Turning

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Kishiar answered coldly. His gaze wasn't on Yuder but on the wind barrier, watching Hosanna crawling on the ground amidst the hailstones.

"Young Master...! Young Master!"

Soaked in muddy water, Hosanna clawed and tore at the ground, crawling towards Nahan. His form flickered faster and faster. Kishiar, having noticed this, muttered in a low voice.

"We must deal with him as quickly as possible before the cracks fully open. What do you think is the best way to kill him?"

Yuder's expression twisted. Kishiar had no intention of backing down here. He had decided to kill Hosanna, together with Yuder.

But Yuder himself knew it was the best course of action when he thought about it logically, so he reluctantly decided not to ask to retreat.

If it must be done, it's better to do it quickly.

"It would be best to attack from a distance... but looking at the way the hail is moving, it seems our abilities might not be well-suited against the opponent."

The situation was undeniably less severe than Nahan's rampage, but the problem was that Hosanna, with his ability to teleport, was present in the midst of this hailstorm, which could hit and injure just by being there.

'If only the weather had been normal, it wouldn't have been this threatening.'

Hosanna was currently moving the hail like a whirlwind, but it seemed more like his movement ability had gone berserk, rapidly transporting objects around him as if snatching them.

It looked almost like telekinesis, but this ability was actually making each piece of hail disappear momentarily, only to reappear in unpredictable locations, making it even more troublesome and unpredictable.

What if one approaches recklessly and gets hit by the hail moved by Hosanna? What if it embeds in a hard-to-reach place like the head or the internal organs?...

The mere thought was terrifying, but it wasn't impossible. From experience, such situations often turn out worse than the worst imagined.

"Yes. So, as soon as the barrier is down, one of us should attack from a distance, and the other from close range. I will take the close range."

Yuder quickly volunteered, anticipating that Kishiar might choose close combat.

"Please use your aura, Commander."

"...Understood."

The man nodded after looking down at Yuder for a moment. He seemed confident that Yuder had accepted his 'best' just as he had accepted Yuder's.

After quickly exchanging opinions, Yuder stepped away from Kishiar, waiting for the right moment to lower the barrier. The first thing he saw was some arrogant fools, who, despite being ordered to evacuate, were not evacuating and instead were pointing fingers at Kanna.

"Why is the Cavalry only running away? Why isn't anyone here retrieving the body of Duke Herne?"

"We've instructed everyone to evacuate due to the emergency. There's a dangerous person in there."

"We said we would do it if you wouldn't! Why won't you let us go?"

"Just break through! Go and retrieve the Duke!"

Such bravado and foolish actions.

Before the knights, who dashed forth without a moment's hesitation, could reach their intended target, they locked eyes with someone amidst the bizarre hailstorm. Glimpsing the twisted, emaciated eyes of a young man from the southern lands, they instinctively furrowed their brows, their breath catching in the instant.

"Wha... What?"

Despite not yet breaking through the barrier, suddenly, their limbs disappeared as if cleanly sliced by a sharp blade. Moments later, the arms and legs, still seemingly in motion, reappeared at a nearby spot, only to drop to the ground with a thud.

"What...?!"

Stunned by the surreal scene, the knights, still twitching as if running, alternated their gaze between their floating limbs and themselves, eventually entangling and collapsing into each other.

Shock came first, followed by screams.

"Aaaagh!"

As blood burst from the reappeared limbs and torsos, they met their gruesome demise in an instant.

The one protesting to Kanna was struck dumb, helplessly collapsing upon witnessing the death of five knights.

"Ugh... Ah... Aaagh...!"

Kanna's expression, as she watched the scene, was as cold as a corpse.

Yuder too, with a face colder than hers, stared at the corpses.

It always happens like this. No matter how much they are warned and prepared, there are always those who court death in such a manner. The ones who suffer are those who, despite their efforts to prevent it, end up having to clean up the aftermath.

Perhaps, it's a reminder that some things in this world, no matter how hard one tries, cannot be stopped.

"..."

Unknown, but one thing was certain.

The near-suicidal deaths of these fools made it clearer just how dangerous Hosanna's movement ability could be. Fortunately, there was no longer a need for Kanna or the other Cavalry to warn anyone. The commotion caused by the protest had turned the evacuation quiet and efficient.

Kanna, not the least bit surprised, said to Yuder,

"...Yuder. I'll finish cleaning up the rest quickly, so don't push yourself. We'll be right behind you."

"..."

"If you get more hurt, no matter what you say, I'll intervene."

Yuder looked at her and slowly nodded.

The sickening sensation that had surged within him slowly dissipated upon hearing her words.

In the distance, Hosanna's cries and wails resonated.

'...I've never heard of a movement ability that can displace someone's limbs like this, but I have no intention of losing mine.'

Thud. Thud. The immense pressure continued from above, but there was still no sign of the monster.

'I'll decisively sever the neck before Hosanna notices me.'

Yuder cracked his neck and drew his sword.

After confirming that almost everyone had evacuated, he turned to Kishiar. Unlike before, where he had been expressionless, Kishiar now faintly lifted the corners of his mouth as he looked at Yuder.

It wasn't a smile of pleasure.

Kishiar, in fact, tended to smile more in adverse situations.

But that smile helped Yuder halt the unnecessary thoughts growing in his mind and regain his focus.

'Right...'

Prioritizing ending everything without further damaging Kishiar's vessel was all that filled his thoughts now.

The moment Yuder saw Kanna retreating to the rear, he dissolved the defensive barrier he had been maintaining to its limit.

-Boom!

With a tremendous burst of pressure, the hailstones that had been raging inside suddenly poured out. Believing that the Cavalry would handle it well, he stomped on the ground.

A single leap, stepping on the wind. His golden eyes, shining in the darkness and amidst the hail, accurately pinpointed Hosanna's location.

Hosanna was hunched over, embracing Nahan, muttering something. The sound, barely audible, trickled slowly into Yuder's heightened senses.

"...Young Master, I will... send you off. I will..."

The energy, on the verge of exploding, flickered. Yuder, twisting in mid-air, swung his sword toward Hosanna's head.

Simultaneously, Kishiar also released his aura with precise timing.

If all went as expected, the two forces would converge and sever Hosanna's neck.

If all went as expected, that is.

There's always an unexpected variable in the affairs of the world.

Just as his blade was about to strike, Yuder locked eyes with Hosanna.

In that moment, his vision whirled upside down.

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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.'