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Turning

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Chapter 812

The necklace around Hosanna's neck suddenly cracked with a crisp sound and broke apart.

"...What...?"

Before he could even react, Hosanna's figure vanished from the eyes of the member in an instant.

"What, what?!"

The arm of the member, who had tried to catch Hosanna, flailed powerlessly through the air and fell to the ground. He stared blankly, as if time had stopped, and then let out a cry of horror.

"Emergency! The prisoner has escaped!"

The member had certainly let his guard down. However, as with all things in life, not everything was his fault.

The weather was exceptionally bad, and on that day, no members were outside the branch.

The Eldore siblings, caught up in their excitement, had carelessly failed to completely control the information.

Kanna, having left her post, entrusted Hosanna to someone unfamiliar with him, and everyone momentarily overlooked how this fragile Awakener young man had astonishingly and rapidly recovered his abilities in the face of desperation.

The strange sensation Kanna had felt before she left was Hosanna's power growing explosively in the face of immense desperation and anxiety, shaking the control necklace.

Despite his appearance and personality making it difficult to recognize, Hosanna was an Awakener with tremendous potential, even judged by Yuder Aile as having no equal in the future in terms of mobility.

Even the suppression device, which functioned within Reneve's domain, weakened once outside. Still in its prototype phase, it was unprepared for the sudden increase in the power it was suppressing.

And all these factors together gave Hosanna his chance.

The startled unit members quickly emerged to search for Hosanna. Some swiftly headed toward their Commander and colleagues.

In the chaos, even the prisoners trapped underground sensed something unusual.

"What's happening? What's going on outside?"

Most were anxious or curious, but one man in solitary confinement was different.

The man named Aton, shackled with knightly fetters on his hands and feet and wearing a power suppression collar, opened his eyes quietly, listening to the faint sounds of running. His keen senses, honed by his exceptional swordsmanship, quickly discerned the problem outside.

'Someone has escaped. It's surprising that someone could break through those demonic guys.'

He thought of the demonic-tongued Commander of the Cavalry with a beautiful face, and the black-haired monster who had thrown him down to the very bottom of the underground.

They must have thought they could learn something by imprisoning Aton here, but he wasn't overly concerned about what would happen after his capture.

There were many who could take his place.

The balance of this land was already tipping. What Aton did was merely drill a small hole in an already tilting ship, but once a hole is made, it only takes a slight shake for water to start leaking.

And that time might just be now.

Ding-

Above the heads of those breathlessly running, amidst the coldly swirling sleet, the first bell toll echoed from a distant bell tower.

It was a solemn sound, signaling the start of the funeral.

—

Listening to the long, continuous bell tolls, Yuder momentarily turned his gaze toward the bell tower.

But this was only a brief diversion; he soon turned his head back to gaze at the scene before him.

Under the dark storm clouds, a large temple built in the Southern style was visible. The interior and courtyard of the temple, draped in black curtains, indicated a funeral was underway. Already, it was filled with people dressed in black.

This was where the funeral of the Second Prince Ashrav was to be held today. There were so many people that it looked as if all the nobles of the South had come to attend.

However, to be honest, the atmosphere of the funeral, as seen through Yuder's eyes, seemed more like a party. There were hardly any mourners, and many seemed to be using the opportunity to engage in conversation.

Kishiar, seated in a slowly moving carriage in line to get off at the entrance of the funeral site, observed this scene and remarked,

"Well, for them, attending a funeral of someone from the Herne family must be a quite common experience. Isn't that right, Gakane, Kurga?"

Gakane and Kurga, who had come with him for the day, were both from the South. One, though fallen from nobility, belonged to a noble family, and the other was the child of a humble fisherman.

Yet, both nodded simultaneously at Kishiar's words.

"Yes, that's right."

"I remember hearing several times about funerals at the Herne Ducal House when I was younger. I've never attended one in person, though."

"Yes. But even so, we can't exactly say that this atmosphere is the most respectful. Let's make sure we stay solemn once we go in."

"Understood."

The carriage carried six passengers: Kishiar, Yuder, Gakane, Kurga, and also Sunz and Emon.

