Turning

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"I've actually 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."

Her words came out unorganized and hasty, a result of her heart racing with the realization that this might be her only chance. She couldn't afford the luxury of choosing her words carefully or maintaining the barriers befitting her status and position.

The Cavalry members remained on high alert, wary of any aggressive response from Nahan, but surprisingly, he merely blinked slowly a few times with empty eyes and slightly turned his head towards the source of the sound, making no other movement.

Was he listening? Just as Kanna thought this, Myra, her throat tense with nerves, continued speaking in a slightly shaky voice.

"I've always regretted not learning more about you back then. I don't know what happened to you in our family to lead you to your current state, but I can guess to some extent. The anger and hatred you harbor towards our family seem justified."

"..."

"I never expected to meet you again like this, in such a place, and I'm not sure if you can even hear me now... but I felt like I had to say this now or never."

Nahan, who looked almost like a corpse, lay there without any reaction, just listening. The faint, ghostly illusions that barely clung to his body were silent, indicating that only he knew what he was thinking.

But not being able to understand his thoughts didn't mean one couldn't feel anything. At least, Kanna Wand felt that way.

In the silence, Kanna surprisingly did not sense any pain, rough anger, or hatred. Throughout her many experiences using her abilities to help her comrades trace Nahan's steps, she had never encountered such a situation before. It was astonishing to find such calmness in someone who, until their last moment, had been a whirlwind of harsh and terrible emotions.

"Lady Myra, if you have finished delivering your message, we should leave now. Do you have anything more to say?"

"...May I say more?"

Kanna glanced towards Nahan and sighed.

"Normally, it wouldn't be allowed, but... it seems okay for now. Just for a bit."

If there had been any hint of danger in Nahan's silence, Kanna would not have permitted it, but the silence now spoke of a complex inner turmoil, similar to what Yuder felt when thinking about Myra and Nahan.

With Kanna's permission, Myra hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"You might not be curious, but... the funeral held here today was for my half-brother, Ashrav, who was killed by some Awakeners while he was trying to collaborate with the Cavalry. And now, here I am, facing the death of another half-blood at the same place. He is an Awakener... Strange, isn't it?"

Myra spoke without tears, but those who saw her up close could tell she had cried a lot, drenched as she was in the sleet.

"Right now, I... I keep thinking, what if I had gone to meet you a bit sooner? I'll probably live with that thought for the rest of my life."

"..."

"If given the chance... I would ensure that the events of today never repeat under the name of Herne again," she expressed her desire, her voice faint but determined.

Suddenly, a sharp voice interrupted Myra's strained words. "I wondered why you fled so hastily alone, Myra. What are you doing now?"

Struggling to continue, Myra was caught off guard by this interruption. "You shouldn't come here, it's dangerous!"

"Is there anywhere in the South I cannot go?"

Kanna turned her head to find Duke Herne unexpectedly appearing. She frowned at the sight of him; even their brief encounter earlier had left her feeling his rotten interior, despite his beautiful exterior. And now, he had appeared here again.

Moreover, Duke Herne was not alone; he was leading a large entourage. Two servants held a large umbrella almost as big as a tent over him, and sturdy knights surrounded him to shield him from the hail.

There were even those laying cloth on the ground to prevent his shoes from getting muddy. It was an unbelievably grand procession, almost too grand to believe even while witnessing it.

"Running away from everyone to apologize to a violent criminal in Herne's name? Do you think yourself the master of Herne now?"

"Is that all you came here to say?" Myra retorted.

"Just that. If those who trusted you heard this, they would be greatly disappointed. Interestingly enough."

The Cavalry members tried to make Duke Herne retreat, but he wouldn't budge, seemingly eager to seize the opportunity to discredit his rebellious heir. In the midst of their dilemma, unable to use their power against a non-Awakener, Myra cried out in an agitated voice.

"Father! Any other day, I might understand, but please, not today. Do you know who that person is?"

"Why should I know that?"

"He is your child too, Father! One of your countless illegitimate children, a Southern mixed you kept locked away so thoroughly that he couldn't even go outside, remember?"

At this, Duke Herne momentarily shifted his lofty gaze to glance at Nahan, obscured by the foul weather and the members. He might not have seen clearly, but he could discern enough to recognize the burnt face and the hair color indicating Southern bloodline.

Then, Duke Herne turned away and said indifferently, "A Southern bastard? You should moderate your words that insult your parents. Had it not been your words, I would not have forgiven the insult to the name of Duke of Herne."

"Father, do you truly believe that none of what has happened, including the ruin of Ashrav's funeral and the events of today, is your fault?"

"Myra."

"If this is an insult, then punish me as you will. But I will keep saying the same thing until you apologize to that person. Herne has wronged too many children, children who had no choice in where they were born. How do you intend to atone for those sins, Father?"

"Myra!"

Slap. Myra's cheek was struck.

For a moment, everyone held their breath. Duke Herne, who had struck his daughter's cheek, sneered with a colder gaze than anyone else's.

"It's preposterous. You dare to bring up such baseless rumors here, relying on the mere backing of the Duke of Peletta and the Cavalry. You will be confined immediately upon your return. And a Southern bastard? Even if such a filthy thing exists, who would remember it!"

"Don't think I'm speaking without knowledge. You may silence those who want to pretend it never happened, but there will always be those who remember the truth. The existence of that person is no different...!"

Kanna stepped in front of Myra, blocking Duke Herne who had raised his hand as if to strike her cheek again. Duke Herne, looking at Kanna as if she were an insect obstructing his path, gave her a withering look before turning away.

"You claim to be Herne's heir, yet you have no understanding of the weight that Herne's blood carries."

"..."

"If all the vermin could become Herne, there would never be a Herne like today. And now, a vermin tainted with filthy Southern blood thinks to receive an apology just because it shares a bit of my blood? You are disgracing our family name."

Duke Herne turned and stepped out from under the umbrella. His servants hesitated, unsure whether to follow or not. The Duke walked a few steps towards Nahan and looked down in disgust at his bloodied, swollen body.

"You must not come closer!"

"Why hasn't the Cavalry killed this captured rebel yet? Are you hoping to extract any weaknesses of Herne from him? If so, I'll do it myself..."

As Duke Herne began to speak, Kanna made a decision.

This was too much. Despite the risks of meddling with a non-Awakener noble, she had to intervene.

"Everyone, escort Duke Herne outside...!"

"Father!"

"Everyone...!"

In that moment of chaos, with Duke Herne's knights, Myra, Kanna, each about to speak their mind, a tremendous force erupted from Nahan, who had been lying silently. It engulfed Duke Herne.

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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.'