Chapter 819

Turning

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Chapter 819

In a scene akin to a miracle, Yuder turned his head towards Duke Herne, who had fallen to the ground, and spoke.

"Did you just ask me to remove people without laying a hand on them?"

"..."

"It seems everyone can now leave through that hole over there."

Duke Herne's expression crumpled. People, who felt as if time had momentarily stopped, finally regained their senses and began to speak coherently, though it was mostly indistinguishable from screams.

"Move aside! Get out of the way!"

"Help me up!"

"Protect His Highness Duke Herne! Quickly, escort him out!"

Amid the scramble to escape, the cries for help, and the private soldiers trying to protect Duke Herne, it was hard to distinguish one person from another.

The situation almost escalated into a secondary disaster due to the crowded people, but Yuder wasn't worried. He knew they were accompanied by someone far more reliable than anyone else.

As expected, soon a crisp, clear sound reverberated from somewhere.

"Those who can move on their own, follow General Gino and his adjutant. And those who are unable to move and need assistance, stay put and raise your hands."

The voice wasn't particularly loud, yet it resonated in everyone's mind, calm and commanding.

The confused crowd involuntarily turned their gaze in unison.

Kishiar La Orr, in an immaculate black evening suit, was there, clutching a sword that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The crowd was momentarily mesmerized by the soft blue glow emanating from his sword.

It was, undoubtedly, the mark of a swordmaster, along with the appearance of the rumored legendary divine sword.

"Yuder, can you maintain the current situation until everyone here has escaped?"

"Yes, even if you ask me to maintain it until sunset, there will be no problem."

Hearing Yuder's response, Kishiar's lips curved upward.

"Good. When you raise your hands, First Princess Myra and I will go to those in need of help. Thanks to the presence of the strongest Awakener of the Cavalry Division, no one is hurt, and the building is safe as well. Everyone, move calmly."

His seamless command was precisely what was needed in this situation. People realized anew that they were in the presence of not one but two precious swordmasters and an Awakener of noble status, despite his commoner origins.

Was there anywhere in the world safer than this place?

As those who had been screaming in excitement fell silent as if under a spell, the rest became obediently quiet. The voices of General Gino, his adjutant Meghna Kurlieva, and First Princess Myra became clearer.

"Everyone, this way! We will exit through the garden!"

"Be careful not to step on the broken fragments!"

"Over there! Your father is here. It seems hard for him to get up, so carry him out!"

As everyone regained their composure, their movements became significantly faster. While General Gino and Meghna gathered people toward a safe exit, the private soldiers of the Herne family followed Myra's instructions to protect the Duke and the women accompanying him.

Kishiar approached those who couldn't stand and were raising their hands for help, extending his own hand to them. Those who had sprained their ankles or suffered minor injuries were surprised by the Duke's strength, which easily helped them to their feet.

In fact, it was simply by using his abilities that Duke Peletta had lifted the people from the ground, and he was merely holding their hands to prevent them from being startled. However, those who were not Awakeners could not comprehend this extent. Everyone was unwittingly overwhelmed by the power of Duke Peletta, which was entirely different from the rumors, and by his natural ability to lead and move people.

Even those who had tried hard not to believe the rumors until the very end had to admit it. Duke Peletta was no longer the frivolous man of old perceptions. His power was real. He seemed to have been born to lead people.

Duke Herne, carried on the back of a private soldier, looked at Myra, who was nonchalantly doing what he should have done, and beyond her at Kishiar, with a frown on his face, then turned his head away. He looked completely different from when he had entered, weak and filled with anger.

During the orderly retreat, while maintaining his power, Yuder suddenly looked down at the sensation of someone tugging at the hem of his clothes.

"...What? Why haven't you left yet?”

Kiolle, his clothes torn and dirtied, whispered urgently with his lips while sitting hunched over, trying not to attract the attention of others.

"Do you know what all this is about?! Tell me too!"

Yuder thought knowing wouldn't change anything, but he was also an ally, though not officially, who could coordinate to prevent the dangerous individual from encountering Crown Prince Katchian. Yuder sighed softly and responded.

“It’s not certain yet, but it’s likely that the swindlers you’re talking about are outside.”

“What?!”

“There might even be someone more dangerous with them.”

“Wh-What? More dangerous?”

“At worst, they'll just end up fighting each other here and then fall into my hands. As soon as you get out, grab Crown Prince Katchian and run. Don't get unnecessarily involved.”

Kiolle, startled, seemed to want to say something, but Yuder didn’t have time to elaborate. He lifted his other foot, which wasn't exerting the earth's power, and carelessly pushed Kiolle away.

"Ah! How dare you kick me!"

“I pushed you away. Now crawl away without being noticed by others.”

It was more of a kick than a push, really.

After everyone, including Kiolle and the priests, had left, Kishiar approached Yuder, guarding Myra who had been supervising everything from behind.

“You can withdraw your power now.”

Yuder then finally withdrew all his power. The candles and lamps that were half-floating went out, rolling on the floor, and the remaining fragments blocked by the water wall tumbled down. The vibrations that had been calmed by the earth's power began to resurge.

However, the coffin of Second Prince Ashrav, placed in the center, and the building suffered no further damage. Kishiar extended a hand and neatly swept everything away with his power.

Myra, who had been watching the scene in awe, sighed deeply and bowed her head.

“We owe you both greatly for this time as well. I sincerely thank you.”

“The Princess has also had a tough time. Now we should also leave here.”

“But the coffin of Ashrav is here..."

Myra's gaze lingered on her brother's lone coffin. She seemed uneasy about leaving it behind.

“Don’t worry about that. I will ensure that no harm comes to it.”

At Yuder’s calm reply, Myra faintly smiled.

"Thank you so much. But I have no idea what has happened outside. Surely it's not the appearance of monsters?"

"No, it's not that. During the progress of the ceremony earlier, my colleagues sent signals that a dangerous individual had appeared outside."

As Yuder explained that he was able to notice the signs and prevent the shattering glass thanks to that signal, Myra's expression grew serious.

"A dangerous individual? Who might that be? Someone different from those we captured before?"

"Not exactly. They are related in some way. However, I don't believe they specifically targeted the Herne family."

Myra seemed to quickly understand the situation from his brief explanation.

"In that case, the situation must be urgent. I'll hear the details later. Many have come for the funeral, so I must go and assist with their evacuation."

"Isn't that dangerous? Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Of course. It's precisely what the successor of Herne should do, especially when my father is unable to move."

Myra's dress had become disheveled in her haste to evacuate the people. Her hat, complete with a veil, had disappeared somewhere, and her hair, which had been neatly tied up, was now half undone.

Yet, she felt genuinely at ease in that moment. Never in her life had she felt such a sense of liberation.

"Father probably has never seen his reputation damaged in such a perfectly unexpected way in his life. It's really satisfying."

Myra laughed heartily.

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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.

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***

"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.

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'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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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..."

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'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'