Chapter. 17. Preparation for travel (1)
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Ch.17 Preparation for travel.
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The two just listened.
How curious are you?
Unlike the time of the two of you that stopped a long time ago, my time has continued to flow until now.
A story I didn’t know where to start became a story I didn’t know where to end.
I wanted to tell you all.
“I stopped because my father died like that and I was hated by my superiors…”
How did a 17-year-old child soldier full of venom become a legendary special forces ace?
“Mother, if only I had listened to what you said back then…”
The defeated soldier, who miraculously met his mother, also spoke about how he lived after losing her again.
“BDSM? HIV? Son… Mom understands everything….”
“No! The name is a bit misleading, but they are really nice guys! “Where did you meet this?”
I also told him about some strange guys who looked exactly like me.
“….female?”
“You’re meeting a girl?”
“Yes. That Dana… uh… she’s a true lady…”
Wow!
“Honey! Our professor couldn’t bear to tell that young girl that she should go see a urologist, so we stayed up all night, and before we knew it, we had a daughter-in-law!”
“He couldn’t even hold a woman’s hand until he was seventeen, so I thought, ‘He’s going to end our family’s legacy!’”
“Were you worried about that?”
“This guy calls it a horse!”
“It was in the top 5 highlights.”
“Ever since I was young, whenever I saw girls, I would run away to the point where they would tell me to go away from the track and field athlete.”
I thought he would like it, so I told him about Dana, and he looked like he was about to attain Buddhahood at any moment.
As I live, good days come. When I told him that it seemed like a pretty good day, he looked so happy. Are you really that happy?
I was talking excitedly because I wanted to see more of that face. President Cynthia Young As soon as we finished talking with our friends in the chat room in District 47, the three of us naturally headed towards the banquet hall, a place where people in this world gather.
To see even just one more piece of that happy smile, not only the relationships outside but also the relationships here at GG.
“If you are the parents of the Holy Son…”
“The Virgin Mary and the Holy Father?”
“Bring Bishop Zhou! There is no place for this thing to sit, so what should I do…”
“Sit down on us! “It’s plate mail warmed by body temperature!”
The church members encountered each other on the way to the banquet hall.
“….son?”
“I didn’t make it like this.”
“The Son is our lighthouse and our destination!”
“Latura! Praise!”
“…I heard that’s true?”
“Such-”
My mother looked at me with deeper eyes after reading the ‘Professor’s Record’ that Gregory had brought with her.
“Hehehehe. Are you saying that you are the professor’s biological father and biological mother?”
“Gwok. weird. “He doesn’t seem like a crazy person, but the result is a professor.”
“Certainly, looking at what the professor and that friend are doing, it would be no exaggeration to say that there is a secret story of the birth of black magic…”
At the banquet hall, I was allowed to meet my colleagues
. Gourmets and misju gathered from all over March World.
Most of them were gossipers. My travel story was the best snack for the two of them, and the two of them laughed, got drunk, and were happy as Otman’s story flowed out like clear water.
It was more than just a story, it was proof that their son had overcome countless pains that had preceded him and stood completely alone. Because it was.
No matter how many times I hear it, I never get tired of hearing it over and over again.
My mother, who was very drunk with the soft sound of a waltz, dragged my father, who was also drunk, and mingled with the dancers
. The music flowed quietly and the lights were lowered.
My mother, father, me, and everyone gathered here. A place where people are happy.
“Everyone…”
As I watched people leaving the floor one by one to find a partner, I couldn’t help but feel that someone’s seat was empty. There were
everyone from a dead colleague to the Turan Castle Gate guard, but there was only one. An empty seat.
The area around my collarbone was itchy. Is it because of my mood? Or is there another reason?
“Otman.”
“hmm.”
In the hall, my parents were smiling brightly as they took clumsy steps.
I captured that image deeply in my eyes.
“You said it earlier. At least at this moment, you can meet everyone you want to meet. That person has played GG before, so you can use Data Soul. “If it exists here.”
“That’s right. Since those gathered here are moving on to the next world, all the people who make up our world will be somewhere here.”
“I guess so, right?”
“As expected.”
Otman spoke as if he knew what I was asking.
He took one last look at his parents and stood up.
“…I’m leaving.”
“Yes. Let’s meet again in another world, as someone other than Ottman.”
To Ottoman’s quiet greeting, the professor bowed deeply and replied,
“Are you leaving?”
“Gwok. “I’m going to the professor.”
“I promised to take care of you, but now I’m sending you off alone again.”
