episode_0155

I sigh and grit my teeth.

Do Yu-jin, who had finished preparing for him, looked at the dark, muddy water that had already reached the tip of her chin.

It looks more like sticky, spreading lava than a trickling stream.

After staring at him for a moment, he relaxed all the strength in his body and surrendered himself to it.

Then Kwaaang!!!

Do Yu-jin felt her entire body shatter into pieces from the indescribable, huge impact, like a piece of porcelain that had fallen to the floor.

Has the form of oneself in the spiritual world actually changed like that?

Or is it simply that extreme pain is causing some kind of illusion?

Even Do Yu-jin had no way of knowing that, but it didn’t really matter.

Like a cluster of stars decorating the night sky, like a school of hungry carp in a lake, like a mass of worms squirming in a pit.

In a situation where countless things were rushing in, all mixed together, such worries were nothing more than a luxury.

Woorrr-

Numerous things surround Doyujin in their own way.

Among them, the beneficial ones, such as the vast amount of energy or accumulated knowledge, passed Do Yu-jin leisurely as if this was not their place and moved towards Yu-mi.

However, the resentment mixed within him opened its mouth and rushed towards Do Yu-jin like a piranha that had found its prey, as if it were being filtered through a sieve.

The moment when my whole body was caught by those guys.

Jigkeueun–!!!!!

As a huge pain surged through him, an image appeared in front of Do Yu-jin.

The beginning was quite familiar.

Because it ended with the two books I had seen before appearing and opening.

But what happened next was a little different.

The two books that I had been flipping through like crazy, at some point slowly began to tear apart.

So the countless pages that had ascended into the sky soon fell down like snowflakes, starting with one or two pages, and soon piling up to cover the floor, they became mixed together.

And what was finally created was a painting.

Pointillism created using white and black, paper and letters.

What he saw was the two that Do Yu-jin had seen in the first story, a boy and a girl with happy smiles.

Do Yu-jin, who was looking at the sight as if possessed by something, suddenly realized something.

As the story progresses as the pages turn, the picture on the floor moves as the paper falls.

Palang-

【One day, people who came to my house were astonished when they saw the pictures I had drawn.】

【One day, humans suddenly arrived and began attacking and pillaging the village.】

【At the time, I kept tilting my head while listening to what they were saying, but soon I answered that I understood. My parents were smiling at me.】

【At that time, she was barely able to escape with the help of the village, but was chased by a soldier. The soldier was laughing as if he was having fun while chasing her.】

【That day, I realized I had talent as I drew things they would like to see in my sketchbook.】

【That day, Tamamo looked at the corpse with its two tails hanging down and realized that she had talent.】

Phalang- Phalang-

【Time passed. As word spread and I became known as a genius artist, I showed up in many places and my parents laughed at me. I smiled back at them as I saw them smiling.】

【Time passed. Tamamo barely managed to return to the village, but the village she knew was already in ruins, covered in red. She cried, missing the village that had now disappeared.】

【Misfortune came suddenly.】

【A night when the moon didn’t rise. A robber suddenly burst in and started making a fuss demanding money. He then lunged at me. My father tried to save me, but was stabbed in my place.】

【A moonless night. There were no bodies, not a single one taken by the guys, but instead, things like severed arms and legs remained. She picked them up one by one and put them together.】

【Now the cold chunk of meat goes down there.】

【Without crying or screaming, I just watched the scene quietly, exhausted.】

【… … I couldn’t shake the feeling that this misfortune had come because of me.】

Phalang- Phalang- Phalang- Phalang-

【I became famous. People cheered for me, seeing me as a genius who lost one of my parents in an unfortunate accident.】

【I vowed revenge. After collecting the body and erecting the tombstone, I vowed to go out into the world and kill everyone involved in this matter.】

【Actually, I didn’t want to do something like this, but I had no choice.】

【My mother, who was already weak, rapidly became weak due to the shock of my father’s death. In order to pay for her hospital bills, I had no choice but to use my fame, which was a robbery.】

【After the village was attacked, I couldn’t get a proper rest. When I closed my eyes, the image from that time came to mind, and when I slept, the feeling from that time was engraved in my mind. I felt like I was going crazy with the guilt of being the only one to survive.】

【I drew like crazy. It was a drawing that could be said to be the key to ruining my family, but I had no other choice in order to earn money for my mother’s hospital bills.】

【I went to find the guys and judged them. The feeling of killing something was disgusting, but I had no other choice so as not to go crazy from the guilt.】

【The happy feelings of the past have long since been lost.】

【Funnily enough, people complimented me, saying that my paintings had become more profound. Before I knew it, I was being nicknamed the Unhappy Painter.】

【I felt like my guilt was gradually fading as I killed those involved in the incident, so I continued to comfort the souls of the villagers.】

【And the world did not leave me alone like that.】

【At some point, my paintings began to lose popularity among people.】

【At some point, people started calling my existence evil.】

【I was worried. If I couldn’t make money by selling my paintings, I wouldn’t be able to pay my mother’s hospital bills.】

【It was unfair. I was just venting my grudge, but all kinds of people came and said they would kill me.】

【It can’t stay like this. So what should we do?】

【While I was thinking, I thought back to the moment in the past when I first heard that my paintings had become deeper.】

