Chapter 1: Resentment
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Chapter 1: Resentment
Whoosh.
The sharp blade pierced the mans chest.
His expressionless face was truly pitiful.
He genuinely looked like he didnt understand why this was happening.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
[Why, why cant I reach you?]
His earnest gestures and tone, every single one of his actions, expressed his grievance towards the girl.
However, her response was utterly cold.
[What are you saying? Just die.]
The man who lost the duel couldnt touch the girl in the end.
His daily practice of swinging the sword, all his efforts to get her attention and surpass her, were all in vain.
No matter how hard he tried, he could never beat her.
Because he was mediocre, and she was a genius.
Genius.
Not as a metaphor or exaggeration but as a being born with a talent from the heavens.
If human talents were to be compared to lights, the gap between him and her would be greater than the gap between the midday sun and a dying firefly.
Clan, village, generation. Standing atop insignificant things, he was the mediocre one destined to fade away without a trace in the course of time; she was the hero, forever standing in the heavens, illuminating history in all her glory.
This vast gap couldnt be closed with a few years of early training or by consuming better elixirs.
Their seeds were just different.
Typhoons and morning mist.
Dragons and minnows.
Cheetahs and racehounds.
That was the difference between a genius and a non-genius.
I was furious.
Because I had seen a character that resembled me die miserably and pointlessly on the screen over and over again.
The character that was just moving on the screen without exaggeration, at over a hundred decision points in the game, would die no matter what choice was made.
In other words, a character purposefully designed to never clear the game.
Of all the characters, that one had to look like me.
If I had just heard about it, I would have thought this was just self-conscious exaggeration, pure nonsense.
Still, saying that the character and I looked alike wasnt just an offhand observation.
The furrowed brows on a grim face, the scar near the eye from a childhood fall, even the habit of rubbing the sore nape of my neckit all replicated me perfectly.
Of course, I had also thought, Its just a coincidence, it cant be, and tried to deny it.
But now
I had gone through all the games choices, watched the ending credits I had always skipped, and finally confirmed it.
[Creative Designer Shin Yura]
There was a familiar name, tightly knotted with me by a long-lasting karmic relationship.
Son of a b*tch.
I had heard she got a job years ago, but I didnt think shed be doing something like this.
A curse slipped involuntarily from my mouth, and my lips felt scorched.
Shin Yura.
Just seeing those two words made a thought I had buried deep in my heart resurface.
Why does this b*tch always mess with me?
Yura was
No, this twisted-character woman had always messed with me.
I never liked her from the start.
No, its just Its a nostalgic scene.
Nostalgic scene?
Yes, a nostalgic scene from nostalgic times. I was seeing the childhood version of Yura, blurry but vivid. I was seeing a person I could no longer see in reality.
Hey.
It was good to see you.
Although it was awkward for me to say, the old me was such a kind-hearted kid that I couldnt leave Yura alone, who couldnt get along with other children.
So I even said this.
You dont have any friends, do you?
What?
I mean, its so obvious you have no friends. If you act so prickly, no one will stick around.
That was refreshing. This was what you called a jab. Although it fell far short of expressing all my resentment towards her, saying something relieved me a little.
But something was strange.
Young Yura used to get teased for having fierce-looking eyes, but now her already fierce face twisted demonically, casting a golden glint over her eyes.
A golden glint?
What is that?
I felt a momentary sense of unease.
The place where I initially met Yura wasnt a desolate snowfield. It was a normal park on a summer day.
The hazy scenery became increasingly clear, and my dull senses sharpened like a honed blade. The floating sensation gradually blurred, replaced by a clear sense of awareness.
Ah.
A small gasp escaped.
Its not Yura.
The girl before me was not Yura. It was a mistake of my own making. The rarity of her red hair and golden pupils supported this.
It was then that I noticed the wooden sword clenched in her hand.
Why was she holding a wooden sword? You couldnt kill someone with it, but you could surely cripple them.
Clang-
Ha.
The red-haired girl threw the wooden sword to the ground. By the look of her face, by the language of her body, she was evidently infuriated.
I unconsciously took a step back.
Wait.
What? You start a quarrel and then say wait?
Somethings strange.
Yeah, I was thinking the same.
I couldnt say any more.
Being underestimated by a brat like you, Im such a fool.
Thump-!
Gah
In an instant, she closed the gap, and her fist burrowed into my chest.
The intense shock cleared my previously fuzzy mind. However, the blurring of consciousness due to immense pain was just as instantaneous.
