Chapter 79: Purgatory (8)
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Chapter 79: Purgatory (8)
People trapped in Purgatory were locked in their eternal past, endlessly reliving their worst memories.
However, if someone escaped from Purgatory...
They became almost superhuman with an ironclad mind.
Those who overcame their past could live the rest of their lives with a refined spirit, succeeding in whatever they did, free from distracting thoughts.
Witnesses called these superhumans products of a trial, a mysterious place of empowerment if only one could pass through.
But could this truly be called a trial?
Cheondo harbored doubts and was certain.
Those who called the ordeal of this place a trial didn’t seek to know the stories of those who couldn’t escape Purgatory.
Or perhaps the dead couldn’t speak, so they remained ignorant.
“......”
Cheondo closed her eyes and pondered.
‘A very alien power.’
The power she released through the mistletoe was already eroding the entire dungeon.
Weak as she might be, she was still the Celestial Demon. She could faintly sense the old man’s presence here.
The dungeon’s power and the old man’s abilities.
‘I knew it, but... as expected.’
A terrifying ability.
She knew it was the same ability she had encountered as a child.
Thus, what Lee Shiheon would experience... would undoubtedly be the same as hers.
The experience of being trapped in the past. It wouldn’t be easy.
No matter how hard you tried, a place you couldn’t escape from was more aptly called hell than a trial.
‘Celestial Demons must turn crises into opportunities, as they say.’The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
Recalling her master’s golden words, Cheondo clasped her hands as if praying.
‘He must succeed.’
To escape the power of the World Tree. To root out the persistent mistletoe that had entrenched itself in Lee Shiheon’s soul.
He had to let go of the status window.
“...Ah.”
I had a nightmare.
A memory I had vowed to forget, yet why did it keep resurfacing?
On a quiet evening as the sun set, I got up groaning and wiped my sweaty face with my hands.
‘My phone.’
Instinctively, I fumbled beside the mat, searching for my phone.
Then, thud- my hand knocked over a cola can, spilling the cigarette ashes piled on top.
Ignoring it, I found my phone and naturally logged into the community to check the post I made.
-Is this game fun?
└Yeah, try it.
└Super fun.
Reviewing niche games was quite enjoyable.
I got to play games I liked, increase their player base, and even help with the game company’s promotions. It was like killing three birds with one stone.
After briefly checking the comments, I got up and sat in front of my computer.
My reflection, a complete wreck, appeared on the monitor.
-Throb.
Once again, a strange thought crossed my mind.
It felt like I was failing to remember something crucial, something I shouldn’t forget.
‘Shit.’
A curse word came to mind out of nowhere.
‘Cheondo... Seyeong?’
Subsequent to these memories, names I seemed to have heard somewhere but couldn’t quite remember started surfacing in my mind.
Who could they be?
I tilted my head, gazing out the window. The dark sky had a gaping hole in it.
-Whoosh!
The computer’s CPU, interrupting my thoughts, began to boot up. Reaching out to the mouse, which somehow even had a scent, I spent time aimlessly surfing the internet.
-Click, click.
Days passed by playing games or reading humorous posts online, smirking to myself.
I had been living the life of a recluse for quite a while.
I was nothing like the person who saw potential in me and risked their life for me.
Throb.
A headache struck again.
Why today? As if recalling a neglected past, I found myself revisiting old regrets. It felt ridiculous to dwell on things long gone.
‘I wish I could go back.’
Yet, I still harbored such futile thoughts.
A life riddled with mistakes, it seemed like tightening a screw could set everything right, but everything was too tangled.
-Rustle.
I opened the drawer beside the desk. Inside lay a frame that shouldn’t have been there.
A faded childhood drawing in the frame showed a kid, made of circles and lines, drawn with tiny hands, smiling confidently.
‘I wanted to.’
At least, like the kid in the drawing.
‘To live without shame.’
I turned around. A chilly wind sharply cut through my waist.
“Making that choice was the hardest part.”
I wondered whom I was speaking to, laughing hollowly like a deranged clown.
Life didn’t allow a return to the past. I knew this better than anyone.
Sitting alone, hunched over in my chair, I dropped my head.
-Click.
The last cursor sound echoed painfully in the room. I stared blankly at the monitor.
[Comments on the Post about Namuddal]
A humor post title that seemed oddly familiar caught my eye. My fabricated curiosity, used to justify my past behaviors, was piqued.
