The World We Have Passed (★)-2

The 40th sky. Red and acrid.

Kang In-ho lost his mind for the first time since his possession.

Short arms, heavy legs. An alien body.

A heavy jaw, a narrow field of vision.

“Krooooar (Fucking shit!)”

Kang In-ho, now a Tyrannosaurus Rex, roared.

Whether he was bitten to death by a persistently pursuing female or struck by a meteorite from somewhere, he couldn’t remember.

The 53rd sky. Cloudy.

“Red, become my subordinate!!!”

The opponent with outstretched wings was the quintessential demon.

“Gathering everyone’s courage! Rolling Vulcan!”

He succeeded in defeating the Great Demon King by joining forces with Blue, Black, Yellow, and Pink.

He thought he had achieved peace. For a very brief moment.

“Me? Yellow? Choose!”

Pink, holding a dagger to his throat, spoke.

Caught in a surprise attack while sleeping, Kang In-ho raised both hands.

“Neither.”

The dagger plunged down without hesitation, piercing his neck. That was his last memory.

As always, the love he received was foreign to him.

The 66th sky. Invisible.

“I said I like you. But why!”

A woman in expensive clothes threw things at him.

Suits, watches, sunglasses, ties.

Even calculated at secondhand prices, they were worth hundreds to thousands each.

He didn’t even blink at the brand symbols flying before his eyes.

“I’m giving you things you couldn’t afford even if you worked your whole life. Why do you hate it!”

“Just… just come to me with your body… why! Why!!”

If you were to put a price on a heart, how much would it be?

The 69th sky. No interest.

“Be with me… forever….”

The opponent was a lich who had lived for 391 years.

He extended his skeletal hand, promising eternity.

Kang In-ho used mana to clumsily imitate Yomryun Skill.

Like that day on the mountain when he burned his life force, he burned his body to destroy the lich’s life vessel.

Because eternal life and eternal possession didn’t seem that different.

The 77th sky. He didn’t want to remember, but he couldn’t help but remember.

He opened his eyes in a forest. Judging by the small axe in his hand, he seemed to have been a woodcutter.

Opening the backpack at his waist, he found herbs and mushrooms. Was he also a herbalist?

Apparently, he had lost his footing and fallen. He retraced his steps back to the cabin.

And there, he met her.

“Oppa’s scent!”

The girl who rushed into his arms as soon as he opened the door.

The ears on the girl’s head perked up.

“You’re home early today? Did Riri miss you?”

It was Kang In-ho’s first meeting with Riri.

As always, his ability to grasp the situation, honed by long possession, allowed him to deceive Riri.

Here, he was a young breadwinner. His younger sister was a cat beastkin who wasn’t related by blood. She was the child his father brought with him when he remarried Riri’s mother.

Unfortunately, and familiarly, his and her parents had passed away, leaving the two young children behind.

They were said to have been attacked by robbers on the way to the market.

“Hehe… Oppa’s hands are so soft.”

Riri rubbed her face against his hand as they talked about old stories. He reflexively stroked her hair.

After what happened with Surin, he tried not to form any connections if possible.

Because the sense of loss that came when that connection went wrong, or when that connection was broken, or when that connection deteriorated, was too painful.

But he couldn’t easily push Riri away.

Because he wasn’t cruel enough to turn away a girl who couldn’t see.

Perhaps he was overlapping Surin with Riri’s harmless smile.

He opened his heart and decided to live here.

Half a year had passed since he started living with Riri. He sincerely wanted this life to continue.

He didn’t care about being obsessed over and killed. But, Riri would definitely get hurt in the process.

Kang In-ho tried hard not to deviate from what the body’s original owner had been doing.

The more he tried to do something, the more tangled it became. If Kang In-ho’s will was even slightly involved, the clockwork of catastrophe would start turning.

It was an enlightenment gained through long possession.

He gradually killed the ego of ‘Kang In-ho’.

He just tried and tried to live like the nameless owner of the body.

So that he wouldn’t twist fate, and so that those around him wouldn’t get caught up in it.

The more he avoided fate, the more fate tightened its grip.

An incident occurred where a beastkin who couldn’t control his wildness harmed a villager.

Of course, it wasn’t Riri. A stray beastkin must have done it.

The scars engraved on the corpse were larger and deeper than Riri’s fingernails could ever make.

Although it was an injury that a blind child couldn’t inflict, the villagers were adamant.

“Filthy beast!”

“Burn it! Kill it!”

Was it because of the ignorance of the people of the Middle Ages?

Villagers with torches gathered and surrounded the cabin.

“Burn it!”

Someone threw a torch, and the cabin burst into flames.

Kang In-ho, who was returning from cutting wood, ran to the cabin, panting.

“Catch him!”

A girl shouted.

Kang In-ho, who was running towards the cabin, saw the face of the girl who was telling people to catch him in the crowd.

“Ah….”

Just once, he had saved someone in the village. It was a woman who had fallen from the railing while hanging laundry on the second floor.

He thought he had reasoned with her and gotten her off him because she kept clinging to him… He was wrong.

The ecstatic face looking at him, the eyes gleaming with greed.

Kang In-ho felt like he knew who had incited the villagers.

The cabin was burning.

Knocking down the village elders who were grabbing his arms, Kang In-ho kicked open the door to the cabin and went inside.

Like the time he jumped into a burning house, he didn’t hesitate for a moment.

“Oppa, it’s so hard to breathe!”

She, curled up in the bedroom, cried out in a fading voice.

“Riri!”

The collapsing cabin, all he could do was cover Riri with his body to block the heat.

“Please… please… someone save us.”

Choking smoke covered his eyes, and the collapsed house blocked the escape route.

He hugged the trembling Riri to his chest and prayed to someone.

Please, I don’t care if I die, but please save this child.

Please save this poor child.

Then, a sound he had forgotten was heard.

-Ding

A refreshing notification sound rang out, and a window appeared before his eyes.

[Guidance on Dimensional Shift – Final]

[The Dimensional Shift will end if you sincerely shout, “The ignorant mortal who defied the great Dimension Management God begs for forgiveness.”]

[3rd Class Dimension Management God Ranael]

The 77th world.

What he saw at the last moment was a guidance window filled with mockery.

In his fading consciousness, he vowed.

From now on, no matter what situation he faced, he would never act as Kang In-ho.

The 99th sky. Night, stars shining.

“Captain. Are you alright?”

At Anna Irwena’s question, he looked around.

“My body is fine. …I need an explanation of what happened.”

He answered, killing his ego as much as possible.