Turning-Chapter 786

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Chapter 786

"That can wait till tomorrow. But we need to talk today, as you'll be too busy otherwise."

Enon grumbled, making a 'tsk' sound, and sat up.

"Come and sit. You look like you have a lot to say, so let's hear it."

"Come and sit. You seem to have much to say to me, let's hear it."

Many were the stories he had thought to tell Enon upon their meeting. Yet, every deed required a sequence.

Yuder deeply inhaled before staring directly into Enon's eyes and began.

"Enon, there's something I want to say first."

"What is it?"

"Even the Commander now knows where I'm from."

Enon immediately understood the implication. His eyes, half-closed in nonchalance, sharpened as he scrutinized Yuder's expression.

"Huh, so you've finally told him? How much?"

"Almost everything I remember."

"So, more detailed than what you told me?"

As Yuder nodded slightly, Enon asked in a low voice.

"And his reaction? Did he believe it?"

Ironically, Enon himself had found Yuder's words hard to believe, yet he seemed poised to storm out if Kishiar didn't believe them. Yuder, not hiding his faint smile, nodded.

"Yes."

"Everything? He believed all that madness? Without demanding proof? Didn't think you were lying?"

"There was none of that. He just... believed. Everything."

It was surprising but true.

Kishiar had unhesitatingly believed everything Yuder tried to convey and show through the strategy game. In his previous life, nobody had easily believed Yuder's tales, but Kishiar had listened earnestly. Since then, Kishiar had been acting based on the firm belief that Yuder's information was true.

Enon's eyes, which had been scrutinizing Yuder as if trying to see through him, finally relaxed.

"I thought he was no ordinary man from how he acted even when facing me directly... Huh, really. How is that possible?"

"To be honest, I didn't think he'd believe me either."

"That's what I'm saying."

Enon appeared to be admiring Kishiar genuinely, yet he seemed unable to shake off a certain displeasure. Yuder spoke to him clearly.

"Anyway, that's how it is. So, I want to start by telling you what I told the Commander. Is that alright?"

Enon was the first entity to whom Yuder revealed his return from the future. He knew how Yuder had disappeared before but not the details. Yuder wanted to start by revealing his past to Enon. If there was one person who needed to know as much as Kishiar, it was him. ȓаＮȫ𐌱Ɛ𝐬

"Fine. I'm a bit annoyed to be the second to know, but since that guy was the first to listen and believe, I guess you're finally ready to talk in detail."

"Then, I'll start."

"..."

"First, you know I came from the future. Precisely, I was a Cavalry Commander before being executed,"

"What, what? Wait!"

Enon suddenly raised his hand to halt the conversation, quickly standing up to lock the door and draw the curtains, ensuring no one could peep in. He paced back and forth, breathing heavily.

“No, what's with this madness from the very start... Did you speak in such a manner to your Commander as well?”

“At that time...”

“No, never mind. What glory am I even seeking here!”

Enon, having thumped his chest in frustration, sat back down. Grinding his teeth, he spoke in a voice even lower than before.

“Start again.”

“...Should I just answer your questions if it’s uncomfortable?”

“Just start from the beginning with what you were going to say! Do you think I can't handle it?”

Yuder, eventually yielding to Enon’s insistent demand, began his story anew.

Perhaps due to having repeated it several times to Kishiar, this time it wasn’t as difficult. Yuder calmly detailed how his previous life as Yudrain Aile achieved success and then fell, how the Empire unfolded, and the calamities that befell the world. This account also included newfound information about the people South of the desert in this lifetime.

When Yuder spoke of how he met and parted ways with Enon, the latter remained relatively composed. However, upon hearing how Yudrain killed Kishiar and ultimately met his end as a condemned man in his solitary struggle against the disaster, Enon couldn’t suppress his ragged breathing.

“That’s all I’ve told the Commander. I assume he might’ve guessed some of it, but surely, there must be parts different from the present.”

“...”

“Ask if you’re curious. If I can, I’ll answer.”

“Curious about?”

“What you can’t believe, or what seems strange.”

Enon then hung his head low.

“Ha. You really…”

He seemed at a loss for words, his breath hitching for a long time. Yuder thought he might be angry, but when he looked up again, Enon's face bore an expression he’d never seen before.

He gazed at Yuder with a mix of sadness and a faint, resigned smile.

“...Enon?”

“...It’s just like you. To end the story here and then say to ask about anything unbelievable.”

“...”

“So that’s why you’re still struggling through all this hardship here...”

Enon closed his eyes again, exhaling deeply.

“Didn’t you want to come back for revenge? You could have rested instead of joining the Cavalry right away. Why didn’t you think of that?”

Kishiar had said something similar. Yuder had asked himself the same question. He recalled those moments and spoke.

“At first, I think I did entertain such thoughts.”

“It’s only natural for a human. After all, you’re good at returning favors twice over.”

“But more than that, my heart raced more at the thought of redoing what I had failed.”

Hearing this, Enon clamped his mouth shut, as if struck.

Yuder mulled over his own words. They seemed illogical, yet somehow felt all the more truthful.

It was as if something he hadn’t fully understood himself had suddenly welled up from within. Yuder continued.

“I don’t know the reason. It wasn’t anything grand. Maybe it was just the biggest regret of an unfinished task. It’s the same even now.”

Yes, it wasn’t a grand reason. The mere thought of having another chance to avert the impending disaster filled him with an involuntary joy. Captivated by that thought, nothing else mattered – not revenge, not emptiness. The newfound opportunity overshadowed everything.

“Who asked you to save the world? If nobody believed in you, why go to such lengths?”

“...”

Well, why indeed?

Yuder knew he was not a paragon of virtue. He had used his power for his Commander, for the Empire, for the Cavalry, living without questioning his actions. His sole purpose was what drove and sustained him, and that was no exaggeration.

But then, one day, he found himself facing the people crumbling before the disasters striking all over the Empire.

During moments when he was engrossed in researching ways to predict and avert these disasters, lost in problems with no apparent solutions.

And then, in an almost indescribable sensation, harder even to call instinctual, he felt the onset of destruction amidst those inexplicable disasters.

He was seized by an intense feeling, like a tidal wave crashing over him.

If there was one single purpose for which his power was meant to be used, he was certain this was it.

It was as if a command, etched deep within his heart, had suddenly become clear.

This command, its origin unknown, compelled Yuder to rise and move in a direction entirely different from before...

That voice...

“...Ugh.”

Lost in thought, Yuder suddenly furrowed his brow, touching his temple, overwhelmed by a piercing sensation in his head.

'What is this?'

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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.

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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.'