that you're awake, do you still not wish to know the answer? Are you still not curious?"

Yuder, gazing at the burning fireplace, replied.

"That's sothing whose answer will always remain unknown. I think it's pointless to dwell on it further."

"So, you still wish to know," he deduced, picking up on the subtle aning hidden in Yuder's silence. The man chuckled as he kissed Yuder's shoulder, his laughter subsiding into a low voice.

"Believing that re thought will prevent anything from happening is more a hope than a realistic solution. Sotis, it's better to seek even an unclear answer than to suppress and ignore a nagging issue."

"An unclear answer, you say..."

"Like my thoughts, for example."

Yuder's intended response halted abruptly at the man's unobstructed flow of words.

The man continued, gently stroking Yuder's stiffened body, "I haven't nad many things in my life, but I always put a lot of thought into it. I agree that naming involves responsibility, various emotions, and wishes."

Yuder remained speechless. The man who had nad him Yudrain was not him, but he was, in essence, Kishiar.

"When I nad Nathan, I hoped his future would literally be a blessing. I chose the na from a southern proverb, wishing him to love his roots. And the surna Zuckerman was selected from an extinct knightly family known for producing the bravest knight."

Kishiar went on with an unasked explanation, citing legends of a knight from that family who single-handedly slew over a hundred monsters.

Then he spoke of the Cavalry.

"Naming the Cavalry was quite a struggle. We had to borrow from existing terms as there was no single word that could instantly describe our powers. I nad it to imply a power that was sotis magical and sotis like a weapon. Did you know that?"

"I think I've heard it every ti I introduced the Cavalry to outsiders."

Kishiar, being the first Commander and founder, obviously nad them, but this was the first ti Yuder heard him personally ntion it.

"But if I were to share a deeper thought, I initially wanted it to an that the Awakeners are no less than mages or swordmasters and possess a power as great as the combination of both."

Kishiar revealed that this second aning was his original intention when naming the Cavalry. However, fearing it would easily provoke opposition due to its audacious spirit, the Emperor suggested softening it to the first aning. It was an unexpected backstory.

"That seems... more in line with His Majesty the Emperor's wisdom."

"Oh, I thought you would understand this spirit," Kishiar murmured playfully, fiddling with Yuder's hand. Yuder, letting him fiddle as he pleased, replied, "I agree that the Awakeners possess unmatched power, but if we had promoted the second aning, we would have been subject to the existing powers' opposition for decades before accomplishing anything substantial."

Kishiar's hand paused for a mont.

"That's... from experience."

"Yes."

Indeed, in his previous life, the Cavalry, while reigning as the continent's supre force, constantly faced opposition from swordmasters and mages. Had they known the na's original intent, the opposition would have been tenfold.

'Of course, things have changed a lot now. It wouldn't be the sa as before.'

Back then, the attitudes of the mage organizations, which had been at odds like archenemies, had transford remarkably after a series of events in the west. It was hard to believe they were the sa groups when observing their current behavior towards the Cavalry. With Kishiar's revelation as a swordmaster, the response of the existing swordmasters was bound to change significantly and much more rapidly than before.

Realizing this, Yuder was surprised to find that he had regained his usual composure enough to contemplate such matters.

Kishiar's words, indeed an 'unclear answer' as he had put it, seed to have been quite helpful to Yuder in many ways.

The intent behind the na Yudrain, given by the man in the past, remained a mystery. Even during the tis when Yuder was trapped in a dream of eternal death, he had thought he would never want to know if such things were eternal.

However, the depth of thought, effort, and affection that Kishiar showed while talking about the nas he had given were unmistakably sincere.

What, then, could the word 'eternity' an to such a man?

Yuder took a deep breath and ventured to ask a question he had thought impossible just monts before.

"Previously, you ntioned that the na Yudrain could be interpreted as 'eternity.' Do you rember?"

"Of course."

Kishiar's response was slightly delayed, but Yuder did not notice.

"To , 'eternity' feels like a word too far removed to be comprehensible. What are your thoughts on this word, Commander?"

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"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

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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."

[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.

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***

"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.'