Just as I was about to click on the title, I felt as if something connected inside me.
“...?”
A sense of déjà vu struck me, and my skin crawled.
“You’ve lived quite a challenging life.”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“But... I wasn’t wrong about you.”
An unfamiliar voice struck my ears like a hammer.
“You were never a brave one. I don’t know what people in your world consider normal.”
My throat felt parched.
“In my eyes, you seem quite kind.”
Confusion washed over me as I touched my face, reflecting on those soothing words I didn’t remember hearing.
“You didn’t try to hide your mistakes. Most people would have forgotten and moved on, but you kept agonizing over them, scared of repeating the same errors.”
“That’s not it. I just couldn’t adapt.”
“Sometimes, it helps to believe in what others say. And don’t interrupt your master. I’m speaking now.”
“Lee Shiheon.”
Why did this person know my name? After much contemplation, one name flashed through my mind.
“I won’t tell you to forget what you consider your sin. Only you know your heart. It would be presumptuous for me to judge. So, as your master, I can only say this.”
Cheondo.
“Just do better from now on.”
I closed my eyes and hunched over the desk. My clenched fists trembled as new emotions bloomed within me.
“Too many people in this world can’t even do that.”
“Is it okay for me to do that?”
“Of course.”
In the past, I lived in a wretched single room, decaying, doing nothing.
I had resided there, never seeking change after that day, trying not to harm others.
Faded memories returned.
I learned everything I had forgotten since moving to the other world.
Crime, obsession.
Choices I would never have made originally.
“So, I’ll ask again. Remember my question when you get there.”
To that final question, I responded.
“Who are you, really?”
At that moment, the crack in the sky became even larger.
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Chapter 79: Purgatory (8)
People trapped in Purgatory were locked in their eternal past, endlessly reliving their worst memories.
However, if someone escaped from Purgatory...
They became almost superhuman with an ironclad mind.
Those who overcame their past could live the rest of their lives with a refined spirit, succeeding in whatever they did, free from distracting thoughts.
Witnesses called these superhumans products of a trial, a mysterious place of empowerment if only one could pass through.
But could this truly be called a trial?
Cheondo harbored doubts and was certain.
Those who called the ordeal of this place a trial didn’t seek to know the stories of those who couldn’t escape Purgatory.
Or perhaps the dead couldn’t speak, so they remained ignorant.
“......”
Cheondo closed her eyes and pondered.
‘A very alien power.’
The power she released through the mistletoe was already eroding the entire dungeon.
Weak as she might be, she was still the Celestial Demon. She could faintly sense the old man’s presence here.
The dungeon’s power and the old man’s abilities.
‘I knew it, but... as expected.’
A terrifying ability.
She knew it was the same ability she had encountered as a child.
Thus, what Lee Shiheon would experience... would undoubtedly be the same as hers.
The experience of being trapped in the past. It wouldn’t be easy.
No matter how hard you tried, a place you couldn’t escape from was more aptly called hell than a trial.
‘Celestial Demons must turn crises into opportunities, as they say.’The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
Recalling her master’s golden words, Cheondo clasped her hands as if praying.
‘He must succeed.’
To escape the power of the World Tree. To root out the persistent mistletoe that had entrenched itself in Lee Shiheon’s soul.
He had to let go of the status window.
“...Ah.”
I had a nightmare.
A memory I had vowed to forget, yet why did it keep resurfacing?
On a quiet evening as the sun set, I got up groaning and wiped my sweaty face with my hands.
‘My phone.’
Instinctively, I fumbled beside the mat, searching for my phone.
Then, thud- my hand knocked over a cola can, spilling the cigarette ashes piled on top.
Ignoring it, I found my phone and naturally logged into the community to check the post I made.
-Is this game fun?
└Yeah, try it.
└Super fun.
Reviewing niche games was quite enjoyable.
I got to play games I liked, increase their player base, and even help with the game company’s promotions. It was like killing three birds with one stone.
After briefly checking the comments, I got up and sat in front of my computer.
My reflection, a complete wreck, appeared on the monitor.
-Throb.
Once again, a strange thought crossed my mind.
It felt like I was failing to remember something crucial, something I shouldn’t forget.
‘Shit.’
A curse word came to mind out of nowhere.
‘Cheondo... Seyeong?’
Subsequent to these memories, names I seemed to have heard somewhere but couldn’t quite remember started surfacing in my mind.
Who could they be?
