Turning

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Chapter 821

"Don't worry. Nothing like that will happen," Kishiar assured with a smile, comforting the distressed Gakane.

"With me here, would a member of my Cavalry really be arrested for such a minor incident?"

In truth, Gakane's judgment wasn't entirely off. The issue was that their opponent was not a brainwashed impostor, but a brainwashed real Crown Prince.

"Who would have believed him to be the Crown Prince in that situation? It was a good decision to quickly separate him from the dangerous scene as he was a non-Awakener, unable to properly perceive his surroundings due to brainwashing. It was nothing more than acting according to the Cavalry’s training."

"Well, that is true, but..."

"Even if I were there, I might have acted the same, or perhaps, even more harshly subdued him. So, it was a very moderate judgment. If anything, you deserve praise."

In fact, such a statement was somewhat unusual for the usually composed Kishiar. Their Cavalry Commander was never known for rough actions in any situation. He was always efficient, preferring an elegant style of combat that effortlessly brought down opponents with minimal effort, and he certainly had the skill to spare.

"Having heard that from the Commander, I feel a bit relieved... Haha."

"Rather than a bit, you should be completely at ease. Even if the Crown Prince wakes up and tries to find out who did this, he won't be able to find the culprit. You've done well enough that I don't regret not arriving sooner. Let's talk more about this once today's ordeal is over."

Kishiar lightly patted Gakane's shoulder, followed by Yuder, who, breaking his usual silence since the incident of hitting the Crown Prince, touched and then removed his hand from the other shoulder.

"You've done well."

Kishiar was a superior who was already known for kindly addressing his members. However, this was usually in the form of gentle advice, delicately discerning and informing about improvements in skills or mindset, not such lavish praise.

Yuder was the complete opposite of such a leader. In the Cavalry, there was a joke that the only beings never to receive criticism from his keen eyes were the cat Nipolen and Commander Kishiar. Gakane, who had received more personal training from him than anyone, knew very well how coldly rational he was in his acknowledgments and judgments.

That both of these men simultaneously acknowledged and praised Gakane Bolunwald was enough to make him feel like he could forget all his troubles.

The faces of the southern nobles who had been unpleasantly commenting on his appearance just moments ago, his body in disarray from running and rolling around in the slushy snow, and the anxiety he felt while trying to alert the inside of the chapel to the emergency situation—all of it seemed to melt away from his mind.

'Indeed, I love the Cavalry. I'm really glad I chose to be in the Cavalry and not a knight!'

Even if it was because he unknowingly hit the back of the Crown Prince's head hard, what of it?

"If Commander and Yuder think it's fine, then there's no problem. Even if there is... now it doesn't seem to matter anymore!"

Gakane Bolunwald had long since adopted the mindset of a fine member of the Cavalry.

"So, right now, are Kurga and Sunz still dealing with those guys over there?"

Lost in his emotions, Gakane quickly regained his focus at Yuder's question and nodded rapidly.

“To be precise, Nahan and the sage were both engaged in a fierce battle, unleashing their powers against each other. During this conflict, they were both endlessly hostile towards us. We were trying to contain the damage caused by their abilities, preventing it from spreading to the non-Awakeners. This was our plan until you and the Commander's arrival.”

According to Gakane, the sage, though alone, had managed to brainwash a few of Nahan's comrades to switch sides. Additionally, the sage used some noble non-Awakeners that he initially intended to contact as shields in his resistance.

It was truly remarkable how, in such a short time, he had demonstrated such formidable brainwashing abilities.

"They seem to think that each other is in a cooperative relationship with us, but there's no need to correct their misunderstanding," Gakane noted.

However, even for skilled Cavalry members like Gakane and Kuraga, directly confronting Nahan and the sage was perilous. Gakane, having already had a bitter experience when they crossed paths in the capital, knew this all too well.

Therefore, Gakane made a much more calculated decision this time.

He resolved not to overestimate his own strength. Prioritizing the safety of his comrades and those around him, he calmed anyone overly agitated. They also moved cunningly to prevent the enemy from detecting their actions.

"So, we prioritized holding out and maintaining communication until the evacuation was complete and you and the Commander arrived. As long as we can keep both sides from escaping until then, everything should work out," he explained.

This was indeed an excellent judgment, aside from the fact that he had struck the Crown Prince and forced him to be evacuated.

Despite his successes, Gakane felt embarrassed that he had failed to prevent a window from shattering due to an ability launched by one of Nahan's followers, while he was signaling the chapel.

"Ah, but compared to the sage, Nahan seemed in a worse state than in the capital," Gakane observed.

"Do you mean his injuries looked more severe?" Yuder asked.

"There’s that too, and... well, how should I put it?"

Gakane, with a troubled expression, carefully chose his next words.

"I thought that as soon as Nahan appeared, he would immediately use his powers on the sage and the other non-Awakeners. But instead, he just watched as his comrades pressured the sage. It was as if he knew that was a more effective way to corner the sage."

"..."

"Uh... Honestly, he looked so bad, it wouldn't be surprising if he dropped dead... Maybe it's vengeance that's keeping him going."

Gakane frowned and shrugged slightly. The mere thought seemed to send shivers down his spine. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he added, "Ah, speaking of which, there was someone strange among Nahan's group."

"Strange person?"

"Not as much as the sage, but an older-looking person... I feel like I've seen him somewhere... He was an Awakener who seemed to have difficulty moving, but he was right by Nahan's side. Or perhaps, he was being held captive?"

Gakane, overwhelmed, couldn't recall further details.

An older-looking Awakener who seemed familiar.

And the sage, who appeared alone.

Yuder, feeling an odd sense of deja vu, remained silent.

'Hmm... Could it be?'

Just then, another loud explosion came from the direction of the battle, snapping Yuder's drifting mind back into sharp focus.

Yuder, realizing that this was not the time to continue the conversation, immediately turned his head. His gaze met with Kishiar's, whose red eyes seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

He knew that as long as Kishiar was there, there was no need to worry about what lay behind. It had always been so.

In the relaxed eyes of his counterpart, Yuder could see a level of trust matching his own.

He had felt it before, when facing monsters raining down from the sky – a strange, reassuring, and unfamiliar feeling.

"Commander. Please give your order. Where shall we start?"

Kishiar said, with a cool yet affectionate smile.

"Nahan and the sage. Both, coincidentally, are troublesome mental-type Awakeners. But I have some regrets about the one who slipped through my fingers last time."

This meant that Kishiar wanted to confront Nahan.

Knowing how formidable Nahan's abilities were, Yuder felt a twinge of concern, but he quickly shook it off.

"Understood. I'll capture the sage first."

"That was quick."

While receiving Gakane’s report, a blue aura began to rise along the blade of Kishiar's sword, which had been momentarily dim. Simultaneously, a golden light flickered in one of Yuder's eyes, eagerly anticipating the upcoming battle, baring his teeth in a ferocious grin.

The two of them, without regard for who led, rushed towards the site of the battle. Gakane followed, leading a shadowy procession, guarding the surroundings.

At the same time, at the rear entrance of the chaotic temple, First Princess Myra, busy directing the soldiers, spotted someone struggling to enter amidst the fleeing crowd.

The person seemed to be injured, limping. It was odd that instead of escaping the temple, he was trying to get back in. Myra immediately grabbed and turned the person around.

"Hey! Didn't you hear that you're not supposed to go in?"

The skinny man flinched and turned around in surprise. It was then that Myra realized he was a foreigner from the southern lands.

"Are you a worker at the temple? Or a servant of someone inside?"

"I, I am..."

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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."

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'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.

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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.'