Turning

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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...."

"..."

Hosanna and Nahan, having fully exited the temple grounds, were heading deeper into the forest, making them increasingly difficult to locate. Kishiar paused to exercise caution, then quietly instructed Gakane and Kurga, who were closely following him.

"Kurga, the suppression of the other Awakeners is almost complete. Finish it. Three to the right rear, two behind the diagonal wall on the left, and probably one more nearby. Return as soon as you're done."

"Understood."

Kurga, with agility that belied his large frame, vanished swiftly.

"Yes!"

"Weren't you skilled in stealth techniques? What exactly was your ability?"

Kishiar's memory of even the minor skills surprised Gakane, who responded with awe.

"My stealth skill involves cloaking the target in shadows. It's similar to Emon's ability, but it's somewhat difficult to move freely in that state..."

"Good."

Gakane's eyes widened in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"That skill will be used, but not on us."

"What do you mean..."

Gakane had assumed Kishiar intended to stealthily capture Nahan and Hosanna. However, Kishiar explained their current location to Gakane and instructed:

"From now, we'll split up and meet again near where Nahan and Hosanna are. But don't join me immediately upon finding them. Stay hidden, no matter what I do, and use your ability on them when I signal. Can you do that?"

Gakane, gauging his ability, glanced at his hands and then nodded deeply after a moment's thought.

"So, you intend to use my stealth skill to trap them. I believe I can... No, I will certainly do as you command."

A firm resolve ignited in his green eyes. Kishiar nodded in response, then gestured for Gakane to go first. Gakane nodded and turned, heading left.

Kishiar, in contrast, went right. Holding his sword loosely as if on a casual walk, yet he moved with remarkable speed.

Advancing silently, so as not to even disturb the slushy sleet, Kishiar continued to listen intently to the faint voices.

Meanwhile, Nahan seemed to have regained consciousness, as now two voices could be heard.

"This is pointless... Hosanna."

"Please, Young Master... no more...!"

Following these voices, Kishiar finally spotted two figures in the gray sleet. Nahan was half-collapsed in Hosanna's embrace, while Hosanna, bent over him, was shaking with sobs.

Kishiar concealed himself in the intensifying sleet. As Gakane had not yet arrived, he stood still for a moment, listening to the conversation between the two.

"You always did this. You'd promise to follow my words, yet in the most crucial moments, you'd make the choice I least wanted," he said.

"Young Master…"

"I've never forgotten what you did on the day everything burned."

"..."

"Knowing full well it's why you can't be my brother, you're still making the same choice as back then, insisting on saving only me and abandoning everyone else."

"Young Master, I… Sob. I couldn't help it. Bringing only you here was all I could do... But you said it was fine to stay by your side as long as I wasn't a hindrance. My, my abilities are useful... Just a bit more recovery and I'll surely, I can move us farther, so just wait a little, and I'll bring others too...!"

Nahan looked at the pleading Hosanna with dry eyes.

"I don't need it."

His voice was terribly dry, filled with hatred for everything. Hosanna flinched unknowingly, and Nahan continued with a laugh.

"I don't need you or your abilities. All I want is revenge. My own revenge, not anyone else's."

"Young… Master…"

"I didn't hope for your return, nor did I ever ask you to save me. Go. Don't manipulate me with your desires anymore."

With a gagging sound, Nahan coughed up blood. Hosanna reached for him, crying out, but Nahan coldly brushed his hand away.

Kishiar watched this, eyeing the blurred other side hidden by the sleet. Gakane was near. He had arrived and was skillfully concealing his presence.

All that was needed now was a brief moment when Hosanna couldn't use his ability.

"I thought I told you to leave."

"No, Young Master, please... I won't ask for surrender anymore. I was wrong. Just, let us escape together...! I never dreamed the sage was such a person. Truly."

"Go"

"But Young Master, you don't really mean it. I know. Sob. The revenge you speak of, it's all because of Matiang…"

"Don't speak that name!"

As Nahan shouted, Kishiar felt the turbulent flow of energy bursting from him. Overwhelmed by the harsh tide of anger, Hosanna choked and tumbled.

Without further hesitation, Kishiar raised his hand to signal Gakane and stepped forward.

Now!

He moved swiftly, as if the world around him slowed, grabbing Hosanna from behind. As he separated Hosanna and Nahan, Gakane's shadow spread wide, engulfing Nahan.

The suppression seemed perfect.

But then, the shadow writhed and, with a silent explosion, tore apart.

"Ugh…!"

Gakane screamed, stifled, and fell to his knees. Torn shadows allowed streams of chaotic energy to flow through.

A massive and intense storm of unbridled power.

The moment Kishiar felt it, a mix of unrestrained hatred and rage, he instinctively understood what it was.

A rampage.

"Ugh... Ughhh!"

"Gakane! Withdraw your power."

At Kishiar's command, Gakane, bleeding, shook his head in refusal.

"Ah, it's impossible. The energy inside is too strong and completely entangled... I mustn't let go... it's too dangerous, please get away...!"

With a choked cough, Gakane bled. He struggled to extract and mend the torn shadows, but the energy surging like a storm was too powerful for him to contain alone.

Through the torn shadows, distorted colors and incomplete forms of shadows surged out. They fluttered like ghosts, becoming more numerous and vivid, darkening the sky and intensifying the sleet into a near-blizzard.

Kishiar looked down at Hosanna, whom he held in his hand. He was completely unconscious, his eyes rolled back, breathing barely noticeable as if he might stop breathing any moment. Yet, influenced by Nahan's energy, his too was becoming increasingly chaotic.

If things continued this way, he might witness two Awakeners in a rampage. Given their powerful abilities, the aftermath of such an event wouldn't be mild.

The danger wasn't just to them. Kishiar's gaze briefly shifted beyond the sleet in a certain direction – where Yuder was facing the sage.

"Commander! Gakane!"

In the critical situation, Kurga rushed in, barely supporting Gakane.

Seeing the escalating sleet and the impending rampage, Kishiar made a decision.

"Kurga, support Gakane. Gakane, from now on, I'll channel my strength to you. Concentrate."

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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.'

[BL] Bermuda

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.'