I tilted my head, gazing out the window. The dark sky had a gaping hole in it.
-Whoosh!
The computer’s CPU, interrupting my thoughts, began to boot up. Reaching out to the mouse, which somehow even had a scent, I spent time aimlessly surfing the internet.
-Click, click.
Days passed by playing games or reading humorous posts online, smirking to myself.
I had been living the life of a recluse for quite a while.
I was nothing like the person who saw potential in me and risked their life for me.
Throb.
A headache struck again.
Why today? As if recalling a neglected past, I found myself revisiting old regrets. It felt ridiculous to dwell on things long gone.
‘I wish I could go back.’
Yet, I still harbored such futile thoughts.
A life riddled with mistakes, it seemed like tightening a screw could set everything right, but everything was too tangled.
-Rustle.
I opened the drawer beside the desk. Inside lay a frame that shouldn’t have been there.
A faded childhood drawing in the frame showed a kid, made of circles and lines, drawn with tiny hands, smiling confidently.
‘I wanted to.’
At least, like the kid in the drawing.
‘To live without shame.’
I turned around. A chilly wind sharply cut through my waist.
“Making that choice was the hardest part.”
I wondered whom I was speaking to, laughing hollowly like a deranged clown.
Life didn’t allow a return to the past. I knew this better than anyone.
Sitting alone, hunched over in my chair, I dropped my head.
-Click.
The last cursor sound echoed painfully in the room. I stared blankly at the monitor.
[Comments on the Post about Namuddal]
A humor post title that seemed oddly familiar caught my eye. My fabricated curiosity, used to justify my past behaviors, was piqued.
Just as I was about to click on the title, I felt as if something connected inside me.
“...?”
A sense of déjà vu struck me, and my skin crawled.
“You’ve lived quite a challenging life.”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“But... I wasn’t wrong about you.”
An unfamiliar voice struck my ears like a hammer.
“You were never a brave one. I don’t know what people in your world consider normal.”
My throat felt parched.
“In my eyes, you seem quite kind.”
Confusion washed over me as I touched my face, reflecting on those soothing words I didn’t remember hearing.
“You didn’t try to hide your mistakes. Most people would have forgotten and moved on, but you kept agonizing over them, scared of repeating the same errors.”
“That’s not it. I just couldn’t adapt.”
“Sometimes, it helps to believe in what others say. And don’t interrupt your master. I’m speaking now.”
“Lee Shiheon.”
Why did this person know my name? After much contemplation, one name flashed through my mind.
“I won’t tell you to forget what you consider your sin. Only you know your heart. It would be presumptuous for me to judge. So, as your master, I can only say this.”
Cheondo.
“Just do better from now on.”
I closed my eyes and hunched over the desk. My clenched fists trembled as new emotions bloomed within me.
“Too many people in this world can’t even do that.”
“Is it okay for me to do that?”
“Of course.”
In the past, I lived in a wretched single room, decaying, doing nothing.
I had resided there, never seeking change after that day, trying not to harm others.
Faded memories returned.
I learned everything I had forgotten since moving to the other world.
Crime, obsession.
Choices I would never have made originally.
“So, I’ll ask again. Remember my question when you get there.”
To that final question, I responded.
“Who are you, really?”
At that moment, the crack in the sky became even larger.
