Turning

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"Then, all the abnormal phenomena today... began because we, the Awakeners, clashed, exerting our powers and disturbing the surroundings, and gradually intensified."

If his thinking was correct, the powers used by the Awakeners, including himself, might have actually worsened the overall situation. However, it was inevitable when the sage and Nahan confronted each other. How could it have not led to the current outcome?

As he bit his lip and took a deep breath, Kishiar finally opened his mouth.

"What about the previous game? Just before the appearance of the abnormal crack, to what extent was there an abnormal flow of immense power? Were cracks and monsters always accompanying phenomena?"

"I can't give a definite answer to the first part since I haven't confirmed it as clearly as this time. But I believe similar incidents have been occurring for years without being noticed by anyone, including me. As for the cracks and monsters... No, they were not always accompanied."

Yuder distinctly remembers that the abnormal cracks sightings began with the Southern Earthquake, but not much before that. Even before the earthquake, the continent had already seen a significantly higher frequency of monster occurrences, incomparable to now. Some of these might have been related to monsters pouring out of the cracks, but now it's impossible to be certain.

Anyway, according to Yuder's memory, these abnormal cracks sporadically appeared in various regions, usually before or after diverse disasters struck. They were random in both time and place, and most witnesses often doubted whether what they saw was real, making it difficult to ascertain the frequency of these occurrences.

"Then the recent deluge of monsters was an uncommon occurrence. Perhaps it was because it was 'the first beginning.' To use your analogy, like unlocking and opening a box for the first time?"

"That might be possible."

"If today's imbalance only results in this unusual weather change and the emergence of the cracks, it would be fortunate for us. But if monsters appear like last time, it will be a serious problem."

The reason was simple. Neither Kishiar nor Yuder have the capacity to perform as they did the last time.

After finishing, Kishiar, gazing up at the crack, broke the silence.

"If Aton and his allies aim to disrupt balance and bring disaster and chaos, then the more the balance is disturbed, the more we can assume something will emerge. It's like initially, there was just a little sleet, which gradually turned into hail, and finally, the crack appeared."

Listening to Kishiar's words, Yuder reflected on the day's events, aligning them with the anomalies.

When the funeral was about to begin, the sleet seemed to pause and almost stop. The situation began to seriously worsen when Nahan and the sage started clashing. The sky darkened completely, and fierce winds blew, coinciding almost exactly with Kishiar's intervention in Nahan's rampage using Gakane's Shadow Curtain and striking a massive wall.

According to Kanna, the sleet then fully developed into hail, and the cracks appeared around the time Yuder spared no effort in using his powers to confront Nahan.

"Indeed. If we can prevent any further destabilization of the balance here, we might be able to manage a recovery."

"That would be ideal, but..."

Muttering to himself, Kishiar suddenly posed another question.

"Yuder, what do you think is the biggest difference between the time when monsters poured out of the abnormal crack and now?"

"Back then, magic was used as a key to disrupt the balance, and there were numerous deaths, almost like a sacrifice by the Awakeners. This time, neither has happened." Thi+s^ ch$a&p+t$e@r is p!art. of the colle#ctio$n# on M@V$2L+E+MP@2!Y^R.

"True. Today, no magic was used, and no one died. But isn't that just 'so far'?"

"Do you mean to suggest that if Nahan dies, monsters might appear?"

It was a possibility. There was no absolute certainty in any of this. But after a moment of contemplation, Yuder shook his head.

"However, Nahan's power has almost entirely drained away. If he were to die explosively, it might be a different story, but if he dies quietly, it's unlikely that his death alone would cause enough disturbance to unleash monsters from the crack. It's different from before."

"I wasn't referring to Nahan, but to Hosanna."

At that, Yuder's eyebrows twitched momentarily.

"I see. I had momentarily forgotten about him. If he awakens and goes on a rampage like Nahan, we'll have no time to contain it. Then, it really will be..."

Hosanna's abilities were in disarray, having been forcibly used again, to the point where he couldn't travel long distances. In that state, even if he went on a rampage, he couldn't unleash the same level of power as Nahan.

But one mustn't forget that he had shown enough power to rupture Alik's suppression device. The thought that these abnormal cracks might spew out the same, or perhaps even more, monsters with just a tiny ripple sent a chill down his spine.

Last time, there was one crack. This time, there were three.

"We should probably head back."

Just as Kishiar turned to leave, thinking the same thing, it happened.

Thump.

A sensation of a massive flow of power settling in descended upon them. It was so intense that even the exhausted Yuder reflexively reacted.

'It's...!'

"Nahan!"

The distinctive force of an enemy one has confronted before can be recognized later on. Especially the power of one who had been in a state of disarray, which he had just been facing to the point of nausea.

"Ah!"

With his senses on high alert, Yuder caught the faint sound of a scream amidst the intense noise of hail smashing against the ground. Clearly, something chaotic was happening.

Had sending Myra away been a mistake?

Without responding, Kishiar immediately turned and leaped. Even carrying Yuder, his movements were unrestricted, light, and fast. The muddy ground, deep enough to be unbelievable from a human's step, tried to cling to their ankles, and the fierce wind lashed at their skin, but nothing could stop them.

An invisible flow of force enveloped them, pushing them towards their destination. Worried about Kishiar using his abilities again, Yuder remained silent, focusing only on his vision.

After several leaps, they soon returned to the place they had just left.

The scene before them was complete chaos.

Amidst a pool of bright red blood, the swirling aura of power, the Cavalry members seemingly using their abilities to counteract it, and between them, Myra stood bewildered, surrounded by screaming non-Awakener masses.

It was clear that just a while ago, this place had been occupied solely by the Cavalry and their allies. Who were these people now?

"Please, let me down. Kanna!"

Yuder disembarked from Kishiar's back and sought out Kanna. Near Myra, Kanna, who had been continuously shouting while protecting her, turned her head. Her face and body were stained with blood.

"Yuder!"

"What's happened here?"

"Duke-Duke Herne is dead! Killed by Nahan...!"

Kanna's voice quivered as she shouted, her face ashen. Yuder glanced once more at the blood behind her, then asked in an even colder voice.

"What do you mean? Nahan killed Duke Herne?"

"It seemed the Duke's side learned of First Princess Myra's whereabouts as she came to negotiate with Nahan. Suddenly, he appeared leading a group of people and..."

…

"Nahan. I am Myra El Herne, the first daughter of the Herne family."

Myra's voice, transmitted from afar through Kanna and the Cavalry members. Nahan's eyelids, nearly closed in death, twitched and moved in response.

"I've heard of your existence before. What I want to say is... I'm sorry that my family couldn't rescue you when I first learned about you."

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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.'