【While I was pondering, I recalled the contents written in the forbidden book that had been sealed deep in the village in the past.】

【I soon stirred my wounds with my own hands. As I continued to torment myself and act in a way that would lead to mental illness, strangely enough, the paintings began to sell again, no, at a higher price than before.】

【I quickly reached out and stabbed the heart of the person who came looking for me to kill me. … … I would rather die. However, if I died without completing my revenge, I felt that the eyes in my dreams would follow me for the rest of my life.】

【I pressed down the pain in my heart with my tongue.】

【I took the heart out and put it in my mouth.】

【It was such a horrible feeling that I almost threw up.】

Phalang- Phalang- Phalang- Phalang- Phalang-

【Draw a picture using a sorcery that becomes stronger as you dig through the wounds.】

【At some point, I felt that my resistance to killing something had diminished considerably, so I tried to smile brightly in front of my worried mother.】

【When I see those who came looking to kill me still love me despite their lives being ruined because of someone like me, I start to feel as disgusted as my enemies.】

【The symptoms that I thought were just my mood as usual gradually got worse after I put my mother in the wheelchair and went for a walk. It was especially difficult, so I whined when I went for a walk a little longer. Now, even when I saw a human being, I felt disgusted and my mother laughed and listened to me.】

【As I continued my walk for a little longer, I naturally began to think, I must clean up this dirty world. At that moment, I suddenly saw something rushing toward me.】

【The car with broken brakes was approaching at an increasing speed.】

【I had to move my body, but my body wouldn’t move.】

【Someone pushed me hard while I was frozen.】

【Strong and fast.】

【It’s hard to believe that he uses a wheelchair because of his weakened body.】

【As I was pushed, my head naturally turned towards someone.】

【You can see the look of relief and genuine laughter.】

【and……】

Boom-!

【Red. Red. Red.】

【The disgusting human beings scream as their bloody flesh pops like popcorn.】

【It’s dirty. It’s not like paint at all. Kukukung! Using magic. Kkukuk! The color and the texture. It’s warm. Is it hot? I can see the village. Call the hospital first. It’s flowing. Where’s my mother? No. It’s disgusting.】

【and……】

Palang-

【One day, this body finally realized.】

【In fact, this world is nothing more than a pretty looking hell.】

【And that everyone living in this world is nothing more than a sinner.】

【As soon as I realized that fact, I wanted to escape this hell, but it was impossible.】

【Because this body’s resting place was already trampled and ruined by mud feet long ago.】

【But there was one place that seemed like a village.】

【A place I only heard stories about from the village elders when I was young. The land of immortals that exists in the sky, Paradise.】

【Wouldn’t that place have had the same scent as the village?】

【No, at least it doesn’t look different from this place?】

【With that thought in mind, my body quietly made a pledge.】

【I’m going to get out of this hell and somehow get up there.】

【For him, I wouldn’t mind using everything in this world as a stepping stone.】

【This world is just hell anyway… … 】

“That can’t be true.”

【Huh?】

“Why?”

When she asked him that in a bewildered manner, he spoke in a confident voice.

“Well, there’s no way good people like my parents would be in such a horrible place like hell.”

She was at a loss for words and then stammered as she spoke, created through her absolute love and trust for her parents.

“Ha, but didn’t you see it too! The world is… … !”

“Yeah, it’s all just shitty stuff.”

The world is a painting by a third-rate artist, painted with all kinds of suffering.

But I knew from experience that there was a tiny flower blooming inside it.

That’s what I meant.

“My misfortune came to me simply because I was weak and incompetent.”

If he hadn’t painted, the robber wouldn’t have come and his father wouldn’t have died.

If she hadn’t thrown a tantrum because she couldn’t stand the pain of tearing open her wounds, my mother wouldn’t have died.

And that was the end of it.

“It’s just that I was lacking.”

“You guy, that’s… … ”

Tamamo was speechless and silent at the thought process that was like cutting one’s own body with a knife.

Do Yu-jin saw him and smiled faintly.

“That’s why I said it. Mental illness and trauma are not inferior to anything.”

Doyujin looked straight at Tamamo.

“I’m different from you.”

She looked at the misfortune that had befallen her and blamed the world.

He looked at the misfortune that had come upon him and blamed himself.

By the way, this wasn’t because there was any grand reason or anything special.

It was just a stupid story about how he stopped him with his own body because he loved his family too much and didn’t want to splash even a little bit of mud on them.

“What the… …how is that possible?”

“Well?”

Doyujin hesitated for a moment at Tamamo’s question, then smiled and said.

“I think about that a lot too, but I still don’t know.”

But it’s not like there weren’t any plausible answers at all.

“The lion was born to eat meat, and the deer was born to eat grass.”

First of all-

“Isn’t it that I was born with no choice but to crave my parents’ affection?”

Tamamo, who heard Doyujin’s words, opened her mouth in disbelief and then spoke as if in despair.

“You’re that old, you should be independent now. You mama’s boy and papa’s boy.”

“It’s sad that I can’t deny it.”

At the same time that the two people were having that conversation.

Oh my god!

The stage of the story that surrounded them was shattered.