Turning

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Chapter 776

With a nod, Nathan Zuckerman left. Kishiar stood still, gazing down at his own hands.

'I said it couldn't be speculated with the knowledge I had, but in truth, emotions could lead to conjecture. Especially if it were a part of me.'

Yuder's recent nightmare was significantly different from his previous dreams. It was neither a reenactment of scenarios from the 'previous game' nor shared with Kishiar.

The most notable difference was that, despite this, Kishiar La Orr from the previous game, or more precisely, his hand, made an appearance.

Yuder's reaction alone was enough to confirm with certainty that this was a first-time occurrence, even if he had never dreamt something like this before.

Therefore, Yuder felt, and Kishiar also thought, that this dream was not an ordinary one. The mere appearance of the hand and the actions it took in the dream were all notably unusual.

Yuder mentioned that the hand had caressed him.

He tried to explain as calmly as possible, suppressing his emerging emotions, but the look in his eyes while speaking was far from usual. It was cold, detached, and empty, like someone who had reopened an old, deep scar.

Yet, within those eyes, there was a faint confusion, guilt, and a tiny spark of something he would probably never admit to having.

It was a spark all too familiar to Kishiar. He had seen Yuder nurture and grow it into a blazing flame more than anyone else.

Just the night before, under Kishiar's touch, Yuder had fanned that flame countless times. The pure flames of passion that arose in his pitch-black eyes were so mesmerizing that they threatened to consume Kishiar in their intensity.

Knowing this, Kishiar could guess what Yuder might have recalled when he was touched in the dream.

Yuder didn't explicitly talk about his past life relationship, but there are things in this world that can't be described dryly, especially physical aspects.

Kishiar had deduced these things from the slight clues Yuder inadvertently dropped and the sequence in which the dream hand had touched Yuder. He had predicted much of this from Yuder's words and behavior, as well as the fleeting moments of past lives he saw in his dreams, but it had never felt as vivid as now.

The reason was simple. For Yuder, those were just memories of a past long gone, but not this time.

"Cheek, lips, then the chin. Finally... the neck."

Kishiar raised his hand, slowly moving it through the air as if tracing something.

It was the same path described by Yuder when he spoke of the dream hand's caress.

Kishiar gazed at his hand, paused at the height of Yuder's neck, and then closed his eyes.

He imagined an unfortunate man who had just regained his strength, future, and precious family, only to realize that he had lost everything again.

He wore gloves daily, much like the current Yuder, perhaps because the man from that time had endured similar or identical experiences. Yuder, who possessed only the power of the Awakener and was confident in his unique skills, had faced the raw power of the Red Stone head-on and used it as an opportunity for self-improvement. But what about himself?

Kishiar easily imagined the worst-case scenario he would face if he were in such a situation, considering the condition of his body when he went on the mission to retrieve the Red Stone.

‘The balance of the body is completely broken by the rampage of the Awakener power. The worst scenario unfolds when one can no longer maintain the barely-held-together vessel.’

If such a situation were to arise, the outcome would be as clear as day. However, Kishiar focused on conjecturing what actions he himself would have taken.

‘If it were me.’

If it were him, he would have first sought a way to survive. The thought of losing the hope he had just grasped was unbearable and not something he could easily give up on. For that, he would have devoted all his time and resources. Even the ambitious Cavalry he had started and the enemies who had long awaited their turn would have been ignored in such a predicament.

But if, in the end, he found no solution and was certain that no new opportunities would come his way,

Then, perhaps,

‘He would have prepared for what comes after death.’

Dying without achieving his desired goals would have been regrettable, but in some ways, it might have been for the better. It's a possibility one must always consider, something he had mentally prepared for since childhood.

Since the vessel began to crack, he had spent much time bedridden. Lying there, he read about numerous historical figures of power and idealists who dreamt of it, all falling and being stranded by unforeseeable tempests in life.

Had they succeeded, history might have drastically changed. Great figures who couldn't even glimpse the threshold of their goals died in vain, and the ambitious, after enduring hardships to achieve everything, saw their accomplishments crumble to dust and disappear without a trace the moment they died. Such is life, and one's ideals are no exception.

Emperor Keilusa once spoke similar words after losing the heir he cherished and damaging his vessel.

"Kishiar. I thought myself a man of considerable restraint, but today's incomprehensible tragedy reveals how baselessly I believed that fate would ultimately smile upon me. To think that my only recourse is to curse the heavens, I do not even deserve to be a father to that child."

Kishiar had harbored similar thoughts since his early years. His conclusion then was that until death, it's not truly over, so he should enjoy life and live it to the fullest.

But could he have maintained such thoughts after being deprived of a second chance? Kishiar doubted it. Knowing the joy, success, fulfillment, and exhilaration brought by his current endeavors, he could hardly fathom the despair of them falling apart.

If he had never tasted hope, perhaps it would be different, but to vomit out the hope once savored seemed an unbearable task.

However, the death of Kishiar La Orr is not a solitary end. Before him stands an emperor on the brink of an uncertain death, an empress who pinned all her hopes on him, and loyal subjects, including a devoted assistant and knights united under the banner of Peletta.

For a peaceful death, he needed to consider those he would leave behind. In this process, there was no room for anything else to intervene.

So, ordinarily, that's what would have happened.

In a situation where the end was foreseen, it seemed unlikely to afford attention to anything new, yet in the previous game, it appears such an event had indeed occurred.

Kishiar remembered the eyes of the shabby, visibly ill man he had secretly observed from behind Yuder's dream. The man's gaze, watching the young and inexperienced Yuder, who appeared to be his real age, clumsily swinging a sword he had only recently acquired, had a hint of joy. He had attended the successor's inauguration ceremony, a place he needn't have bothered with, and hidden in the shadows, he watched as the successor donned the attire he had prepared and followed in his footsteps. Kishiar, with eyes devoid of any warmth, observed the man's foolish, feigned smile as he playfully pressed his lips to the back of his successor's hand.

Being himself, Kishiar was keenly aware of how absurd it all was.

Even appearing as nothing more than a hand and ultimately only managing to caress Yuder.

Yuder seemed unaware as he spoke, but Kishiar knew. The way the hand in the dream stroked him, the order, the method, except for the neck, were almost identical to how he usually tenderly touched Yuder when engulfed in affectionate feelings.

If the other person was devoid of emotion, merely a transient acquaintance from a troubled past, one would never touch him in such a manner.

These were feelings only Kishiar La Orr could perceive, and they bombarded his mind like a torrential downpour as he listened to the story.

An indescribable, instinctive certainty.

But how could he possibly convey this to Yuder?

Kishiar lowered his hand and opened his eyes. The fleeting look of pain had long since vanished.

He clenched his fist and nonchalantly left the place, moving on with his steps.

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management 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 game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became 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 comes 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 moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-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 name 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 me?"

Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo's answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated.

"From the very beginning."

[BL] The Mist (Same 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 game <THE MIST> 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 meetings, reunions, and days of change....

***

"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me 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 me 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 time to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a moment, 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 moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become 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 same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly remembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this game, 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 moment, something 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 come 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 meant."

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 me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me 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 moment.

"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 Phenomenon Management 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 game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became 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 comes 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 moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'

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