Turning

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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."

"...Channel your strength, to me... Commander?"

Apart from Yuder, the members of the team still did not fully understand the extent of Kishiar's abilities. Doubt-filled gazes converged on him.

"It might be challenging, but I need you to use your stealth technique just once more. That should suffice. You'll understand the rest without an explanation."

"..."

Though they could not comprehend his plan, one thing was certain.

Even if they could not understand, they could trust. Therefore, Gakane and Kurga nodded without further questions.

"I understand. I will try."

Kurga firmly supported Gakane, who, gasping for breath, stood on his own two feet and began to muster all the remaining strength within him. It was an exhausting task to contain the rampaging Nahan while extracting new strength, but he ultimately succeeded.

"Ugh...!"

The shadow Gakane managed to draw forth was, unfortunately, paler and lesser in comparison to his first attempt. Ashamed, he bowed his head.

"I'm sorry, this is... my limit...!"

"Well done. That's enough."

Commending Gakane, Kishiar lightly touched the shadow with his hand.

At that moment, Gakane and Kurga felt a different, overwhelming sensation compared to Nahan's earlier rampage. An immense yet clearly controlled power flowed from Kishiar.

"Ah...!"

A force, like the hand of a giant, reached out and tightly grasped Gakane's shadow. Gakane momentarily struggled with an instinctive sense of rejection and fear towards the interfering power.

The unstable, surging shadow calmed down as much as it could, and an invisible force firmly wrapped around it, binding it tightly. It felt like a new framework was being built upon the immobilized shadow.

Gakane, who had been breathing raggedly, finally began to breathe a bit easier.

Understanding Kishiar's words that they would realize without explanation, Gakane muttered with trembling eyes.

"This is..."

"Now, move as I do. Cooperate. The crucial part starts now."

Kishiar began manipulating the shadow, pushing and pulling. The tiny shadow quickly elongated, towering high above their heads.

After bringing it to an immense height, Kishiar paused to check on Gakane's condition. Once he confirmed that Gakane was fine, he exerted his power again.

The shadow, now like an enormous umbrella unfolding, expanded and spread out into a vast black canopy, splitting into several strands as it began to descend.

It was fundamentally the same as Gakane's earlier small shadow stealth technique, but on a scale tens of times larger.

-Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Due to its immense size, the black shadows, resembling a beautiful meteor shower, formed elegant arcs as they collectively covered the ground, a spectacular sight.

Simultaneously, the explosion of tremendous power vibrated the surrounding area.

The shadow, enlarged by Kishiar's power, miraculously did not tear but grew indefinitely, engulfing and swallowing all visible space. As the spread curtain anchored into the ground like stakes, the rampaging energies of Nahan, attempting to escape, screamed terribly.

Grunting in pain, Gakane clenched his teeth and swallowed the blood that surged in his throat. Despite the immense agony, he managed to contain Nahan's rampage and assist Kishiar, showing the same tenacity that had even earned Yuder's admiration.

Thanks to him, Kishiar was able to cast the shadow curtain far wider and more perfect than expected. The rampaging power, screaming in frustration, furiously thrashed in vain trying to break through the shadow.

As the shadow curtain completely enveloped them, the chilling sleet ceased. The weather hadn't cleared; it was a sign that the space within the shadow was completely isolated from the outside.

Now, the outside should be safe.

But inside, it was not.

In the darkness of the vast shadow curtain, Kishiar felt Nahan's energy, rough and sticky, clawing at his skin.

The forces, clouding one's mind, clung to and entangled Kishiar's limbs, calling out to him in a damp and desperate manner.

My son...

Your Highness, Second Prince...

Duke...

Voices that would trap the listener in endless illusions the moment they responded. Kishiar coldly observed these apparitions, taking on the forms of those he cherished or had once cherished, making them all the more alluring.

When he had previously faced Nahan's power, only Yuder had appeared, but now it was different. The varied attitudes of the apparitions indicated that they were not solely focused on instilling fear. It meant that the rampaging illusionary abilities were even more chaotically distorted.

