Turning

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Before Yuder could even think of a response, he was violently thrown back by a bright blue aura that shot toward him head-on. It was a semicircular blade energy released by none other than Kishiar.

Someone screamed, but there was no time to check towards Kishiar.

The window for decision was incredibly brief. Yuder, without halting his sword aimed at Hosanna, swung it forcefully enough to tear his arm's muscles, setting the blade askew to confront the oncoming aura—

Boom!!

An immense shock hit his entire body.

It felt vaguely like the time he had fallen off a cliff and crashed into a river.

The shock was so intense that it evoked such distant memories. Yuder was sent flying like a leaf caught in a fierce wind.

Even if he managed to avoid the incoming aura using his abilities, dodging Yuder, who attacked like a bolt from a blind spot, would be even more impossible. Conversely, if Hosanna sensed Yuder's attack first and responded, then Kishiar's aura would have hit its target without a chance to escape.

The entire sequence would happen in less time than it takes to blink.

The plan was the fastest and most concise, and therefore, impossible to evade. It was far from a simple attack that could be easily blocked by someone crazed with grief and on the brink of rampage.

However, Hosanna noticed Yuder charging from the blind spot first, and immediately teleported him right into Kishiar's aura, striking a critical blow.

It was like a strategy game where moving a single piece caused the enemies to collide from front and back.

"Damn it."

Hosanna, not being familiar with combat, must have been lucky, but thanks to that, Yuder had the unprecedented experience of confronting Kishiar's aura head-on.

Swept away by the tremendous force, he was unable to regain his senses, but his extensive experience told him that a secondary impact would soon follow as he crashed to the ground. The moment he had faced Kishiar's formidable aura head-on, his feeble defense shattered instantly, leaving him to rely on his well-practiced falling technique. Yuder braced himself, clenching his teeth tightly.

But, as expected, his body did not crash into the ground or any terrain.

His flying form suddenly slowed as if caught by an invisible force. Just before Yuder twisted in mid-air and began to fall slower, a man swooped in like an arrow and caught him. Together, they rolled on the ground as one entity.

"Cough, hack, cough!"

His body, scraped against the ground battered by sleet and hail, felt numb and on the verge of passing out.

Yuder's vision flickered, but he barely managed to grit his teeth and lift his head. The person embracing him from behind, undoubtedly, was Kishiar.

The moment he saw the man's face, almost bloodied and pale as a corpse with closed eyes, Yuder felt his heart momentarily stop. He hurriedly wriggled out of Kishiar's embrace and stood up.

Swallowing hard, Yuder attempted to raise his arms but found his body uncooperative. It was only when he lowered his gaze that he realized his sword had been flung away and his arms hung awkwardly, as if broken.

Indeed, the aura unleashed was no ordinary force. It was an attack from a swordsman who had left a mark rivaling that of the first emperor, hailed as the greatest swordmaster in history, for the first time in a thousand years. In his previous life, Yuder had never encountered a swordmaster with such formidable power. It was inevitable that he suffered these consequences, having hastily blocked such a powerful strike with a single sword, without proper defense.

Fortunately, his exceptionally sturdy sword had absorbed most of the shock, sparing him from worse damage.

"...Commander..."

As he gritted his teeth and gasped for air, Kishiar slowly opened his eyes. At that moment, fresh blood trickled down from beneath his nose.

Internal injuries were worse than external ones, and it was common for those with internal injuries to bleed from the nose first.

Exhausted, Yuder's golden eye flickered as he scanned Kishiar's body. Although his vision was blurred and judgments unclear, he instinctively knew that Kishiar's condition was dire.

-Yuder.

As Yuder intently observed Kishiar's interior, a faint call reached his ears. It was softer than the sound of hail breaking but thunderous to Yuder.

Lifting his gaze to meet Kishiar's red eyes, Kishiar asked,

"...Are you alright? How's your condition?"

Was that really the first thing he would ask in such a situation?

Yuder felt a surge of anger. Did he appear to be someone who couldn't withstand a single aura strike and was on the brink of death? Why did Kishiar prioritize saving him over his own critical condition?

The notion infuriated Yuder, and though his lips trembled, he remained silent.

The reason was simple.

Yuder Aile understood better than anyone why Kishiar had rushed to his aid.

This realization infuriated Yuder even more.

Struggling to breathe and unable to respond, Kishiar's lips faintly twitched upwards before settling back down. Lying down, he weakly gestured towards Yuder's back.

"...I anticipated this might happen and was prepared. But once the aura is unleashed, even I can't completely... Anyway..."

"Don't speak."

"Look behind."

Barely turning his head, Yuder saw Hosanna lying on the ground, an arm severed. Though not yet dead, the intensity of the hailstorm swirling around him was significantly diminished compared to before.

In the distance, the Cavalry members fought desperately to break through.

Hosanna, with an arm severed, signified one thing.

After syncing with Yuder and releasing an aura, Kishiar realized his failure and launched a second, more potent attack. Having already strained himself with two long-range attacks, which demanded immense power even for a swordmaster, Kishiar had then used his Awakener's abilities to save Yuder, leading to their current predicament.

Yuder's head spun dizzily.

"...This is as far as my strategy goes. In the end, I couldn't finish it off clearly because of the erratic wind. So, the real ending... I think I'll have to ask for help."

"..."

"Is it possible?"

Yuder bowed his head, catching sight of his disheveled arm. Thankfully, his tattered ceremonial robe covered it, making the extent of the injury underneath less apparent.

Thanks to his magic-infused gloves, at least his wrists and fingers remained unscathed, more so than any other part of his body in this situation. Yuder slowly clenched and unclenched his fingers. Despite the spine-chilling pain that crept up his back, he could still hold a sword.

Yes, if his fingers were intact, he could wield a sword.

In even worse situations, he had always risen, advanced, and successfully employed his abilities to achieve his goals.

Why should this time be any different?

Without turning his head, Yuder reached out his hand. Moments later, a sword flew to him from somewhere, landing firmly in his grasp. It was covered in dirt, but the blade was still sharp. Yuder clenched the familiar handle.

But before standing up, he had something to say to Kishiar.

He looked at Kishiar more intensely than ever before, both fiercely and coldly, and spoke.

"Stay exactly as you are until I return from finishing this. If you use your powers again, even if you are the Commander, I will not forgive you."

Kishiar's eyes widened slightly.

After a moment, he closed his mouth, relaxed his eyebrows, and exhaled thinly. With a bittersweet, loving, and strangely joyful smile, he slowly nodded his head.

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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.'