Chapter 142

Episode 142

“You should be able to understand what I’m talking about.”

Weiying—.

Jinseong stood up and shook his head. In front of his eyes, the dim semi-subterranean landscape emitted a faint light through the curtains.

6 am.

The light streaming through the blackout curtains seemed to be the light of dawn.

[Notice: You are logged out.]

[Notice: Be aware that playing games for a long time can harm the user’s health.]

Jinseong sat for a while listening to the dry voice coming from the capsule.

The words he had just heard from Karen flashed through his mind.

“Don’t look into the abyss. If you gaze into the abyss for a long time, the abyss will also gaze into you.”

“Beware of the beast within you. A person who fights monsters should be careful not to become a monster himself.”

Saying not to look into the abyss.

And to beware of the beast inside of you.

He didn’t know that the word meant the misinformation system and Abraxas who returned him, but Jinseong didn’t know exactly what it meant.

It was the reason he was puzzled.

In the sparring with Kiren just before, the last blow he inflicted was fiercely oxidized along with Kiren’s fanning.

After that, as long as he doesn’t come back to life and run into Karen.

Because his teacher couldn’t have given him such a warning.

‘It’s not like they’re trying to take over my body or they’ve already taken it or something like that. It only happened in the game...that’s it. It doesn’t make sense for me to go back 10 years now, but...’

Jinseong thought as he opened the refrigerator door. The lid of the bottle of lime-scented soda spewed a sharp sound as it turned.

The number of cases was not as high as expected, but one thing we can say for sure is that all of them happened within the game.

Even though it was because of what happened in the game that he was able to return to 10 years ago.

Even so, if the main stream, such as the Cross Dawning Society or Keren’s Secret Wish, was something that could influence his life, Jinseong was confident that he would definitely say no.

Except for the coercion of the misinformation system that forces even the physical body of reality and the dubious first word about starting the test, there is nothing particularly problematic.

It was because, except for various in-game disadvantages such as canceling the sensory limit, there were hardly any restrictions in reality after starting the game.

“uh...?”

That is, until a dizzying feeling of dizziness covers his entire body.

“Ouch.”

Udang-tang-tang!

Jinseong rolled on the floor as his eyes spun and his mind wandered.

The carbonated water in my hand plummeted to the floor and splashed in all directions.

It felt as if the blood was draining all at once, and the nerves throughout the body had lost their power, like a puppet whose threads had been cut off.

– الانتقاما ...تضربني ...الآن...

– الاستيلا ...ءعلى تق ...دمالشرالقديم...!

And Jinseong suddenly felt the terrible pain he had experienced before expand inside his head, accompanied by a voice that seemed to penetrate his ears.

It was as if a demon were whispering ceaselessly, but the number increased so much that no sound could be heard.

‘My head... is about to explode...’

Jinseong headed for the front door. It looked like it was struggling to wait for the floor and fall over again.

At the same time as my consciousness fades away, my head feels like it’s about to explode, and I can’t even breathe properly due to an unknown sense of vomiting.

Moreover, when the nerves and blood vessels of the whole body are burning hot like a ball of fire, Jin-seong’s ability to head toward the front door without losing consciousness is worthy of being called superhuman mental strength.

“Dial 119..... Connect....”

– Connects to the 119 Safety Report Center.

Poof!

When Jinseong tilted his head, Hyeeun held out her hand. When he held out his cell phone, Hye-eun quickly dialed the number.

Hye-eun, who is sitting on the caregiver’s bed and fiddling with her cell phone.

The soft sunlight of the blue sky pouring in from outside the window.

Maybe it was because of his mood that Hye-eun, immersed in sunlight, looked like a different person and not the ragged Royal Knight he knew.

“My phone is locked, so I don’t know who it is. I got a lot of calls. Check it out.”

“...Ah yes. yes.”

And Jinseong stared blankly at Hyeeun for a while, then answered reflexively by accepting the cell phone she held out.

I don’t know why, but I felt like my mind was going through something.

“Get some rest. I’ll go.”

“thank you. Go carefully.”

Eventually, Hyeeun left.

* * *

“This baby !!!! If you collapsed, you should have called hyung right away!!!”

“evil!”

When the man screamed and hit his head, Jinseong screamed. The man’s face was flushed with anger.

Minjun Do.

He was a former convenience store manager—called a store owner—and a streamer currently affiliated with Switch.

“Still, what if I hit the head with a sick person? Then he gets arrested for attempted murder?”

“Don’t get black! Do you know how worried I was because I couldn’t reach you?! When you say that you barely contacted you, you mean that you are in the hospital after collapsing?!”

As Jinseong let out a dying sound and wrapped his head around Minjun, he raised his hand above his head with a stern look on his face.

I wanted to get a few handprints on my back right away, but as he said, I couldn’t because I was a patient.

Every time I log in to the game, I wonder if Jinseong, who has never been in, logged out for some reason and didn’t even show his nose.

Moreover, at the words of his younger brother, Jin-Hun, that his older brother is not being contacted, Min-Jun turned to that day and headed to the place where Jin-Seong lived.

It’s about the password. I already have a lot of foreign language.

However, when I headed home, I didn’t answer the dozens of calls I made, and when I opened the door and entered the house, all there was was sparkling water and shoes spilled on the floor.

Unless there was a thief in the house—a UFC-class fighter with at least 16th dan or higher in martial arts—there weren’t that many cases in which the family went bankrupt like this, as Min-jun knew.

It was because he was a thorough guy even though he lived alone, and it was his natural spirit that he couldn’t see anything dirty.

But...

“It’s nothing. The test results said there was no problem. It is a case often seen in people who have been brain-tuned with virtual reality devices for too long. They say that the autonomic nervous system or central nervous system seems to have developed temporary imbalance or abnormal symptoms due to overworking the brain...” “

...Isn’t that a big deal? huh? I almost crossed the Jordan River when I lost contact to see if the person had fallen down or was alive.”

“Everything else is fine. There is no metabolic problem or anything like that... Most of the patients in similar cases get better quickly after resting for a while. haha.”

“G-Ral. It’s my fault for worrying I was so excited to get behind. yes?”

“Violence is bad.”

When Jinseong raised his hands, Minjun softened his glaring face.

The sigh he let out as he bent his head was a bonus.

To say the least, it was Jin-seong who suffered the most, but it was probably because he knew what he was worried about rather than because he was immature.

Even more so, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Jinseong did everything he could for him, since he kindly explained everything for himself.

In the first place, he has a personality that hates repeating the same words over and over again.

Looking at Min-joon’s apology with a meaningless smile over and over again.

Asking him to do this and that any longer was an act of overstepping his authority and ignoring him.

“Should I order pork feet? brother?”

Fuck!

And Jinseong smiled at Minjun.