Chapter 79: Purgatory 8People trapped in Purgatory were locked in their eternal past, endlessly reliving their worst memories.However, if someone escaped from Purgatory...They became almost superhuman with an ironclad mind.Those who overcame their past could live the rest of their lives with a refined spirit, succeeding in whatever they did, free from distracting thoughts.Witnesses called these superhumans products of a trial, a mysterious place of empowerment if only one could pass through.But could this truly be called a trial?Cheondo harbored doubts and was certain.Those who called the ordeal of this place a trial didn't seek to know the stories of those who couldn't escape Purgatory.Or perhaps the dead couldn't speak, so they remained ignorant.......Cheondo closed her eyes and pondered.A very alien power.'The power she released through the mistletoe was already eroding the entire dungeon.Weak as she might be, she was still the Celestial Demon. She could faintly sense the old man's presence here.The dungeon's power and the old man's abilities.I knew it, but... as expected.'A terrifying ability.She knew it was the same ability she had encountered as a child.Thus, what Lee Shiheon would experience... would undoubtedly be the same as hers.The experience of being trapped in the past. It wouldn't be easy.No matter how hard you tried, a place you couldn't escape from was more aptly called hell than a trial.Celestial Demons must turn crises into opportunities, as they say.'The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n.Recalling her master's golden words, Cheondo clasped her hands as if praying.He must succeed.'To escape the power of the World Tree. To root out the persistent mistletoe that had entrenched itself in Lee Shiheon's soul.He had to let go of the status window....Ah.I had a nightmare.A memory I had vowed to forget, yet why did it keep resurfacing?On a quiet evening as the sun set, I got up groaning and wiped my sweaty face with my hands.My phone.'Instinctively, I fumbled beside the mat, searching for my phone.Then, thud- my hand knocked over a cola can, spilling the cigarette ashes piled on top.Ignoring it, I found my phone and naturally logged into the community to check the post I made.-Is this game fun?Yeah, try it.Super fun.Reviewing niche games was quite enjoyable.I got to play games I liked, increase their player base, and even help with the game company's promotions. It was like killing three birds with one stone.After briefly checking the comments, I got up and sat in front of my computer.My reflection, a complete wreck, appeared on the monitor.-Throb.Once again, a strange thought crossed my mind.It felt like I was failing to remember something crucial, something I shouldn't forget.Shit.'A curse word came to mind out of nowhere.Cheondo... Seyeong?'Subsequent to these memories, names I seemed to have heard somewhere but couldn't quite remember started surfacing in my mind.Who could they be?I tilted my head, gazing out the window. The dark sky had a gaping hole in it.-Whoosh!The computer's CPU, interrupting my thoughts, began to boot up. Reaching out to the mouse, which somehow even had a scent, I spent time aimlessly surfing the internet.-Click, click.Days passed by playing games or reading humorous posts online, smirking to myself.I had been living the life of a recluse for quite a while.I was nothing like the person who saw potential in me and risked their life for me.Throb.A headache struck again.Why today? As if recalling a neglected past, I found myself revisiting old regrets. It felt ridiculous to dwell on things long gone.I wish I could go back.'Yet, I still harbored such futile thoughts.A life riddled with mistakes, it seemed like tightening a screw could set everything right, but everything was too tangled.-Rustle.I opened the drawer beside the desk. Inside lay a frame that shouldn't have been there.A faded childhood drawing in the frame showed a kid, made of circles and lines, drawn with tiny hands, smiling confidently.I wanted to.'At least, like the kid in the drawing.To live without shame.'I turned around. A chilly wind sharply cut through my waist.Making that choice was the hardest part.I wondered whom I was speaking to, laughing hollowly like a deranged clown.Life didn't allow a return to the past. I knew this better than anyone.Sitting alone, hunched over in my chair, I dropped my head.-Click.The last cursor sound echoed painfully in the room. I stared blankly at the monitor.Comments on the Post about NamuddalA humor post title that seemed oddly familiar caught my eye. My fabricated curiosity, used to justify my past behaviors, was piqued.Just as I was about to click on the title, I felt as if something connected inside me....?A sense of deja vu struck me, and my skin crawled.You've lived quite a challenging life.Yes, I suppose so.But... I wasn't wrong about you.An unfamiliar voice struck my ears like a hammer.You were never a brave one. I don't know what people in your world consider normal.My throat felt parched.In my eyes, you seem quite kind.Confusion washed over me as I touched my face, reflecting on those soothing words I didn't remember hearing.You didn't try to hide your mistakes. Most people would have forgotten and moved on, but you kept agonizing over them, scared of repeating the same errors.That's not it. I just couldn't adapt.Sometimes, it helps to believe in what others say. And don't interrupt your master. I'm speaking now.Lee Shiheon.Why did this person know my name? After much contemplation, one name flashed through my mind.I won't tell you to forget what you consider your sin. Only you know your heart. It would be presumptuous for me to judge. So, as your master, I can only say this.Cheondo.Just do better from now on.I closed my eyes and hunched over the desk. My clenched fists trembled as new emotions bloomed within me.Too many people in this world can't even do that.Is it okay for me to do that?Of course.In the past, I lived in a wretched single room, decaying, doing nothing.I had resided there, never seeking change after that day, trying not to harm others.Faded memories returned.I learned everything I had forgotten since moving to the other world.Crime, obsession.Choices I would never have made originally.So, I'll ask again. Remember my question when you get there.To that final question, I responded.Who are you, really?At that moment, the crack in the sky became even larger.
