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Phew.

A razor-sharp blade plunges into the man’s chest.

The dumbfounded face is a sight to behold.

The man literally looks like he doesn’t know what’s going on.

[Why, why is it unreachable?]

Even though his earnest hand gestures, tone of voice, and every single thing he did, he was expressing his resentment toward the girl.

The response to him was even colder.

[What do you say, just search?]

The man who lost the duel was never able to reach the girl.

All my efforts, such as swinging my sword every day to get her attention or get over her, were all in vain.

Because no matter how hard I try, I can never win over her.

Because he was a genius and the girl was a genius.

genius.

Not as a metaphor or exaggeration, but as a being gifted with talent from heaven.

If we compare human talent to light, there is a bigger gap between him and her than the midday sun and a dying firefly.

Family, village, generation. Beomgol, who is self-sufficient by standing on top of things like dust, will disappear without a trace before time, and a hero who will forever stand above the sky and proudly reflect on history.

That vast gap was not something that could be narrowed by training a few years earlier or taking better elixirs.

Just the seeds themselves are different.

Typhoon and haze.

Dragon and loach.

Like cheetahs and racing dogs.

That is the difference between geniuses and those who are not.

*

I was angry.

This is because I was sick and tired of seeing characters who looked like me die in an ugly and meaningless way on screen.

The character that was moving on the screen just a moment ago… without exaggerating, no matter what option was chosen at the play junction that was probably over 100 times, he was sure to die.

So-called ‘characters created with the aim’ of never being able to clear the game.

After all, ‘that’ character resembles him.

If it were me, I think I could have tripped over it and thought it was too much self-consciousness and what kind of bullshit it was.

Nevertheless, saying that I resembled that character was not something to be dismissed as a cliché.

His face with wrinkles between his eyebrows due to frowning, the scars around his eyes from falling when he was young, and his habit of caressing the nape of his neck as if it was sore were all as if he was pulling me out.

Of course, ‘It’s probably just a coincidence, probably not.’ There were times when I repeated that and denied it.

But now.

I tried all the options in this game, watched the end credits, which I had previously skipped over to play the next game, and was finally convinced.

[Creativity Designer Shin Yu-ra]

There was a welcome name there, full of strong evil ties.

“Fuck you.”

I heard you got a job a few years ago, but I never thought you’d be making something like this.

My lips become dry as the swear words come out of my mouth.

Shin Yura

As soon as I saw those three letters, a thought that had been buried deep in my heart suddenly came to mind.

‘Why is this bastard always fucking with me?’

Yura,

no. This bitch with a quirky personality has always been shit to me.

I didn’t like it from the beginning.

[Are you topping this mock exam again?]

You haven’t done anything for me, but you’re bragging about something I don’t even want to hear.

[Uh, I don’t think that’s true. I’m sure your mother would agree with my opinion, right?]

Whenever I say something, they deny it.

[I told you, right? They say it won’t work that way. I know what you’re thinking, but if you’ve been like that for ten years, isn’t it time to learn?]

When I expressed my disappointment over being rejected by the university I chose as my first choice, what he said still remains as a thorn deeply embedded in my heart.

Maybe that’s why, rather than the despair of not being accepted, the relief of finally being separated from this guy came first.

Looking back, it may have become a pleasant memory in my memory.

As time passed, contact naturally became rare and we gradually stopped hearing each other’s current status.

‘You’re scratching like this again.’

“Fuck you.”

I drank water and tried to calm my pounding stomach.

‘Does this guy have a grudge against you?’

Unfortunately, that is never the case.

Although there were minor fights, if the relationship was worthy of the grandiose term “grudge,” it would have been broken long ago.

Instead, all I was left with was the childish regret that I should have given him a few more hits as I was holding back the desire to hit him every day.

A lot of time has passed, but a firm thought comes to mind again. A dark and dirty feeling rose up.

An inferiority complex that says, ‘I don’t like good-looking kids.’

More precisely, I hate children who live carelessly without knowing the feelings of those around them because of their own pride.

I didn’t want to admit that I was caught up in those dirty feelings, so I tried to deny it, but those three letters that were pushed to me when I chose to run away spoke for me as if they knew me all too well.

I was so upset that I couldn’t bear to admit it that I felt dizzy as the blood rushed to my head.

