The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 145: Trials (3)

And.

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“Hey! Inma! Wake up! We have to do this quickly while Mom’s not home!”

Again.

The same day repeated.

Eat.

Blow up balloons.

Eat dinner together.

Choose rings.

Watch TV.

Ate tangerines.

The next day came.

Mom went next door.

A fire broke out.

Everyone died.

Again.

The same day repeated.

Eat.

Blow up balloons.

We all had dinner together.

We chose rings.

We watched TV.

We ate tangerines.

The next day came.

Mom went to the house next door.

A fire broke out.

We all died.

We ate dinner.

We blew up balloons.

We all had dinner together.

We chose rings.

We watched TV.

We ate tangerines.

The next day came.

Mom went to the house next door.

A fire broke out.

We all died.

This time was different.

We left the house.

We returned home after sleeping out in the cold park for two days.

We were all burned to death.

We went up to the 6th floor.

We took all the man's cigarettes and threw the ashtray in the trash can.

This time, the fire was caused by a short circuit.

We all died.

I cleared away all the oil drums next door.

The gas exploded.

They all burned to death.

I never left my mom.

There was a fire.

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My dad came to find me.

He saved me first.

And.

They all burned to death.

I pressed the fire alarm.

It didn't ring because it was broken.

There was a fire.

They all burned to death.

I poured water all over my body and went into the house next door.

I immediately opened the door and found my mom unconscious.

I grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the house.

The blackened arm was torn apart.

My dad came.

He saved me first.

I went to save my mom who was still alive.

They all burned to death.

On the day of the fire, I cried and clung to my dad, preventing him from going to work.

A little later, an emergency call came.

I got a big scolding from my dad for trying to stop them.

My dad went out.

There was a fire.

They all burned to death.

There was a fire.

They burned to death.

When people burn, they smell like burnt fish.

Is it because they burnt in oil?

That's strange.

I learned that it's hard for people to die from sparks that explode from a short circuit.

The muscles contract for a moment, but that's all.

But fires catch fire easily.

Even on dry laundry.

Even on oil.

Even on my grandmother's body.

Even on my mother's body.

I learned that fire extinguishers have an expiration date.

They don't come out when they're old.

It seems like they have to be replaced periodically.

Where do I change them?

There are also fire extinguishers that contain liquid.

If you throw them like a bomb, they explode and put out the fire.

But would it make a difference if I scooped up a bucket of sea water?

The fire that spread to 18 barrels of waste oil could not be put out.

I heard my mother scream for the first time.

I screamed after seeing the fire spread to my body.

My mother's body was already completely burned.

Why is it that I suffer more when I'm sick?

I don't know.

Bones don't burn easily.

Thin ones burn away, but thick ones retain their shape.

But they crumble when you press them with your hand.

It'll be hard to filter out the ash.

If you filter and filter.

It'll be in a jar a little smaller than others.

Yeah. It was like that in the past too.

My mother's was less than half.

Without sleeping.

I didn't lose consciousness.

I moved on to the day after the fire.

The day I remember.

My relatives, my father's family came to see me.

And quietly.

They talked about life insurance and chatted among themselves.

I think firefighters get something like a pension.

They clicked their tongues, saying that it would be hard for them to get my mother's.

And they tried to comfort me with kind words.

And then.

My eyes were all burned.

My fingers melted and became three.

One of my eardrums was damaged so I couldn't hear.

The piece of glass in my knee cut my nerves so I couldn't walk.

They fought each other, saying that they were taking me to their house.

I wanted to commit suicide.

Because I couldn't move.

I couldn't die.

I should die once my arm healed.

Suddenly, I returned to the first day.

A day like any other.

A routine like any other.

Eat dinner.

Blow up balloons.

Eat dinner together.

Choose a ring. Watching TV.

Ate tangerines.

The next day came.

Mom went to the house next door.

A fire broke out.

Everyone died.

Strangely enough, tears kept flowing.

They poured like crazy.

And then they stopped.

I guess there were no more tears to shed.

*****

I went back to the first day.

I recalled my past memories and decided to do the same thing.

I didn't go out because I was sleepy when Dad called.

I didn't blow up the balloon.

I didn't eat dinner together.

I didn't choose a ring.

The next day came.

I didn't help Mom.

And then a fire broke out.

I went out late and opened the door next door.

Before I got crushed by the bookshelf, I saw the grandma making a fuss. Then, bang- the bookshelf fell over and crushed the grandma.

I ignored the screams and opened the door to my room. I see my mother, who hasn’t lost consciousness.

A new burn scar is added to the original one.

A swollen blister.

Pus bursting out of it.

And yet.

I’m afraid I’ll be surprised.

I hold back my scream.

A gentle voice tells me to hurry and get out, because Mom is okay.

I grab Mom’s wrist and drag her.

A piece of glass is embedded in Mom’s body.

I hear Mom sobbing.

I want to lift her up.

But I can’t find the strength in my body.

I’m sorry, Mom.

Keep going.

Just like before.

I drag Mom.

The oil that leaked out blocked my escape route.

