Turning

Chapter 770

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chapter 770

"ah, we have climbed to the very top, but now, how shall we proceed?"

standing atop the roof repaired by the elpkins during the day, kishiar brushed his wind-tousled hair aside and asked. yuder opened his mouth with a trace of hesitation still lingering.

"first, we'll head to the temple's bell tower, from where we can overlook the entirety of charloin. then, we'll follow the path leading to the harbor, cross the southern gate, and ascend high into the sky. our journey will take us through mclara, tuban, sluban, and alsara before circling back to charloin."

these four regions had reported unusual cracks before the earthquake in his previous life. the calamity had hit them harder than other areas, and they were geographically well-positioned for travel to neighboring villages and towns without being too close to each other.

"indeed. this way, we can swiftly survey the entire south without unnecessary interruptions."

kishiar nodded his approval.

"let's depart immediately."

"are you sure this is wise? even though you can levitate with your power, control might become difficult at higher speeds."

kishiar possessed the ability to lift himself high into the air using a push-pull force. while walking through the air was feasible, moving at a flight-like speed was a different challenge. merely pushing off the ground required immense strength, and increasing speed would only add to the strain.

however, kishiar merely laughed with joy.

"don't worry. just think of me as a small pouch tied to your back, and move as you wish."

"that seems quite a large 'small pouch'..."

"then consider it a large pouch."

there was nothing more to say when he put it that way.

'really confident, isn't he? since we've come this far, there's no turning back. i'll monitor the situation until we reach the temple bell tower. if he shows any sign of struggle, we'll slow down or find another way.'

"understood. then..."

yuder looked down and exhaled. simultaneously, a golden light flickered in one of his eyes, and the direction of the harsh wind that had been whipping around them shifted abruptly.

surrounded by a swirling wind, as if an invisible hand was twisting the flow of nature, yuder gazed at the distant temple roof, barely visible in the darkness.

moments later, like an arrow released from a bow, his legs, which had been slightly bent, propelled him powerfully off the ground. he leaped out towards the roof's edge without hesitation. to an onlooker, it might have seemed like a suicidal jump, but a tightly whirling wind caught him, preventing his fall.

yuder stepped on the wind beneath his feet and soared high. with each subsequent leap, his altitude visibly increased, quickly reaching a dizzying height.

despite it being a not-so-cold day in the southern region, the wind was unusually fierce. this made it almost effortless for him to step on the wind and ascend swiftly.

as his soaring body reached its limit and seemed to slow down for a brief moment, he glanced back. the golden hair of kishiar, following him rapidly, flashed into view.

yuder stepped on the wind again and leaped forward. in the terrifying spectacle, fit to make anyone with acrophobia faint, no one noticed his quiet crossing through the air.

effortlessly handling his power and instinctively finding the optimal route, he soon reached his intended destination. skimming along the southern-style red-painted temple roof, the bell tower soon emerged from the darkness.

yuder, who landed in front of the bell, which was only quiet because the bell ringer had left his post, turned his head while catching his breath. and at that exact moment, his eyes met with kishiar, who was stepping into the bell tower. his red eyes sparkled with a smile.

"i expected as much, but you are indeed swift. how do you so effortlessly evade obstacles without making a sound?"

after landing and lightly brushing his long robe, he didn’t look tired at all, as if he had been here before yuder.

"so, does this prove that i'm a useful 'pouch' now?"

"..."

yuder marveled anew at how kishiar, who didn't train daily in handling the power of the awakener like the cavalry members, had progressed so far. it was as if he was born with incredible talent.

in terms of finely manipulating and controlling power, not even ever beck, who was always the best among the cavalry members, could match this level. kishiar's development, which seemed to leap not just one but ten steps at a time, was unbelievable unless witnessed firsthand.

"...i see. it seems i worried needlessly. from now on, i'll speed up without concern."

"of course. as much as you like."

yuder gazed down at the landscape beneath the bell tower, taking a breath. the city, sparkling with lanterns under the high, cold night sky, was beautiful enough to prevent memories of the ruins from his past life from resurfacing.

fitting for a hub of maritime trade, the end of charloin was all sea. in the night, the horizon roiled black, with ships of various sizes moored side by side.

while yuder observed the ships, kishiar approached from behind, standing in the same direction to observe at the same level. unexpectedly, he spread his coat and enveloped yuder's body in it. the long, thick coat instantly covered them both, spreading warmth and tickling yuder's nose with kishiar's distinctive scent.

as yuder blinked and looked up, a nonchalant voice came from above.

"you're intently observing the port. is there a reason?"nôv(el)b\\jnn

"...charloin has low terrain. if it rains heavily or a typhoon hits, the waves can get too high and cause a lot of damage.”

"right. the reason this place has thrived so far is largely due to its warm southern location, which doesn't receive much rain."

yuder continued, looking down at the arms wrapped around him.

"appearance of monsters and strange cracks can be dealt with, but if they combine with natural disasters like in the previous game, that port will no longer be charloin's treasure but a nightmare."

"a major earthquake, you mean."

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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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.'