Chapter 214

Chapter 214

Gift <Miracle>.

Against the order of the world, the Gift, known for reconstructing the world itself, required an equivalent price once manifested.

For instance, <Empress> Shin Seo-young had to sacrifice her players life to fend off the forces rallying against the pledge to protect humanity.

For instance, <Maiden of the Sanctum> Iriya had to embrace the pain that countless people carried as a price for healing them and die in return.

For instance, <King of Shadows> Shin Do-rim became the king of the dead, losing his memories, as a price for reviving the deceased.

No one who manifested the Gift of <Miracle> survived unscathed.

Broken, dead, or gone mad.

As far as Eunha knew, there was only her, who survived after using the Gift of <Miracle>.

What her sister displayed back then couldnt be considered a complete <Miracle>.

Euna paying the price for the Miracle was because the world she reconstructed was limited.

In reality, it was hard to call it reconstructing the world.

She merely interfered with destiny.

The Miracle emanating from intense situations of the owners surpassed what she demonstrated.

In that sense, Eunha couldnt be seen as manifesting the Miracle.

And he had no intention of letting her manifest it in the future.

It was just lucky that they could save Shin Seo-young, who manifested the Miracle in this life.

If such a thing were to happen again, there would be no way to stop it.

But then, what price did Yi Yujung pay?

.

Returning, she hadnt considered it.

She must have paid the price for the Miracle, considering she unfolded a magic that truly reconstructed the world.

She must have paid the price.

But that he decided not to think about it, assuming she paid the price in her previous life.

The previous and current lives were separate.

There was no way she paid the price for using the Miracle in this life.

So, he was trying to think positively.

No, he wanted to think positively.

That in this life, she was safe.

As if he knew deep down that it would turn out this way.

This life Is Yujung not here?

He had no choice but to dig out the box he had hidden deep in his heart.

The assumptions he wanted to avoid.

Was this your price?

The owner of the Gift of Miracle had to pay a reasonable price for the phenomenon of reconstructing the world.

So, what about her?

What was the suitable price for her, who turned back time by reconstructing the world?

Thats the situation they were in now.

The reality without her.

Even if time had turned back, hadnt she earned the right to exist in the second life?

You, really.

If thats the case, if thats true, then theres no bigger fool.

Its because I used up the strength I should have used for myself just to regress myself.

Even if it means not existing in the next life.

There wasnt a more remarkable self-sacrifice.

You were always like that.

Yi Yujung was always like that.

She thought of others before herself and lived a life of endless sacrifice.

Especially for him.

She followed silently, knowing that there was nothing but death awaiting her on the path he took.

While treating dying comrades, she tried to fulfill the wishes they yearned for deep in their hearts.

This led to her being ridiculed by the players as the Grim Reaper for being a death angel.

She had never lived a life for herself, even though she could leave the Mist Flower Party at any time.

Until the moment he died.

That was the result.

Having sacrificed her life and manifested the Miracle, she did not exist in this life.

Hey, No Eunha. Whats wrong with you?

Eunha, whats going on?

I dont know how much time passed.

Lost in aimless wandering through the hall, he turned around at a hand on his shoulder.

His friends were there.

They were all looking at him with serious expressions.

Captain, are you okay? Your face right now

Whats No, its fine. Lets talk about this later.

Are you really okay?

Hayang, who stepped forward, tightly held his wrist.

As if trying to hold him back from going somewhere.

The other kids were the same.

It was only after Eunha saw the faces of his friends that he could regain his composure.

Sorry. Its nothing.

Someone who says its nothing looks like that? Are you really okay?

Seona asked, furrowing her brows.

Bingo?

This is ridiculous. How did you even get into the academy?

The instructor laughed at the absurdity.

The student who answered Bingo blushed, and the students burst into light laughter.

The atmosphere in the class was filled with the papers distributed by the instructor.

At that moment, when all the students who raised their hands had answered and there was no response, the instructor noticed Eunha, who was looking out the window with his chin in his hand.

There, second place.

Second place.

Second place!

No Eunha! Yes?

Yes? Did you just say Yes?

The instructor scratched his head.

When his name was called, Eunha looked at the irritated instructor.

Im sorry.

I have another piece of advice for you. Its better not to answer the instructors questions with doubt. No Eunha, its the first day today, so Ill let it slide. If you do it again next time, Ill be tough on you.

Yes.

In every class, there were always those who were arrogant about their skills and ignored the instructors.

The instructor, who sighed, decided to ask Eunha a question to embarrass him.

So, No Eunha, the student who came in second in the entrance exam. What do you think the paper I gave you is for? Surely the second-place student knows, right?

The instructor provoked Eunha.

With an uninterested look, Eunha finally looked down at the paper the instructor had given him.

An empty sheet of paper.

He noticed the glances around him. The students were watching him with anxious expressions.

Yes, I understand.

Really? You understand?

Yes.

Eunha asserted.

Ignoring the surprised instructor, he responded nonchalantly.

Its a will. A will?

The instructor widened his eyes, and the students chuckled.

Even in that atmosphere, Eunha remained indifferent.

What the instructor had given was a will.

He remembered receiving a paper from the instructor on the day he entered the high academy.

It was a will.

It wasnt just that time.

Academy students or players had to periodically write wills to prepare for situations where they might die at any moment.

Moreover, when players performed dangerous missions, they had to rewrite their wills at that time.

Right, thats correct. Its a will.

Some of you might not understand why you have to write a will at this age. But you entered the academy to become players, and that means you might die at any time. Even academy students often die. The academy is such a place. And the world outside the academy, after graduating, the players world is even more miserable than this.

Students listened attentively to the supervisors explanation.

The single piece of paper in front of them began to seem heavy.

Dead people cant speak. In our world, its common for people to die without leaving their last words. So, write down what you want to say before you die.

A players life is arduous.

Many die without anyone acknowledging them.

Even more so when their final words arent recorded in the world.

Thats why they write wills.

To leave proof that they existed in this world.

And

To comfort those left behind by the people who departed. If they leave without a word, how sad will it be for those left behind.

Even if someone is an orphan, there will always be someone who remembers them on the path they walked. You should know that.

Wills were also a means for players to reclaim their own hearts.

The instructor didnt explicitly mention it.

The students, realizing the nature of the distributed papers, faced the wills with solemn expressions.

As a member of humanity, theres one thing I wish for you. Until the moment you die, kill more monsters and protect the world.

The righteousness of a player is to kill monsters to protect humanity.

However, the instructor added a but after that statement.

But as an academy instructor, as players like you. Survive. Survive with a smiling face and return to the arms of those you love.

From now on, well have you write wills every semester at the academy. The wills endorsed by the instructor will be strictly kept for that semester.

With that, the instructor concluded the speech.

The students looked at the wills.

After a while, some picked up their pens.

Following suit, other students also took up their pens, starting to write something on the blank sheets of paper.

But Eunha submitted a paper with nothing written on it.

Because he had sworn not to die here.

TLN: Damn this chapter was long, and sad.