The reason Sunz and Emon were here was simple: General Gino had also decided to attend this funeral.

Yuder, as usual, was there to assist Kishiar. Gakane and Kurga were filling in for two members who couldn't make it. And Nathan Zuckerman, busy with other matters, was due to join them later.

Finally, their carriage stopped at the entrance of the temple.

There was no announcer to introduce the arrivals, as it wasn't a party. Nevertheless, those who were chatting turned their heads in silence towards them.

It was expected. When Kishiar La Orr appeared, it was typical for people to fix their gaze on him, whether they liked him or not.

Even if most had only heard of him through rumors, the reaction was the same.

"Ah..."

"Is that Duke Peletta?"

"Was he invited? How did he get here?"

Regardless of the murmurs, Kishiar walked confidently with a smile, followed by Yuder, Kurga, Gakane, Sunz, and Emon.

Among the people, who dared not speak, a familiar face suddenly popped up.

"Oh! Your Highness, you've arrived."

"General Gino. You were already here."

"Hello, General."

General Gino, dressed in the formal uniform worn by generals at official events, greeted them with a commanding presence. Beside him stood his subordinates, among whom Yuder noticed Sunz and Emon showing great pleasure at seeing one of them.

A short-haired woman, obviously well-trained. She must be adjutant Meghna Kurlieva.

"It seems Your Highness's excellent adjutant couldn't make it today. I was looking forward to it as I brought Meghna with me today. It's a shame."

"Nathan, you mean? He might come later, so you might get a chance to meet him."

"Oh, is that so? Meghna, It seems God has not forsaken us."

At General Gino's jest, Meghna Kurlieva gave a slight smile. She was said to be in her forties, but at a glance, she appeared only in her late twenties. It was a testament to her immense training.

'Being touted as the next swordmaster doesn't seem to be an exaggeration.'

Yuder, noticing Sunz's hesitant desire to greet Meghna, nudged him lightly in the ribs.

"Ouch!"

"Has Special Officer Galexentre Balfors also arrived here?"

There seemed to be someone who fit the description, but since it had been a long time since Yuder had last seen Galexentre Balfors, he needed confirmation.

"Ah... yes, there he is. Among the people behind adjutant Kurlieva, he's the tallest one."

'Indeed, it's him.'

Yuder scrutinized the face of the man Sunz pointed out. The face, faint in his memory, now looked younger and more foolish.

Galexentre appeared distracted, glancing around aimlessly. Had he not been in the Imperial Army uniform, he might have been mistaken for a clueless newcomer.

Noticing Yuder's gaze, Galexentre's expression contorted as if he had chewed on something bitter, while Yuder slightly lifted one corner of his lips.

'Coming here on his own accord. I should be thankful. What a fool.'

Ding- The distant bell tolled again, its count lost in time. General Gino, who was engaged in a conversation with Kishiar, turned his head at the sound.

"Oh, we should probably head into the chapel now. Will you join us?"

"Indeed."

Anyone could come to the temple to pay their respects today.

However, only those directly invited by the deceased's immediate family could enter the chapel where the formal funeral would take place, and they were allowed only one companion. Hence, aside from Kishiar, Yuder, General Gino, and Meghna Kurlieva, the rest had to stay outside.

Yuder, representing Kishiar, instructed their companions on their tasks.

"Gakane, Kurga, I'm not leaving you outside just to watch the carriage. You know that better than anyone."

"Of course, Yuder."

"There's a chance something might happen, so find a spot and keep watch. You can handle it."

"Good. Sunz and Emon will help you. Don't let your guard down. If anything happens, Gakane, you contact me."

"I'll send a shadow right away. Don't worry."

Gakane responded with a determined face.

'Gakane himself is not a concern, but the foolish nobles who have been staring at him since we arrived are a bit worrying.'

Most seemed interested in Gakane's appearance, but one could never be too sure. Given that Gakane was from the South, it was highly likely that someone here recognized him.

Nevertheless, the reason Gakane had come this far was because of the trust in his skills and capabilities.

After patting Gakane and Kurga on the shoulders, Yuder turned around. Kishiar was waiting for him with a smile.

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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.'

[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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