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Chapter 828

The sound of an explosion, more intense than ever, resounded through the air.

Those who had shielded their faces from the ensuing blast were stunned into silence at the sight that greeted them once they regained their composure.

“What in the world…”

The attacks unleashed by several had been impeccably blocked by just two individuals. Yuder had fended off the sage's allies, and Kishiar had thwarted Nahan's. It was unbelievable, even to those witnessing it.

With their swords and an array of elental abilities, these two parried every assault using only a single blade and the power of an Awakener. They straightened up, exchanging looks of mutual reassurance, without uttering a word.

Kishiar, surrounded by a blue aura, gently shook off his sword and smiled softly, without a sound.

In stark contrast, Yuder maintained a flawless, unemotional stance, ready to move at any mont.

Though their appearances were polar opposites, in so sense, they seed perfectly interlocked, like two pieces of a puzzle.

No one dared speak first, witnessing a scene that could only exist with absolute confidence that their counterpart would block every attack from the opposite side.

Amidst this tense silence, it was Kishiar La Orr's soft voice that broke it.

“To think we'd encounter those we've long sought, all at once. Today is a fortunate day.”

“…”

“It seems we were bound to et soon, but this ti and place are less than ideal. Surely, you didn't think this commotion would go unnoticed? So, do you have sothing to say?”

"...Nahan, did you really go this far?"

The first response ca from the sage's side. He was not looking at Kishiar, but at Nahan.

Though not as battered as Nahan, the sage's appearance was also disheveled. His ticulously combed beard was now tangled, and his skin bore fine, blood-red streaks from overusing his abilities.

But what truly marred his visage was his hoarse voice, devoid of its usual calm, and his bloodshot eyes, filled with unmistakable irritation and anger.

“Kidnapping Diemon to lure here... and summoning the Cavalry here wasn't enough...!”

“In this situation, you still act so well, our esteed sage.”

Nahan replied with a disdainful glance.

“You were the one who prepared in advance to abandon everyone and co here all alone, so I'm not sure who called whom. Oh, have you decided to stop referring to yourself with that odd title?”

Nahan continued, looking at the trembling sage's beard.

“Of course, I ca here anticipating this.”

“Please, no more lies. Because of you, Nahan, the Star of Nagran has lost its chance. A chance so hard-won, ruined! You killed the Star of Nagran and now , what next? Do you think you alone will survive this?”

“My goal has always been singular. Your questioning seems to imply you've never once considered sharing that goal.”

“Nahan!"

Engulfed in mutual suspicion and hatred, and lost in the mories of their past sufferings and losses, they were unable to recognize the truth even in a situation where a little thought would have sufficed.

In fact, the suspicion that the other party might be collaborating with the Cavalry was a re fragnt compared to other concerns.

The sage was most angered by the ruin of his long-prepared plans to seize power. The catastrophic downfall of the Star of Nagran, which he had always believed would support him, was sothing he had never even imagined.

From the mont Nahan realized how twisted he had beco under the guise of faith, he prioritized condemning the sage over all his previous objectives. Already a man who wouldn't hesitate to take extre actions for his beliefs, he was now determined to continue, even at the cost of his own destruction.

Questions like 'why has it co to this?' no longer existed for either side.

Reacted by the sage's anger, his followers, who were brainwashed, writhed in agony before resuming their attacks. Nahan's colleagues, recently freed from the sage's influence due to his powerful illusion abilities, prepared to counterattack.

"It seems the Cavalry no longer catches their eyes."

"That's why they’re causing such chaos here. For them, who's in league with the Cavalry is no longer important."

Yuder quietly responded to Kishiar's comnt, who remained composed even amidst the brewing storm of attacks.

Though Kishiar's initial statent was ambiguous enough to fuel misunderstanding, it was unclear if the reaction was too good or not.

"As promised, I'll handle the sage's side."

"And I'll take care of the opposite."

"Understood. Gakane! Kurga! You and the others take care of the surroundings and help out!"

Yuder, weapon in hand, lunged toward the sage as soon as he finished speaking.

With intense concentration, the sage's commands to his followers, and even his movent, appeared incredibly slow in Yuder's eyes.

His voice was equally sluggish.

"Get to Nahan---hurry............! That--- Cavalry-----too----!"

Filled with rage, yet searching for a place to flee alone, the sage's eyes darted around in panic.

Who would still call this distorted figure the sage?

Initially, Yuder thought this sage might be a completely different person from Diemon he had encountered in his previous life, but he was wrong. The vile nature etched on the sage's face now was not much different from Diemon's after he had confessed his deeds, battered by Yudrain Aile.

Yuder once again blocked the onslaught of attacks all at once, as he had done before. This ti, he deliberately allowed a reactive force, causing a storm-like roar.

"Argh…!"

“Ah!”

The fierce backlash from the explosion sent those in the frontline tumbling and screaming. Although there had been monts in the battle where blind forces clashed and rebounded uncontrollably, it had never been like this.

The power that now repelled and utterly overwheld them felt like an unstoppable, massive storm.

"Uh...uhhh.”

Groaning, those who raised their heads, despite being brainwashed, hesitated as if struck by fear. Their instinct to survive was overwheld by the imnse pressure they faced.

Seizing this opportunity, Yuder imbued his sword with the power of the wind and swung it skillfully. By cunningly altering the speed and destabilizing the center of gravity, a one-handed sword could wield as much, if not more, power than a two-handed sword.

The mont a brainwashed knight's sword clashed with Yuder's, it partially slid off. Yuder, seizing the mont of his opponent's disrupted stance, thrust his wind-empowered palm into the knight's solar plexus. Accompanied by a sound that seed impossible for a human body to make, the knight was sent flying helplessly through the air.

Without a backward glance at the fallen knight who now convulsed and foad at the mouth, Yuder neutralized the next enemy's weapon, tripped him by the ankles, and then blasted water in his face. The foe fell backward, not even having the chance to scream.

The next assailant, an Awakener who moved sluggishly due to their body-enhancent ability, was straightforwardly struck on the back of the head. Another, inferior in power to Yuder and using a conflicting elent, was neutralized and rendered unconscious.

The ti it took Yuder to incapacitate these four, with a complex interplay of force and physical movent, was nothing more than a few blinks of an eye.

Even as he simultaneously wielded his sword and power, Yuder's ruthlessly efficient attacks left his enemies collapsing without understanding how they had been defeated.

"No, this can't be! What, what...!"

The sage's voice, panicking and shouting incoherently, echoed in the ears.

The sage's brainwashing ability was undeniably threatening. However, his weakness was starkly evident; being a ntal ability user, he lacked significant physical strength.

Moreover, unlike Nahan, the sage had never directly encountered or confronted Yuder.

This was a significant difference.

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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.'

[BL] Bermuda

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..."

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.'