I exchanged greetings with my colleagues who passed by one by one. The
World Tree said that Gedroitz followed the tradition of an old game.
The hero defeats the devil.
Returning to the city, a welcoming festival is held.
We watch happy times until the sun sets, and the long steproll is about to end – the
curtain falls. When the screen turns black and the next light comes on, it is the moment a new game begins.
“It’s night. …”
I took a step forward while looking at the moon rising brightly outside the window.
The tickling sensation in my collarbone was pulling me in the direction of the mist-like magic imprint.
Toward the one person who couldn’t enjoy it alone in this place where everyone is having fun.
The last stage of the extra stage. Toward.
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Dan Dan Dan-
Dan Dan Dan-
The sound of the waltz gradually became distant.
Past the floor of dancers.
Across the brightly lit banquet hall.
To a vacant lot in the garden hidden by trees and grass.
The moonlight was faint. To the place that seeps in.
Toward the soft shadow hiding inside.
“If you don’t mind, could I request a song?”
The man stretched out his hand.
In the shadows, I felt soft fingers stroking the back of his thick hand.
“….Am I not paying attention? Or am I being greedy?”
“Isn’t that being considerate?”
“….”
“Please. I won’t go too deep like you think.”
The Rakshasha hesitated and the man persisted.
‘Ah, those eyes.’
Those infinitely deep and upright eyes.
Isn’t that a foul for a woman who has made up her mind?
It’s a hot hand. A rough touch that’s enough to warm the woman in the cool night air.
Another angle. Another angle…
The woman hiding in the shadows follows the touch. I walked out under the moonlight.
A vacant lot where I could faintly hear a waltz.
A black dress that sparkled like the night sky. Conflicted
eyes. Steps approaching.
A woman hiding while everyone was having fun.
The man’s hand wrapped around her waist, and
the woman’s satin-like hair. Leaning against his chest.
The dance just for the two of us begins to the beat of a faint waltz.
“It was a foul.”
The little mouth was sweet.
“A person who is not very cruel. I knew that a person with a heart so big that it could contain the whole world could not reject the heart of a dying woman.”
“It’s hard to refuse.”
A clear voice and a low-pitched laugh.
“I wanted to touch that warmth, even if it meant committing such a foul. I wanted to have a momentary memory that would last forever like a painter.”
“Oh my. She’s a scary woman.”
When one laughs, a tremor reaches the other body.
The embracing body tells a story that cannot be expressed in words. The pain
of loss.
The wall between the living and the dead.
Why did she disappear?
Why did you come to visit her and come here for the last time? Are you facing the moment?
‘It’s the last time.’
All the cold words or heartbreaking words I’ve been waiting for are meaningless.
Isn’t everything contained in the circle dance of this moment?
If today passes, it will be over.
My life and memories as a Rakshasha will disappear and I will become someone else in the April World. I will continue another life. It will happen.
I came here because I didn’t want to spend that moment alone.
Without whispering words of love or scattering words of separation.
Just this moment.
This time alone. That
‘s
why.
That
‘s
why he was like that. I understood because she wanted to become half a person.
The fingertips that wrapped around her neck stroked her collarbone.
“Ana.”
“Now it’s time to take that name away.”
The magical imprint that was released dispersed into the moonlight.
Dan Dandan-
Dan Dandan-
As if dancing. It moved away as if singing.
As the waltz ended, the woman danced alone in the moonlight at the end of dawn.
The man was a woman named Rakshasa. Instead of participating in the last dance,
I stayed in the dark and watched her.
Her black hair fluttered in her flowing black dress in the pale moonlight.
The end of the waltz.
The woman raises the hem of her dress in greeting and
the man politely places his hand on her heart in return. .
The sun rose, signaling the end of the day of the festival.
-Tiring!
[Data Soul transmission begins.]
The last hour on the extra stage.
The city of the festival. The royal castle that was emptied just for us. The splendid banquet hall and its many People, too.
– Suddenly,
they disappeared for an instant, as if a film had been cut out. All that remained were the dragon and the managers. They returned to the white space and the vending machine armchairs.
As if turning off the power of a game that had ended. Like a match that had been blown out. At one point,
“It’s surprising that you don’t spend your last hours with your bereaved parents.”
“Time has no meaning there.”
The dragon’s question was meaningless.
I knew that no matter how much time I gave or how many stories I shared, it would still be just as disappointing as now. I let it go as if it were the end of an ordinary day. If it was a farewell, didn’t I do enough while alive?
