Turning

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Chapter 788

"What?"

Enon furrowed his brow in confusion.

"It seems the strange crack that appeared in the south this time might not be the last of it."

Yuder elaborated more on the Southern merchants he had captured, and the speculations he and Kishiar had made after interrogating them.

"When Aton was questioned, he said it's not over; the incident has already begun. I hope not, but it reminds me of the great Southern earthquake from the past life, or a similar disaster. We're preparing for the possibility," he explained.

If the speculation was correct, Enon would eventually witness the crack himself. Not a pleasant thought, indeed.

Listening, Enon sighed as if the mere thought gave him a headache.

"So much has happened. Now, I clearly understand why you called me," he said.

Yuder expected him to curse the situation, but instead, Enon fell silent. He crossed his arms and stared intently at the table, seemingly lost in thought.

“I've heard enough about the current situation. It's time to organize my thoughts.”

Being with Enon usually meant noisy conversations amidst his shouting. Thus, this silence was a rare moment. Not wanting to disturb Enon's contemplation, Yuder silently watched him.

Enon usually expressed his emotions intensely, so his smooth, sculpted face, like a carefully crafted porcelain doll, wasn't easily noticeable. Unlike others with striking looks who attracted attention everywhere, Enon's appearance somehow remained less memorable.

'Even the Cavalry members think so.'

They often said Enon was handsome, but nobody delved deeper or showed excessive interest. It was as if they forgot about his looks until his name came up, then remembered him as 'the handsome pharmacist.'

Even when comparing him to Gakane, who often became the center of attention for his looks, or Kishiar, whose presence captivated everyone, Enon's unobtrusiveness was peculiar. Yet, no one seemed to find it strange.

Perhaps his ability to live freely in the 7th Wall District, despite his appearance, without being widely recognized, was the biggest proof that he wasn't human.

Suddenly, Enon lifted his head, as if concluding his thoughts. Noticing Yuder staring at him, he leaned back with a puzzled expression.

"Is there something on my face?"

"No."

"Then why look at me like that?"

"I was just looking. Is there a reason I shouldn't?"

"No, but... it's unusual for you."

Confused and slightly suspicious, Enon rubbed his cheek as if to check for something on his face.

"Anyway, as you said, how this situation in the south is resolved could become a pivotal point affecting the entire Empire and the capital, right?"

Nodding in agreement, Enon continued with a serious expression.

"In truth, under normal circumstances, I should prioritize the capital. That's the duty given to a guardian who has contracted with Luma to protect the seven walls of the capital."

After speaking, Enon muttered, "But you know what?"

"Upon reflection, I've realized from your story that prioritizing one's mission above all else may not always be the best approach. It's a perspective I've never considered before."

Enon's gaze deepened, as if looking into a distant place.

"Listening to you, it's clear that 'the me of the past' certainly lived by prioritizing my mission. I would never have left the capital, remaining indifferent to the major currents of humanity."

Yuder knew well how Enon had lived. Originally, he was an inconspicuous pharmacist in the most rundown alley of the Seventh Wall District, rarely showing personal interest in external matters. Even when disasters and political turmoil erupted throughout the Empire, his stance remained unchanged.

Yuder had always found Enon's knowledge extensive and his generosity towards the wounded remarkable, yet there was something transcendental about him.

That was how Enon had lived his life, prioritizing his mission.

"But even I, who lived that way, eventually left the capital. After my death... I mean, after reabsorption and reformation, I left a message indicating my wish to help you again. It probably means that meeting you changed my mind. In other words, even 'I' had acknowledged that you were right."

Yuder's heart raced at this revelation.

"Reabsorption and reformation mean..."

"As I said before, if I hadn't returned after leaving, it would mean death. That's reabsorption. And not being able to remember upon meeting again, that's reformation."

It was a concept difficult to grasp. As Yuder blinked, Enon calmly added, "When the protection of the Seven Walls is in peril or my body faces irrecoverable harm, I can abandon it and return as part of the Seven Walls. From a human perspective, it's akin to dying."

"..."

"But it's not the same as human death. If the Seven Walls regain stability, depending on the circumstances, I can reform and return. However, I would be like a newborn in all aspects, including memory."

It was an unimaginable explanation, yet Yuder had to admit that Enon's last letter precisely matched this concept of reabsorption and reformation.

'Enon must have chosen to leave the capital, believing in my words...'

Back then, Yuder doubted everything and felt that no one believed his words, including Enon. Only after reading Enon's last letter did he regretfully realize Enon's sincerity, but it was too late for them to meet again.

Yuder found it hard to fathom Enon's trust in him, revealed in his last letter, and his heart to mention their reunion despite knowing he could die and leave the capital.

How could he have trusted him so much?

Yuder recalled Enon, who often scolded him upon his frequent injured returns, calling himself "brother." His chest tightened with emotion.

Yuder reflected on what it might have been like if he had candidly shared his thoughts and objectives with Enon back then, exchanging ideas and assistance. He wondered if anything could have changed if he had been able to talk freely about the disasters and the seeds of destruction he had witnessed, like now, instead of realizing it only after death. It seemed almost comical to him now.

'Sigh... I really was foolish.'

Yuder, gazing downward, sighed deeply and then looked at Enon, grateful for the current moment made possible by not repeating the same mistakes.

"I have been thinking... After returning here, perhaps you, in your past life, had foreseen the day I would come back to meet you again."

"How could that be? I don't have such abilities."

"Had you experienced this reabsorption before?"

"A few times. During the period when I was still inept at handling my physical form."

Enon grumbled about how those past failures had led him to establish his current way of living.

"Do you have any guess where you might have gone after leaving the capital?"

"Well, that's obvious. Where else but Gyllandr Hill?"

Gyllandr Hill was where the Archmage Ruma had last stayed and a place Enon had previously mentioned he should visit.

"Enon. You haven't gone there yet, have you?"

"No. I've been too busy because of someone."

"When I return from the south, can I go there with you?"

"With you?"

Enon, seeming surprised, rubbed his chin and then slowly nodded.

"Sure, I suppose it wouldn't be a problem... Alright."

"And then, about the hidden page within the First Duke Tain's journal that I was supposed to receive in the capital. Can I get it now?"

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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.'