Chapter 190

Chapter 190

[ReLife]

There are sounds that cannot be ignored.

Its the sound that wakes you up every time you try to bask in the bliss of everyday life.

Save me.

Please.

Help me.

Its a wake-up call that makes you gag like youve just pulled your head out of the water.

The sensation of being covered in cold water and the raggedness of the breath youve been holding, you realize youre on a battlefield far from home.

On the soles of the feet, fresh blood seemed to draw a map, staining the ground a deep crimson, and when the clenched hand was opened, sticky blood trickled through the fingers.

Looking around, there were bodies piled up, seemingly ready to scream at any moment, and the metallic sound of someone moving a weapon and the monsters roar, exploding from under the body, could be heard from somewhere.

Those were the bodies of those he had forced to die, the cries of those who had been sacrificed for him.

I did as I was told.

I did what you wanted.

Scoffs of ridicule echoing.

This is what it looks like.

Everyones dead.

Except you.

For you.

Cold as a sharp blade.

But are you the only one who will survive?

How could you be so selfish?

You shouldnt be the only one.

The questioning that stabs you in the chest.

A probing that pierces the heart.

To escape the pain that makes you want to block your ears and avert your eyes, if you looked ahead, everyday life was there.

There, people who had brought happiness from just around the corner were walking.

To approach them, he reached out his hand and took a step

Now we dont matter?

Arent we important?

Just so you can be happy?

The hands of the dead reaching out to grab your ankles as you turn your head.

And those who rise from death, trying to obscure everyday life.

Help us who cared for you.

Rescue us who understood you.

Save us who sacrificed for you.

I understand.

I know.

The echoing sound of death, the darkness that swirls, all of it was something he had created.

It wasnt the cries of the dead.

The dead have no words.

Even so, the reason he couldnt ignore the illusion he had created was

Because I am weak.

If his comrades who knew him as <Berserker>, who had killed and been killed as commanded, were here, they would scoff at him from hell.

Yeah, scoff.

But this time, its different.

With memories from before he could walk or talk, he could feel the love of a family he couldnt remember in his previous life.

Having lost his family at a young age, he hadnt known the value of family.

He learned that in this life.

The love of his family comforted No Eunha, an <Undead> who lived, unable to die, with emotions worn away.

Twenty-six years after losing his family.

Living solely to die, to kill something, he lived. The second life felt like the sweetest rest.

Thats why he wanted to live like this.

He wanted to enjoy it like this.

He wanted to be happy like this.

He didnt want to do anything.

Just like this.

Only like this.

But you know the future, dont you?

Yet you wont make an effort?

Why? Why?

Sometimes he heard such words.

A voice that flogs his decision not to do anything.

Every time, he wanted to ask in return.

Why? Why not?

Whats so great about knowing the future?

What makes you think its easy to change it?

Anyone can say it with words.

Do I really have to make an effort for that?

Why should I make an effort?

Ive suffered so much before the regression, havent I?

Whats the point of changing the future?

Whats the point of succeeding?

Cant I just live as I am?

I dont desire anything.

Im fine just the way I am.

Being ordinary thats the best.

It was a life I would rather die.

But I didnt take my own life because I didnt want my life to be in vain at someone elses expense.

And maybejust maybeI wanted to find a reason to live.

Thats why Im weak.

Im a coward.

The man who had lost his reason to live and was determined to die was, in a funny way, looking for a new reason to live.

But how?

Time spent in the first life, time spent in the second life, told him.

Being a weakling and excessively greedy person, he couldnt shake off his lingering attachments.

I made you wait, didnt I?

There is no way to avoid being snatched away.

There is absolutely nothing I cannot protect.

There is definitely no turning back.

Even if its hard, I will endure it firmly.

Even if its difficult to endure, I will be tenacious.

I will somehow, stubbornly move forward.

Even if its a harsh and tough road.

Even if its a path I have to walk alone.

Is that okay?

Its okay.

You wont regret it?

I wont regret it.

There will be no regrets.

Because the moment I made the decision, my heart felt so much better.

The more I thought about the things I wanted to protect, the more I felt an indescribable sense of fullness.

So please wait. Ill come to meet you.

Yes, Ill wait.

Thats what Lee Yoo Jung would say.

With those words, the ringing in my head disappeared.

The world where death lurked also disappeared.

The strong wind swept away both the sound and the world.

Long time no see.

Eunha had come to the Han River today. Leaning on the railing of the bridge, he gazed out at the vast river.

The deep, silent river flowed endlessly, its depth unfathomable.

Congratulations on coming out into the world.

The day had arrived.

The time for choice.

March 7th.

Today was the day Ha Baek-ryeon was born.

A child twelve years younger than him would have come into the world somewhere around this time.

It meant he could no longer stand by and watch.

The future of the young fairy, so young and innocent that she would eventually become a mere pawn, was at stake.

He couldnt let that happen.

In his past life, he had to watch Ha Baek-ryeon obediently follow their words, and sometimes, he had to witness her being mocked for it.

He knew how to kill, but he couldnt help the malice that reached out to her.

As a player, a mere named player at best, he had no wealth, no power, nothing to help her.

At best, he had the brute force of the <Berserker>, a name people feared.

And the name <Undead>.

As such, he was a double-edged sword to her.

This time is different.

But not in this life.

He reached over the railing, making a gesture of grabbing for something.

Power.

I will make anyone kneel before you.

And wealth.

I will not let anyone look down on you.

Strength.

I will make sure no one dares to stand against you.

This time is different.

Because I will no longer turn away from my reason to live.

I wont hesitate to do whatever it takes to be happy.

To do that.

Im going to be a player.

It was the best thing he could do.

His internal mana had already reached the level it had before the regression.

No, it was slightly more.

Yet, his internal mana was still increasing.

It could be said that the vessel containing mana had become wider.

Perhaps because he had been dealing with mana since he was young.

Even so, it wont increase much.

It doesnt matter.

What you lack, you make up for with something else.

My mana handling skills were actually much better than before the regression.

The nameless gift is also giving me strength.

Its okay. Thats right.

He didnt need to become strong alone, and he shouldnt become strong alone.

No matter how strong a human being is, they cant face disasters and calamities alone.

Above all, what he should confront is this damn world.

So he just needed to acquire that much strength.

He could do it.

Theres nothing he cant do.

Everything that happened in the world until now was not more than history he vaguely knew.

Things he had only passed by without experiencing firsthand, through words or writings.

Its different from now on.

Especially from the moment he graduates from the Player Academy.

Because the things he had experienced firsthand would come back to him.

I mean, lets be real, Yoo Jung is the real MVP here!

I swear, the main reason I read this novel is for Yoo Jungs sake (and the kids, and his family. Oh, and the academy player arc). As for Eunha and his love life, I couldnt care less who he ends up with, as long as hes happy. Like seriously, happy AF.