Mother and father. The two of you. At the end, their happy appearance was enough.
I shook off my regrets about this place and finished the final reconciliation with the Rakshasha.
Now, there is only one thing left.
A black space filled with shallow water that comes to mind when I close my eyes.
– Slurp!
Old sofa. As I threw myself into it, a cloud of dust rose up. The owner of this place was already walking away.
‘Are you going?’
[Let’s go then. If you stay here, I’ll drag you over to me, so why bother sticking around for the rest of your life and getting scolded?]
Hyde walked away without even looking back.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that he was leaving my body for the first time in his life. .
A two-year-old soul with the experience and knowledge of a 25-year-old.
The stage of standing alone for the first time in one’s life is known to everyone as hell. I wonder who I resemble so much. .
.
.
.
‘
Hey.’
As I watched the back of the guy running away without answering, I couldn’t help but sigh.
‘I should have taught him how to lie.’ How can
I
live in this harsh world if I behave like that? I took a deep breath and screamed loudly at Hyde’s back, which had become as small as a dot.
‘It may take a long time!!’
I don’t know-
I
don’t know- I don’t know-….
A sound echoing in the black cavity.
and.
Suddenly,
Hyde’s steps stopped.
‘I didn’t make the choice without thinking, either. Managers are the best AI in the world. This is a world where they all say it is impossible. It’s not that there’s a high possibility of failure, but it’s a world created with no choice but to fail.’
[….]
‘So we will proceed as slowly as possible. ‘If I suspect anything from a passing woman to a single ant, and if I feel even the slightest bit of danger, I will overthrow all the plans I have prepared for 10 days or a year, jump out, and start again from the beginning.’
[….So what.]
‘I’m going to look for you, trembling like a rabbit or a fawn.’
He is reborn as someone in April World. I will forget all my memories of the past two years and of this moment, and as an NPC, I will live a miserable life in a world without answers.
I felt that the guy’s toes were crossing a dangerous border.
A person who has been closer to me than anyone else in the world for the past two years.
A being with whom I share all my memories and all my emotions, and who has always shared judgment at the border of life and death.
A part of my life that was close to me was about to fall away from me.
Snap.
Hyde’s body, standing across the border, slowly turned around.
A body that mimics my appearance on the outside.
Shoulders and fingertips trembling.
A face distorted in fear and eyes crying.
[Can you do it alone…?]
‘Don’t cry with that face. scary.’
The monster that embodied my appearance in reality turned around, wiping the face it didn’t want to show.
‘Let’s go and see.’
[….Okay.]
‘In the meantime, be a useful guy. ‘To the point where I wouldn’t be embarrassed to say that I am my alter ego.’
….Wow!
At those words, Hyde clenched his fists with trembling hands.
And in a flow that is invisible to the professor. I took my last step into the river-like flow of countless data souls.
Tick –
The two personalities born from one body were separated, accompanied by a sensation as if a long, thin thread had been cut.
‘…Go first and wait. ‘Hyde.’
A monologue with no one to listen to lingered around the old sofa.
It was quite lonely to lose the person who always read and shared my thoughts.
More than you think.
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[….It’s the same here. Shell.]
A huge current.
Hyde, caught up in the flow of countless data souls, smiled bitterly as he recalled the professor’s final feelings.
afraid.
A personality that has always been with him since birth. I can’t feel the consciousness of ‘Professor Park’, who was my father, friend, teacher, and brother.
Having no one to share his thoughts and feelings with was more frightening and lonely than he thought.
[This means that ordinary people endure this all their lives…]
It seems that real ‘humans’ live a much harsher life than you might think.
So it seems like everyone lives in groups like that. Because there is no one to share the shell and soul with. Because I’m lonely.
Hyde felt his memories gradually disintegrating and converging into one point.
Memories inherited from the professor.
Memories of the two years I spent with him.
All of my emotions, thoughts, and personality were disintegrating piece by piece and joining the flow.
A new thought bloomed in my gradually disintegrating thoughts and blurring consciousness.
It’s quite lonely. It will probably continue to be like this.
I don’t want to stay like this for too long.
It will be a long time before the professor gets to me.
If the road is that long and arduous. If it takes that long for that guy to get to me.
then.
[….Wouldn’t it be a good idea for me to find it first?]
Hyde’s consciousness, swept up in the huge current, cherished that thought.
Like eggs.
Even if he is reborn in another world as someone other than Hyde.
I hope that at least this one hatches within it.
has disappeared.
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