Mom, who had glass shards embedded all over her body.

She crawled and hugged me tightly.

And she told me it was okay.

She loved me.

Dad came in.

He wrapped Mom’s body around.

He put a wet towel on my face.

The smell of grilled fish comes through the towel.

An unknown liquid falls on my face.

Pieces, powder, teeth fall.

But there is no scream.

With muffled pronunciation, he says it is okay.

That he loves me.

That he will definitely save me.

Just like that, Mom's voice fades.

Dad's voice gets louder.

Still, there is no scream of pain.

The lights go out.

People come in.

Soon.

Dad's voice stops.

I was rescued by people.

My legs are all burned and useless.

My head has become stupid.

My lungs are ruined.

One eyeball is broken.

My right hand has three fingers.

My left has four.

Dad's family gathers.

They talk about insurance money.

They fight.

And.

Again.

For the first time.

You can't stop death.

So you did the same thing.

A fire broke out.

You went into the house next door.

You dragged your mom out.

You were held in her arms.

It was warm.

Your dad came to find you.

You were held in your dad's arms too.

It was warm.

That's how.

Your mom died first.

The fire went out.

Your dad died late.

It's amazing.

How did you survive until the end?

What did you say at the end, with your mouth wide open?

You were taken to a family's house.

You were locked in a room.

You ate the food given to you every hour.

You felt your diaper getting fluffy every time.

You felt your body getting better.

You finally started to move your arms.

You hid that fact.

When your family wasn't around.

You crawled up to the rooftop.

My legs are all worn out from crawling up the stairs.

A path of blood follows me.

But there is no pain.

Finally, I reached the rooftop.

4th floor. Can I die in one go?

Let's try.

I crawled to the railing with difficulty and threw myself.

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The night wind brushed past me.

For a short moment, I swam through the world.

I touched the floor.

The sound of a watermelon breaking.

But I didn't die.

It hurt.

It hurt so much that I could die.

I didn't die.

I had no choice but to drag my body screaming in pain and crawl up to the rooftop.

With my left arm broken, I worked hard with my remaining left arm and chin.

That's how I arrived at the rooftop.

I threw myself again.

I hit my waist against the railing as I fell.

And I touched the floor.

Ah.

But.

Again.

Alive.

I crawled.

My arms were broken.

I crawled hard with only my chin.

It was very hard to climb the stairs, but I got the hang of it.

That's how I arrived at the rooftop.

I threw myself.

This time, it wasn't the ground, but a soft mattress.

The ambulance came.

I.

I couldn't die.

I was locked up in a mental hospital.

It was the day I was discharged.

I felt the gazes looking at me like I was a monster.

Even on Earth.

Even in the black sun, I was a monster.

It's okay.

I'm used to it.

I was locked in the house, receiving those gazes.

Time passed and passed.

I was able to move my arms.

The door was locked tightly.

All I could do was.

My phone and my computer.

That's it.

I turned on the computer.

I connected to the black sun.

And, I progressed through the story.

What I can't do, the game characters can do.

They're not idiots like me.

These characters can save people.

Like that.

Right before the end.

A peaceful morning.

I heard my father's voice.

Ah.

No. No. No. No. No.

I ate breakfast.

I, I was wrong.

I should have died instead.

Blowing up a balloon.

According to what my relatives say, instead of a monster like me, a kind mom and a cool dad should have lived.

Having dinner with mom.

Saving me.

Because of me.

That idiot me crawled into that house.

Picking out a ring.

If I had saved mom from the beginning, I would have lived.

Why did I survive?

The next day came.

Why am I feeling this.

Pain?

A fire broke out.

For what?

What do I want to do?

What on earth am I for?

I see mom's pitch-black corpse.

The ash that fell from it scatters.

The necklace around my neck is annoying.

I see dad's pitch-black corpse wrapped around mom.

The arms that were thicker than my legs slowly ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) break like bare tree branches.

The silver ring on my hand sparkles.

A voice in my ear.

-Open your eyes, Noah.

A voice in my head.

-Everything is okay.

It wakes me up.

-Trust me, and open your eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Raise your head.

Open your eyes.

“...Ah.”

The words that have been tormenting me.

The sentences.

The curse.

[The subject is a character in a game.]

It is saying that this is not reality.

Again-

[Noah, you are not a character in a game.]

It is saying that this is not where I belong.

Again-

[Please remember.]

It tells me not to forget.

[Our precious memories.]

The happy memories of laughing and talking.

[The time we spent together.]

The time we fell asleep sharing the sound of our hearts.

[The promise we made.]

The promise we promised to keep for the rest of our lives.

[The name of the person who loves you.]

Shin Eun-ah.

My mother who loved me unconditionally.

Park Ha-seok.

My father who treated me more like his own child than his own.

And.

“...Rubia.”

Another-

“Finally, I found you.”

I turned my head.

There.

“It’s been a really long time.”

With brilliant silver hair.

and transparent blue eyes.

Smiling like a flower in full bloom.

“My, Noah.”

There was the infinitely beautiful Rubia.