Chapter 875
"Have you found any traces of Nahan?"
As the question was posed, the once gentle expressions on the faces of the two men vanished simultaneously. It was Nathan Zuckerman who, with an impassive face, opened his mouth to respond.
"Yes. Based on the information relayed by Deputy Commander Wand, we searched the desert areas near three sectors. And today, at a place called 'Entrance of the Sunset,' we found this."
What Nathan pulled out from his bosom was a dirty piece of cloth. It appeared to be part of a garment, now so blackened with discoloration that its original color was indiscernible. Kishiar's red eye, not hidden by his bandages, narrowed sharply and scrutinized the object meticulously.
"It smells of dried blood. Is it not one but two pieces of cloth stuck together?"
"Yes. One seems to be part of a sleeve of a shirt, and the other, a bandage that was attached to it. Both were soaked in blood and sand."
"What did Kanna say about it?"
"She asserted it belonged to that person. However, there was hardly any new information to glean, making it unclear what might have happened to him."
"I see... I guess so."
Kanna Wand had earned recognition on the night known as 'Hail Night,' successfully leading the Cavalry with Ever and safely evacuating many non-Awakener individuals. Among them were Kiolle da Diarca and the Crown Prince. However, despite her achievements, she could not rejoice, as she had failed to properly manage the prisoner Hosanna.
This was the case not only for Kanna but also for every member who had directly or indirectly contributed to Hosanna's escape that day. While Kishiar was unable to meet them, the gravity of the incident was too severe to delay disciplinary actions.
Issues must be addressed at the moment they arise. Delaying makes moving forward much more difficult. In this case, he believed there was a significant risk of the members' morale and motivation deteriorating and becoming corrupted.
Therefore, Kishiar, bedridden, dealt with the disciplinary actions through written orders. His method was straightforward. He asked those who had admitted their faults to write down their wrongdoings and what they thought could be done to prevent a recurrence of such incidents.
The focus was not on punishment for the crimes committed but on finding solutions. He did not expect the members to understand the significance of this immediately, but that was irrelevant. As expected, the members interpreted it as 'write the punishment you think you deserve.' After reading their papers, clumsily filled with their thoughts on the heaviest penalties and their painstakingly written solutions, Kishiar made some deductions and additions before sending them back.
In the case of Kanna Wand, her original proposed punishment included a ten-year forfeiture of her salary, demotion from her Deputy Commander position, and taking lifelong responsibility for the issues caused by Hosanna.
Kishiar accepted the lifelong responsibility and reduced the salary forfeiture to one year, but he did not agree to remove her from the Deputy Commander position.
Since then, Kanna had not rested for a moment, continually working hard. Thanks to her efforts in thoroughly investigating and organizing the events of Hail Night, the Cavalry remained stable even in the absence of their Commander and his assistant.
Without her, no one would have understood the bizarre circumstances behind the deaths of the sage and Diemon discovered after Hail Night.
A cold smile briefly lingered on Kishiar's lips as he thought about their deaths.
'Truly a death befitting each of them.'
Until the very end, the sage, who had clung to hope and thought to escape by brainwashing a Cavalry member or another, met a miserable death at the hands of the Diemon he had exploited. Consumed by revenge and greed, Diemon, whose body had aged rapidly due to ability overload, withered away even further, dying unnoticed in an instant.
The one who dreamt of obtaining everything through his brainwashing ability, and the copyist who, having stolen that power, dreamt of his own success.
Kishiar surmised that similar events must have occurred in the 'previous game.'
"It's highly likely that the Diemon in that game succeeded because he chose not to fully absorb the true sage's power, stopping at an inferior copy."
Yuder had mentioned that the sage he met in the previous game possessed not a perfect brainwashing ability, but rather one that could merely alter people's moods. If it was an inferior copy, it made sense that he could only use it to that extent.
That brief moment of choice spared Diemon's life, and the future Yuder had feared was thus altered.
Why and how did such a difference arise? While uncertain, considering Yuder's story and the information Kanna deciphered, it was possible to speculate where the variables in this game began.
"Perhaps... it was all due to Yuder."
Long ago, Yuder went to the East to search for the missing Devran and met Nahan for the first time - an encounter that never happened in the previous game. As a result of this meeting, the existence of Nahan and the Star of Nagran was revealed much earlier to the Cavalry, changing the sage's movements to be quicker and bolder than before.
Unlike the previous game, the real sage on the Crown Prince's and Duke Diarca's side used Diemon's ability to perfectly copy the power of a young Awakener. His goal was to attack the Sun Palace, where the Emperor resided, to make a significant impression on Duke Diarca.
As a result, Diemon realized that his ability was not just inferior copying; with a price, he could perfectly acquire them.
Was it too speculative to think that this experience influenced his life-deciding choice in this game? Kishiar concluded that it probably wasn't.
With this, the greater enemy of the future Yuder feared was no longer a concern. However, since Nahan, who should have died in the previous game, disappeared, and the strange cracks appeared much earlier than Yuder remembered, it couldn't be said that everything turned out well.
Knowing this, Yuder must have struggled on the day of the hailstorm, sparing no effort to reduce the variables, even at the expense of his own body.
"..."
Kishiar could not fully comprehend the weight of the future Yuder knew. How could he claim to understand the resolve to prevent a repetition of the past, a determination so fierce that even injuries that shattered his entire body seemed inconsequential?
Yet, whenever Kishiar's greed for Yuder's safety inevitably grew, he recalled a dream he once had.
Petals fluttering under a blue sky. In stark contrast, the bloodied body of a prisoner, unable to move.
The eyes revealed beneath the helmet of a soldier dragging the prisoner like an animal, and the face reflected in the blade.
In that horribly disfigured face, a single eye, still dark as night, revealed the identity of the prisoner to Kishiar like a bolt of lightning.
Every time he recalled that dream, Kishiar became acutely aware of the trivial weight of his own greed. This realization deepened after he learned Yuder's secret.
"Hmm..."
In the midst of these thoughts, Yuder slightly furrowed his brow and made a sound. Kishiar immediately straightened his posture and banished the thoughts he had been dwelling on.
'Darn it. Did my deep contemplation inadvertently get transmitted?'
The fact that emotions could unintentionally be conveyed to the other due to their connection was inconvenient at times. After Yuder had once caught a glimpse of the emotions Kishiar thought he had perfectly concealed, Kishiar made an effort not to dwell on negative emotions for long.
Yuder was indifferent to the pain in his own body but sensitive to the emotions Kishiar felt.
'Anyway... The discovery of what is presumed to be Nahan's clothes and bandages is hardly good news for us.'
Yuder speculated that Nahan was not dead but had been transported somewhere by Hosanna's last ability. Kishiar, considering this possibility as a priority, had ordered Kanna to investigate.
The place where Hosanna died was a grim sight, soaked with burst blood and bodily fluids. Undeterred, Kanna entered the cavity left behind multiple times, using her ability to extract information.
The scarce information she managed to glean was related to the last words mumbled by Hosanna.
In his final moments, Hosanna reminisced about a certain Southerner he had met in his youth. There had been a peculiar person who asked him to convey a message: if his young master ever wanted to visit the South, he should come to a specific place. Hosanna suspected that this person might have been related to Nahan's mother, but he never told Nahan and kept silent for a long time.
Facing death, he thought of the quickest way to reach that place and used his teleportation ability on Nahan.
The desert between the South and the Empire. Towards one of the midlands where Hosanna had crossed as a child with the caravan.
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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.'
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."

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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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.'
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