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Chapter 847

The 'new world' he now muttered about was no different from the ramblings of a brainwashed individual.

The Star of Nagran seed unlikely to change much from his previous life, a prediction that proved accurate, yet it still left a bitter taste. Of course, this wasn't out of sympathy for Nahan, who found himself in this situation.

"But not now, of course."

"...Haha...”

Close to death, Nahan laughed once more.

The faint shadows of illusions swirling around him amplified his laughter, echoing like in a cave. Yuder heard in these echoes the ssage Nahan was trying to convey.

-It's a pity. Since the first ti I saw you, brother, I thought we were quite compatible in essence...

"Who's your brother? Shut up."

-If only you, brother had been on my side when we first t... Perhaps things would have been different.

Was this truly Nahan's innermost thought, or just aningless babble from an illusion seen by him, half-exhausted, while Nahan was already dead? Though sowhat doubtful, Yuder murmured, his lips dry.

"I said it back then, but that won't happen."

—

Back then, Nahan had no qualms about killing non-Awakeners. Yuder vividly rembered the face that looked down on him with amusent, issuing pathetic orders to join him.

And Yuder always had only one response to such words.

"There's only one person who can give orders."

Then, the overlapping laughter of the illusions, buzzing around, suddenly stopped.

-I really don't understand.

-It's strange.

-Are you satisfied with where you are now? Really?

-Even after all you've been through?

Yuder didn't respond. But the illusion kept murmuring.

-The illusion born from your mind never lies. It's about things that haven't happened yet, but you've experienced.

-Then, you must know things I don't, no, things unknown to anyone in this world. It ans you're soone who knows the future.

“...”

-I've heard of such a being before... Yes, when I was a child.

-The wolf that bit death to death and returned... The prophet leading the stars.

‘...A wolf?'

Yuder blinked, his eyes hazy at the familiar word. When had he heard it? But before he could recall, the illusion started murmuring again, burying the thought.

-Brother, prophet. The answers you showed for the future were all horrific.

-Damned world. A world that has not improved at all, a world full of death.

-A world deserving destruction...

-So, I guess that's the true path this world would take.

-But why didn't you destroy it, knowing the answer? Why leave them be, not seeking vengeance?

-Do you believe in sothing like a divine will, sothing better than the future you know?

His ears were ringing. His head felt like it was about to split. He couldn't tell anymore if this was a conversation with Nahan or just his own internal questioning. Yuder, barely holding on, bit his lip and spoke.

“...What do I know about God? All this revenge, revenge... I don't need any of that.”

-Then?

-What do you need?

The illusion asked, and Yuder remained silent for a long ti. In the distance, a vast, dark curtain was slowly being peeled away, revealing a faint light filtering through.

It ant that Kishiar and Gakane had correctly received the signal.

Then, they would soon be here, receiving that light, crossing through the darkness.

Though it hadn't happened yet, just imagining their return to him brought a sense of relief and calm to his mind.

To protect a world he knew was dood might sound grand, but in truth, the reason was simple.

It was just because... there was a comrade who, trusting in the faint signal sent by Yuder, braved all dangers and hastened to his side.

Because he hoped they could continue to live that way.

Because there was soone who believed in his words, his truth, without any proof, soone who might be crazy or a liar.

Because he hoped that person would continue to walk with him.

Yuder, still wrapped in the gradually fading magic, said,

“The one who... believes in , in my words.”

If such a person existed, then revenge or whatever else was not his concern.

That all-too-fragile belief was enough to assure him that this damned world might yet have another chance. It made him believe he could make it happen.

And indeed, the world had changed a lot compared to before.

Kishiar La Orr was alive and walking with him.

Wasn't that enough?

-Is that all?

“Yes."

-I can't understand. It's strange and weak hypocrisy.

“Who was it that lost to that strange and weak hypocrisy?”

-...

As Nahan’s surroundings, haunted by illusions, began to fade even more, the illusion murmured softly from behind the peeling curtain.

-...You said I was supposed to explode and die, yet why is death so long and persistent for ? Is death turning its back on too?

Yuder knew the answer.

“I said to die agonizingly in an explosion or at the hands of another. Be glad you can just fade away and leave a corpse, because if you exploded, this entire area would be in chaos. This is the best outco."

A rampage is when uncontrolled power surges uncontrollably. When the physical body reaches its limit, it bursts, and the power, with nowhere to go, explodes like a bomb, sweeping the surrounding area with trendous damage before finally fading.

To handle it with minimal damage, the power of the rampaging Awakener must be drained as much as possible and lured to an uninhabited place for elimination.

Nahan's rampage was fortunately contained by Kishiar's tily intervention and Gakane's barrier, separating it from the outside world, and was greatly depleted in a confrontation with Yuder, an imnsely powerful Awakener.

And finally, the pierced heart.

The sword did not strike the heart directly but a little lower, closer to the solar plexus, precisely cutting the flow of energy from the source of the Awakener's power.

It wasn't the initial intention, but the timing was perfect. Despite the imnse rampage, it seed he would sohow avoid exploding.

‘It's a fortunate thing…If he had exploded, I would have been the first to bear the brunt of it.’

Had that happened, the damage would have been several tis greater. Although Yuder was confident of not losing to Nahan, avoiding the aftermath of an explosion was a different matter.

Yuder recalled cases of rampaging Awakeners who had failed to be properly subdued in his previous life, leaving trendous aftermaths in their explosions. Had Kishiar known about those cases, he might not have retreated just on the word.

Anyway, despite having dealt with rampaging Awakeners for a long ti, there had been few instances of subduing one as powerful as this perfectly. In that sense, Nahan was quite lucky.

He wouldn't think of it as luck, though...

Nahan's grey eyes, stained with bloody tears, looked at Yuder. The focus wasn't quite right, but Yuder t his gaze squarely.

He hadn't noticed before, but now he saw that those eyes were the sa color as Myra's, and also Duke Herne's.

A strange feeling crept up on him.

As Yuder frowned, Nahan faintly moved his lips to speak.

"...Those black eyes. They resemble my brother."

"If you call that again..."

Yuder growled like a wild beast, blood dripping down his chin, when suddenly a hand reached out from behind him and grasped his body.

Labored breathing, a distinct cool scent.

"...Yuder."

It was Kishiar. He had finally returned and supported Yuder in his arms.

Unable to think of anything else, Yuder relaxed the grip on his sword hilt he had barely managed to maintain. His body swayed and fell, and shouts from unknown people around him rang out.

"Yuder!"

"Ah...!"

Unbeknownst to him, most of the shadow curtain had already been withdrawn.

Voices of people filled the space where silence had been, along with a coldness he hadn't felt in a while, and sothing large hitting his hair...

‘...Sleet? Hail?'

Sothing was amiss. Sensing danger, his fading consciousness snapped back into focus.

Now was not the ti to pass out comfortably.

Yuder struggled to turn his head to look at Kishiar.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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'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."

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