And when the long ending credits ended, I couldn’t help but be caught up in a torrent of emotions once again.

[We were always happy to be with Shin Yura.]

[I will take this opportunity to remember her.]

“… … What?”

My eyes widened at the phrase that ended the ending credits. Because it was clearly written there that Yura had died.

The unbelievable fact naturally makes my trembling hands move to the phone. but,

“… … .”

My weak hands are shaking.

The expectation that this would not be the case was cruelly betrayed.

The death of a childhood friend.

The news made me dizzy.

dump-

“Ah…”

It was a moan so soft that even I couldn’t believe it.

I felt like the blood was draining from my whole body.

Perhaps because of my excitement, my entire body felt weak, so I immediately collapsed onto the bed.

I hated her, but I didn’t want it to end like this.

My heart aches and my eyes get teary.

‘…You’re picking me up and putting me down until the end.’

My damn childhood friend controlled my emotions until the last moment.

*

Is it because I heard the sad news about Yura? Her image appeared in my dream.

“Hey. Stop interrupting me and get away from me.”

Of course, this is Yura when she was young.

That was also Yura when I first met her.

A long time.

Yura had such a loud mouth when they first met.

I don’t know what kind of girl was so foul-mouthed, but as a child, she gave off an air that kids her age couldn’t easily approach.

Thanks to this, Yura was a pitiful child without any friends before she met me.

The story of a self-respecting kid with poor social skills being bullied is not surprising.

The multi-talented Yura didn’t have any friends when she was young. Indeed, that guy has changed in many ways.

“Pushup.”

Is it because I saw a familiar face? Or maybe it was because Yura pretended to be strong as a child was laughable. Even though it was a dream, I couldn’t stop laughing.

“… … What are you? Did I eat something wrong? Or maybe I went crazy from the cold.”

She squinted her eyes and made an expression of confusion.

“No, just. Because it’s a scene I miss somehow.”

“Nostalgic scene?”

Yes. A nostalgic scene from nostalgic times. Yura’s childhood, which she would never see again, was unfolding before her eyes, albeit in a blur.

“Hey.”

nice to meet.

It’s a bit hard to say, but back in the day, I was such a good kid that I couldn’t leave Yura alone because she couldn’t get along with other kids.

So I said this.

“You don’t have any friends, do you?”

“… … What?”

“You know that? It’s obvious that you don’t have any friends. If you act so rude, there will be no one left around you.”

Ah, it’s cool. This is a tip.

It wasn’t enough for me to pour out all the anger I had been feeling at that guy, but saying something made me feel like some of the pain in my heart was relieved.

“… … .”

But something is strange.

When Yura was young, she was often teased for her fierce eyes, but now her fierce face is distorted like a demon, with golden eyes shining sinisterly.

Golden eye glow?

‘What is that?’

For a moment, I felt a sense of discomfort.

The place where I first met Yura was not a desolate snow field. It was a park on an ordinary summer day.

The blurry scene became increasingly clear,

The stiff feeling became sharp like a forged blade.

The feeling of floating became increasingly blurred, and a vivid sensation took its place.

“Ah.”

A small burst of elasticity.

‘Isn’t it Yura?’

The girl in front of me was not Yura. I was just mistaken. This is supported by the red hair and golden eyes that are rarely seen in reality.

Only then did the wooden sword in the girl’s hand come into view.

Why are you holding a wooden sword? If you beat someone with that, you might not die, but you might become an asshole.

Kaan-

“Ha.”

The red-haired girl throws the wooden sword to the floor. Judging by his facial expression and body language, he appears to be very angry.

I took a step back without realizing it.

“Wait.”

“What? What’s the point in starting a fight?”

“Something is strange.”

“Yeah, I thought it was strange too.”

I couldn’t speak any more.

“I can’t believe I’m being looked down on by this kid. I really feel like a fool too.”

Wow!

“Ugh… … .”

Her fist suddenly closed the distance and dug into my chest.

That tremendous shock cleared my clouded mind. However, it was only an instant before I lost consciousness due to the dizzying pain.

But I was able to distinguish faces.

‘okay. ‘I said it felt familiar somehow.’

Lucia Prien, a character in the game I was playing for evil just now.

‘Um… that damn thing.’

A dream about a game character beating me up.

‘Why are there all these fucking nightmares?’