Turning

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Yuder turned his back on Kishiar, leaving him behind. Although it was sheer willpower that moved his body beyond its limits, the presence that fortified this resolve was right behind him.

If he were to fall here, Kishiar's efforts and the risks he took to save him would all be in vain. It was this sole thought, coupled with an indescribable fiery emotion—perhaps anger—that enabled Yuder to forget all pain and walk upright.

Hosanna, despite his arm being severed and drenched in blood, had somehow flipped his body over and then crawled on the ground, inching forward little by little. With each small advance driven by his incredible willpower, his blood drew straight lines on the ground, painting it red. Despite the intensity of the hailstorm weakening, it still danced mercilessly around them.

Yuder saw the Cavalry members moving haphazardly, trying to block the swirling hail and counterattack.

Even though the strength of the hail had waned, the situation was still too fierce for anyone to break through to where Kishiar and Yuder were. Nonetheless, each member, pushing their abilities to the limit, relentlessly attacked Hosanna. Not a single one turned their back to flee.

Among them, Kanna, who lacked combat skills but stood at the frontline, bellowing commands, caught Yuder's eye.

No matter how much training the Cavalry had undergone, someone's command was essential for synchronized action. The presence of a leader, assessing the overall situation and signaling from the front, made a real difference in chaotic circumstances. And Kanna was performing this role exceptionally well. Despite knowing the dangers of being out front without any means of defense, she fiercely shouted orders and waved her injured hand, executing her role with a desperation unmatched by others.

Now, it was time for him to act, for them, and to execute the final move that Kishiar couldn't finish.

"..."

Emergency response methods, half-forgotten in his memory, began to naturally come to the forefront of his mind without conscious recall.

As he exhaled deeply and took a step forward, a thin wind power climbed his arm, tightly binding his frayed sleeve cuffs. The material, stiff as wooden splints, provided a makeshift support and would allow him to wield his sword for a short time.

When he took another step, the ground beneath him slightly writhed, solidifying the path ahead. It was a comical sight, solidifying just enough space to step on, but it would prevent him from sinking into the mire and stealthily create an opening.

Stepping on this makeshift bridge-like path, Yuder entered the range of Hosanna's power, and the hailstones whirled violently. He no longer had the strength to raise a shield against them, but one clear fact remained.

These hailstones were, after all, part of nature.

Even in his weakened state, they were ultimately gentle and yielding to Yuder.

An old memory surfaced unbidden during Kishiar's earlier attack. Even when he was utterly drained, fighting monsters, and had fallen into a river, that very river had gently carried the severely injured Yuder, laying him softly upon the land.

Even if the path ahead was obscured, as long as one held onto certain truths, moving forward would no longer be a difficult task.

Yuder gritted his teeth and ran on the solid path. As soon as he moved, the Cavalry's attack noticeably weakened. Realizing Yuder's intent to kill Hosanna, they had shifted their focus to supportive abilities, clearing the way for him.

Thanks to this, Yuder progressed without being hit by the hailstones, which seemed to avoid him miraculously. Amidst the immense shock as if his body would burst open at any moment, he began to hear Hosanna's murmuring mixed with the wind.

"...You wouldn't know, Young Master. Once, a long time ago... when you came to the Southern Lands... someone told you to find them... a place I knew... where I lived briefly as a child... a good place..."

"I... thought that person was your mother... I should have sent you there earlier... Even if I thought it wasn't your wish, I should have gone... Why am I always like this... foolish and regretful..."

"But still... there's still time... I... still have a use... it's not over yet..."

"..."

Yuder, who had been unwavering, hesitated momentarily upon hearing the last of Hosanna's murmurs.

'Still? What does he mean by still?'

At the end of Hosanna's path, Nahan's body lay in tranquil repose, as if untouched by the hailstorm's fury. Hosanna's raging power and the hail had miraculously spared the area around him.

The body appeared rigid, a blood-soaked form showing no sign of strength.

It seemed improbable that Nahan, having exerted his last energy in a rampage, was still alive.

Yet, Hosanna was desperately crawling towards him, not just to guard Nahan's side but with a clear objective, repeatedly muttering to himself.

"I will take you there... I can do it… I am able..."

Yuder then remembered that Hosanna had been muttering similar words right before his last attack failed.

'Could it be?'

Was Nahan still alive?

Yuder's mind spun rapidly amid the confusion, quickly revisiting past memories, searching for what he might have missed. The only thing he had confirmed himself was Nahan's lack of response after the Duke of Herne's death. He hadn't been able to check if Nahan was breathing up close due to Hosanna's sudden appearance.

Of course, the likelihood was higher that Hosanna was delirious and speaking nonsense.

But what if Nahan was still alive?

That damned ability of his. Wasn't it an infuriating illusion, optimized for deceiving the eyes, senses, and perception of others?

'Damn it.'

With a curse he couldn't remember how many times he had uttered that day, Yuder clenched his sword. The pain was suffocating, blinding him, but it didn't matter.

Hosanna was just a crawl away from reaching Nahan again.

If he continued like this, he wouldn't reach them before they made contact.

Drawing a deep breath, as if to expand his fractured chest, Yuder shouted loudly.

"Cavalry! Full assault!"

He resolved that regardless of what happened to him, he must send the signal for a simultaneous attack and hurled himself into the fray without reservation. Amidst the sensation of heavy hailstones, like stones, battering his entire body, he kept his eyes open, focused solely on the back of Hosanna's head as he crawled determinedly across the ground.

Hosanna stretched out his unsevered, wound-covered hand.

Yuder pushed off the ground, leaping forward again.

Hosanna's hand trembled as it neared Nahan's body, almost touching it.

Yuder raised his sword high.

'No, it's too slow.'

In moments when his body refused to obey, there was always one thing he desperately wished to move – that part of him that had become more than just a limb, the power of an Awakener.

Although his strength was already spent, he knew there was still a fundamental seed within. In his veins, coursing through his belly, was the origin of the Red Stone's power that he carried within – a force that must still be present.

He knew it was dangerous, but that power had always cleared the way whenever he needed it. That was all he could rely on now.

'Please. Now!'

With a fervent cry, he widened his eyes and swung his sword.

Beneath the armor, invisible to the eye, the blood-red veins on the back of his hand surged momentarily, extending up his forearm, to his shoulder, neck, face, eyes, chest, and continuously unimpeded to his heart, finally reaching the empty mana hole deep within his abdomen.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

A resistance as if questioning whether he could overcome this barrier, and an excruciating pain as if his entire body would burst.

Without hesitation, he chose to go beyond.

Whooaah!

A bright red flame traveled up his sword, melting all the hail in its path, and shot straight forward, piercing Hosanna mightily.

Gulping for air, Hosanna's hand, now sprawled on the ground, finally touched the hem of Nahan's garment.

Moments later, a massive explosion erupted from where Hosanna had been.

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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.'