The random voices, taking shape only to quickly dissipate and then reform, ceaselessly attempted to seduce Kishiar.

Among them, of course, was the voice that would be most effective on Kishiar.

Commander.

A faint figure with a flat, slow voice called out to Kishiar from behind.

Commander, I…

Just as the figure was about to reach out and embrace him from behind, Kishiar closed his eyes and exhaled.

Simultaneously, a burst of power emanated from his body, forcefully repelling all the illusions around him, as decisively as swinging a sword.

With indecipherable screams, the voices faded away. A fierce wind blew. Only after pushing them to their limits did Kishiar finally open his eyes again.

The surroundings were now completely quiet. In the not-so-far distance, he saw Gakane and Kurga, half-collapsed, and Hosanna, unconscious.

"Uh... where is this...?"

Like Kishiar, Gakane and Kurga had suffered from the rampaging illusions, but after Kishiar repelled Nahan's power, they regained their senses.

"Are you both alright?"

"Yes. I'm fine."

"I think I'll be okay after a bit more rest."

While Kurga seemed less affected by the illusions, Gakane was different. His complexion was as pale as a corpse, likely due to seeing disturbing visions on top of exhausting himself creating the massive shadow curtain.

"Don't force yourself to move. To maintain this state, your strength needs to remain at the center."

Kishiar helped Gakane to lie down for rest, then spoke.

"I've managed to push out much of Nahan's energy with my power, but not all of it. So, don't move from here and wait. I'll go and check around for a while."

"But how can we just let the Commander go alone?"

"I'm not going alone; each of us is doing what we can."

Gakane was the source of the perfect shadow barrier that could contain Nahan in his rampaging state, as well as Hosanna, who was on the brink of one. Therefore, he couldn't be pushed further. Kurga needed to assist Gakane, who would struggle just to maintain the barrier, while Kishiar could use his repelling force to move even amidst Nahan's chaotic illusions. This was the best strategy.

"The others must have felt the aftermath just now, so reinforcements should be coming soon... No."

Kishiar, who was explaining, frowned slightly and shook his head.

"...I didn't notice because of the illusions, but it seems someone has breached our location. Do you feel it, Gakane?"

"Ah..."

Only then did Gakane swallow his breath, close his eyes, and concentrate.

"It seems so... Over there, a bit away... Could it be one of the enemies who has entered?"

"Isn't it more likely to be someone from the Cavalry?"

Even though they were in Gakane's shadow, it was difficult to ascertain anything in a space filled with Nahan's energy, barely contained with Kishiar's help. Kishiar spoke to the anxious duo.

"Whoever it is, I doubt they would have been left alone by the rampaging illusions. We'll know when we check."

That was the whole story of how Kishiar came to be here.

"So that's what happened."

After hearing the entire explanation, Yuder exhaled briefly. It was so typical of Kishiar to downplay the entire situation as 'a little trouble but it was fine'.

"It's more than just a little trouble, isn't it?"

"We haven't completely captured Nahan yet, so it's still 'a little'."

"That such a creature rampaged and you're unharmed is a miracle."

Had Yuder arrived even a little later, Kishiar would have gone to face the rampaging Nahan alone, in this pitch-black shadow, battling the crazed illusions.

He might seem unscathed on the outside, but that can't be true inside. Yuder's golden eyes faintly saw that Kishiar was also quite exhausted.

Even though Gakane was the creator of this space, it was Kishiar who was adding his strength. Moreover, he was protecting Gakane and Kurga inside, and now, on top of that, he was using his abilities to shield both himself and Yuder from the impact of the illusions.

That he had used so much power and was still holding up was honestly a miracle. It wouldn't have been possible unless Kishiar's strength and control far exceeded ordinary limits.

Dealing with a rampaging Awakener for too long was never good. Whether for Yuder and his comrades or the opponent, it was crucial to find and resolve the issue as quickly as possible before it became an even greater ordeal.

'To do that...'

"I have something to say as well. It's about Hosanna and Nahan. I heard from Kanna just before I came here."

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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.'

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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.'