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Chapter 838

"In fact, I only realized I could apply my power to things that are invisible thanks to you. If it weren't for that, I might still be using this power only on visible things."

Yuder remembered distinctly when Kishiar first applied his power to the invisible. It was during an experiment when Yuder had inserted a part of his Awakener power into Kishiar’s body.

"Why would that be my doing? It was all due to your own attempts and achievements, Commander."

"Not at all. Do you know what I felt was most crucial in developing this power?"

"...No, I don’t."

"Whether the target of my power is visible or not, tangible or not, turned out to be not so important. The real difference came from whether I believed I could do it or not. In fact, that was the hardest part for me."

Believing in oneself is a difficult task, especially for a man who grew up learning to always doubt his strength, his body, and the path he was on.

Yuder recalled how many times Kishiar had said something similar.

"What I needed then was not to forget that there was someone who believed in me with more certainty than I ever could. So, this is indeed all thanks to you."

Yuder remained silent. From experience, he knew that anything more he said would only lead Kishiar to further embellish his argument.

'But truly... it's remarkable. Back then, it was merely about barely pulling a faint flow of an intangible power.'

He had felt the power leap forward when healing Emperor Keilusa, but even then, it wasn’t to this extent. If it's to the point where even Nahan’s abilities can't get caught in or escape this power, one can't even imagine how far Kishiar will develop this ability in the future.

Perhaps a new method of breaking mental abilities will be created, likely only possible by Kishiar himself. If he becomes able to influence other intangible things as well...

'This is even more than Kishiar in my previous life...'

Yuder, lost in his imagination, suddenly paused, led by a voice that unexpectedly emerged from his memory.

“...It will soon end. Pushing it until every connection is forcibly severed... And then…”

Had Kishiar in his previous life really never used his ability on an intangible target?

At least in Yuder's vivid memories, that seemed to be the case. But then, he remembered that in a dream he had while in the West, Kishiar had faintly uttered something similar in his final moments.

'Yes... definitely, he did.'

Why had he half-forgotten it again? He had a similar experience before, but this time it felt particularly suffocating. Was it because he now clearly understood the content of those remembered words?

Pushing it until every connection is forcibly severed.

Pushing.

If 'pushing' referred to his ability, then the connection Kishiar was pushing away must naturally have been something like the golden thread between them.

If you stretch a thread to its limits, no matter how strong, it will inevitably break.

But what happens after that?

Did Kishiar really use that power then?

Had the connection, the thread, been severed?

What happened. What happened next?.......

Just as he felt the gaping voids within his chest stir, about to speak out.

"…Yuder?"

Startled by the hand on his shoulder, Yuder lifted his head.

"I thought you had fallen into a trance again since you stopped suddenly without a word. Are you alright?"

"Uh..."

Only then did Yuder realize he had unknowingly stopped walking. His blurry focus finally sharpened.

"I'm fine. Where did you leave off in your story?"

"I was saying that when we almost caught Nahan, Hosanna arrived."

Hearing Hosanna's name nudged Yuder's cloudy mind back into motion.

"Ah... I saw that too when Hosanna arrived."

"...Yes."

The man, who had been watching Yuder, slowly began to speak again. Despite discussing something important, Yuder's mind was haunted by the thought that just occurred to him, chilling him like a sudden shiver. The voice from that dark time remained...

"..."

Yuder lifted his head again, expecting Kishiar to continue speaking, but found him silently observing him instead.

The red irises, sinking into the silence, disappeared behind the eyelids and then reappeared.

"It seems there's a reason you suddenly can't concentrate. Is it something difficult to discuss with me?"

After a moment's hesitation, Yuder spoke up.

"You might find this question absurd, but... may I ask you something?"

"There's no way I'd find anything you ask absurd. What is it?"

"About your power, Commander. Do you think it could apply to the... indescribable thread-like thing that connects us?"

It must have been a completely unexpected question for Kishiar. Yet, instead of questioning why Yuder asked it, the man pondered, tilting his head as if weighing his thoughts, then inquired about something else entirely.

"Well... I'm not sure, but is it something we need to try right now? If so, I'll make an effort."

"No. That's not it."

Yuder quickly shook his head in denial. Just the idea of trying it made his heart chill for a moment.

"I was just curious if you could. You could even block Nahan's power. Just an answer will suffice."

Kishiar, with his arms crossed, faintly lifted the corners of his lips and then let out a thoughtful hum.

"I could block Nahan's power because I had once suffered under that man's ability and spent time thinking about and practicing countermeasures. But with this, it's hard to be certain. It sometimes appears like a thread, so it might not be impossible with effort......."

"...."

"Still, if you asked me to try it right now, I can't guarantee success. Let's leave it at that."

As expected.

If the current Kishiar deemed it not impossible, then Kishiar in his previous life could have reached that point too. The answer after attempting it remained unknown, but... hearing this response somewhat calmed Yuder's heart. He breathed deeply and nodded.

"I see. Understood."

"Is this enough for you?"

"For now... it seems so."

"Alright, then."

Uncharacteristically for Yuder, he accepted the man's vague reply with a refreshing answer, and soon, the man softly shifted his approach.

"I'll start again from the part where Hosanna arrived. Is that alright with you?"

The skillful change of subject, a hallmark of Kishiar, always brought a sense of relief at the moments it was most needed. This time, amidst the surrounding darkness, was no different.

Yuder swallowed his appreciation for this quiet consideration and nodded.

"Yes."

"In fact, none of us expected Hosanna to appear there, and I was no exception. I was a bit late in responding, and Hosanna almost got away with Nahan in the chaos."

Had Hosanna been in full condition, perhaps he might have succeeded.

But just like Nahan, who was vomiting blood until his front was soaked, Hosanna was not in a good state either.

Before anyone could react, Hosanna had managed to grab him and use his ability, but when they reappeared, they were only a few trees' distance from the original location.

“They're over there!”

Gakane shouted quickly. Simultaneously, Hosanna used his ability again, but this time too, they flickered into view not far away.

Nahan's fellow Awakeners chased after them, with Kishiar, Gakane, and Kurga following in pursuit.

The sleet grew denser, and the sky darkened. Despite knowing Hosanna's ability was not being fully utilized, locating them immediately was not easy.

Still, Kishiar opened his exceptional senses as a swordmaster, focusing intently on his hearing. From the temple's dark backside, near the forest, faint crying sounds were heard.

“...Young Master. Please, come to your senses. It's me. I've come, I'm here....”

"..."

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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.'