Turning

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From the quietly fallen Nahan, a tremendous power burst forth, overwhelming Duke Herne. The terrifying aspect of mental abilities lies in their near impossibility to be blocked. An invisible, formless power is difficult to counter, even for fellow Awakeners, let alone for those without any power.

Struck squarely by the abilities emanating from Nahan, Duke Herne froze as if struck by lightning.

His eyes wide open. A dreadful silence pierced through for a moment.

Shortly after, the Duke's body stiffened like a log, trembling uncontrollably. His grey eyes rolled back, and a groan, barely resembling speech, escaped his lips.

'G-g-g...'

Then, an explosion.

Kanna Wand momentarily fainted from the overwhelming burst of information emanating from Duke Herne.

"It felt like reading a person's entire life in an instant, no. It was like centuries of time compressed and unleashed in a single moment. And those centuries were filled with nothing but pain and fear... Do you understand?"

After her explanation, Kanna, pale-faced, struggled to describe the sensations she had last felt. It was an abstract description, but Yuder immediately understood its meaning.

"I know what it is. I've seen that attack before."

He had felt a similar sensation when Nahan last attacked him. A blink of an eye stretched into an eternity, and in that eternity, he experienced all the pain he had ever felt, infinitely.

Yuder endured it, but Duke Herne did not.

As a result, the Duke, as if having swallowed a bomb, was covered in clots of blood, dying instantly, turning into a pool of blood. His death, though brief from an outsider's perspective, must have felt like an endless repetition of centuries of accumulated fear and pain, just as Kanna described.

It was the most terrifying revenge that only Nahan could execute.

Yuder turned his gaze toward where Nahan had been, over the unrecognizable pile of blood. The faint, eerie energy that had been emanating from there was no longer visible.

A lifeless body.

"..."

Yuder remained silent for a moment before turning his eyes back to Kanna. She was covered in blood splattered from Duke Herne's death, but the reflection in her blue eyes made her look even more battered.

"...It's not your fault. We need to clean up first. You should..."

Boom.

Suddenly, the air vibrated intensely again.

This vibration was similar yet different from the immense power felt during Duke Herne's death. It originated from above, precisely from the cracks in the sky.

Instincts, like those of a small animal in the presence of a great predator, warned of danger. People, staggering with the thrill running from head to toe, raised their heads to discover three expanding cracks in the sky, resembling the eyes of a massive demon, and something indescribable writhing within like worms.

"What is that, what?!"

"Oh God..."

Those still shocked by the recent events screamed reflexively. Panic ensued, with people clutching their heads, running away, or falling into a state of breathlessness from the overwhelming fear.

Yuder bit his lip hard as he observed the scene. It hadn't been long since he had expressed his hope to Kishiar that things could be resolved just as they were, yet now, the cracks were opening.

'Damn that Duke Herne...'

Though dead, Yuder felt an overwhelming urge to beat him once more and then bury him with his own hands. What was the reasoning of a man who valued his life so dearly that he wouldn't even venture into the capital, to come crawling to his own deathbed?

Shouldn't one at least try to preserve one's life?

Even if it was a dying Awakener, an Awakener was still an Awakener. They possess a power and danger incomparable to the non-Awakeners. It had been a long time since Yuder had felt so acutely that the people of this era truly understood neither the significance of this power nor its implications. The world before his eyes, which had just calmed with the help of divine power, swirled dizzily once again.

'First... no monsters have emerged yet. If we can find a way to close the cracks in this state, and then...'

Boom!

Suddenly, there was the sound of the air settling. The crack widened a bit more, and hail began to pound heavily on his shoulders and back.

'What? Nahan and Duke Herne are dead, and yet the cracks are opening again...?'

"Yuder. Behind!"

A man's voice, unmistakable from anywhere, reached Yuder's ears as he stared at the cracks. Swiftly turning his head, Yuder glimpsed a shadow hunched like a tomb amidst the cascading avalanche of ice, and he hesitated for a moment.

"..."

A twisted figure, shrouded in an ominous aura, weeping blood-stained tears with sunken eyes. The last being Yuder had hoped would not appear in this situation, Hosanna, was there.

"Ah..."

Hosanna's hollow, sunken eyes gazed deeply at the pool of blood spreading wide and Nahan's body lying submerged in it. His trembling body blurred and flickered, disappearing and reappearing continuously.

Seeing the Cavalry members approaching from a distance, Yuder instinctively realized that Hosanna had used his powers to get here.

'Damn it.'

It was the worst-case scenario. Nahan had killed Duke Herne, and now, of all times, Hosanna had discovered the scene.

"Ahahah..."

The ongoing cries rapidly intensified. A strong premonition of an imminent rampage sent shivers through his skin.

Like a lantern flickering on and off, the eerie and unstable aura instinctively made his skin crawl.

"Ah... Ahahah... Ahahahaha!!"

The agonizing, heart-wrenching screams unnaturally amplified, turning the falling hail into explosive bombs. Yuder reflexively gathered his strength to create a protective barrier of wind around him.

"Ugh..."

Puff-puff-puff. Numerous chunks of ice bombarded the shield, followed by a tremendous shock. Yuder forcibly swallowed the blood welling up inside him. The whirlwind of hail spinning wildly near Hosanna was so powerful that even a single touch could severely injure a non-Awakener.

"Yuder!"

"Don't come to me... evacuate quickly!"

Under normal circumstances, it might have been different, but in this situation, it was uncertain how perfectly he could maintain the shield. He gestured to Kanna, who was approaching to help, to stay away and pointed towards Myra, who was still sitting dazedly, prompting Kanna to clench her teeth and back away.

"...Your Highness!"

Yuder frowned at the impact of the hail battering the shield as he watched Kanna move away. Defending against the hail was already taxing, and he couldn't properly focus on the increasingly thunderous pressure and the cracks overhead.

'Damn it.'

To make matters worse, a hailstone the size of a fist struck his forehead, eliciting a curse as he staggered. Then, a large hand reached out, enveloping Yuder's shoulder and head.

"Are you alright?"

Kishiar asked emotionlessly, wiping the blood from Yuder's forehead. His own face and body were also battered and scratched due to the intensifying hail. Yuder felt a surge of warmth inside him, seeing Kishiar, unattended to his own injuries, solely focused on him.

Yuder swallowed hard before replying.

"...Yes. I'm fine."

"How much longer can you hold it?"

"Actually, rather than holding it... I think it would be better to quickly kill that one over there..."

Before he could finish his sentence, another onslaught of hail from Hosanna's direction battered the shield, swirling madly. Even as Yuder waved his hand roughly to reinforce the shield, it appeared precarious. Grinding his teeth, attempting to muster more strength, Kishiar grasped his hand.

Immediately, an invisible force enveloped Yuder's power, reinforcing the wind barrier. It felt as though a stronger wall was pushing back the internal turmoil from the outside.

Only then did Yuder exhale. His body felt relieved, but his heart grew heavier. It meant that as much as he was eased, Kishiar was being strained further.

"I'm fine. You should head towards the cracks; They're opening."

"...I'm still okay. Nathan is there."

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

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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.'