But I could recognize her face.
Yes. I knew she looked familiar.
Lucia Prient, a character from the game I was just hooked on playing.
That that bastard.
A dream where a game character beat me up.
What kind of shitty nightmare is this?
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Chapter 1: Resentment
Whoosh.
The sharp blade pierced the mans chest.
His expressionless face was truly pitiful.
He genuinely looked like he didnt understand why this was happening.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
[Why, why cant I reach you?]
His earnest gestures and tone, every single one of his actions, expressed his grievance towards the girl.
However, her response was utterly cold.
[What are you saying? Just die.]
The man who lost the duel couldnt touch the girl in the end.
His daily practice of swinging the sword, all his efforts to get her attention and surpass her, were all in vain.
No matter how hard he tried, he could never beat her.
Because he was mediocre, and she was a genius.
Genius.
Not as a metaphor or exaggeration but as a being born with a talent from the heavens.
If human talents were to be compared to lights, the gap between him and her would be greater than the gap between the midday sun and a dying firefly.
Clan, village, generation. Standing atop insignificant things, he was the mediocre one destined to fade away without a trace in the course of time; she was the hero, forever standing in the heavens, illuminating history in all her glory.
This vast gap couldnt be closed with a few years of early training or by consuming better elixirs.
Their seeds were just different.
Typhoons and morning mist.
Dragons and minnows.
Cheetahs and racehounds.
That was the difference between a genius and a non-genius.
I was furious.
Because I had seen a character that resembled me die miserably and pointlessly on the screen over and over again.
The character that was just moving on the screen without exaggeration, at over a hundred decision points in the game, would die no matter what choice was made.
In other words, a character purposefully designed to never clear the game.
Of all the characters, that one had to look like me.
If I had just heard about it, I would have thought this was just self-conscious exaggeration, pure nonsense.
Still, saying that the character and I looked alike wasnt just an offhand observation.
The furrowed brows on a grim face, the scar near the eye from a childhood fall, even the habit of rubbing the sore nape of my neckit all replicated me perfectly.
Of course, I had also thought, Its just a coincidence, it cant be, and tried to deny it.
But now
I had gone through all the games choices, watched the ending credits I had always skipped, and finally confirmed it.
[Creative Designer Shin Yura]
There was a familiar name, tightly knotted with me by a long-lasting karmic relationship.
Son of a b*tch.
I had heard she got a job years ago, but I didnt think shed be doing something like this.
A curse slipped involuntarily from my mouth, and my lips felt scorched.
Shin Yura.
Just seeing those two words made a thought I had buried deep in my heart resurface.
Why does this b*tch always mess with me?
Yura was
No, this twisted-character woman had always messed with me.
I never liked her from the start.
No, its just Its a nostalgic scene.
Nostalgic scene?
Yes, a nostalgic scene from nostalgic times. I was seeing the childhood version of Yura, blurry but vivid. I was seeing a person I could no longer see in reality.
Hey.
It was good to see you.
Although it was awkward for me to say, the old me was such a kind-hearted kid that I couldnt leave Yura alone, who couldnt get along with other children.
So I even said this.
You dont have any friends, do you?
What?
I mean, its so obvious you have no friends. If you act so prickly, no one will stick around.
That was refreshing. This was what you called a jab. Although it fell far short of expressing all my resentment towards her, saying something relieved me a little.
But something was strange.
Young Yura used to get teased for having fierce-looking eyes, but now her already fierce face twisted demonically, casting a golden glint over her eyes.
A golden glint?
What is that?
I felt a momentary sense of unease.
The place where I initially met Yura wasnt a desolate snowfield. It was a normal park on a summer day.
The hazy scenery became increasingly clear, and my dull senses sharpened like a honed blade. The floating sensation gradually blurred, replaced by a clear sense of awareness.
Ah.
A small gasp escaped.
Its not Yura.
The girl before me was not Yura. It was a mistake of my own making. The rarity of her red hair and golden pupils supported this.
It was then that I noticed the wooden sword clenched in her hand.
Why was she holding a wooden sword? You couldnt kill someone with it, but you could surely cripple them.
Clang-
Ha.
The red-haired girl threw the wooden sword to the ground. By the look of her face, by the language of her body, she was evidently infuriated.
I unconsciously took a step back.
Wait.
What? You start a quarrel and then say wait?
Somethings strange.
Yeah, I was thinking the same.
I couldnt say any more.
Being underestimated by a brat like you, Im such a fool.
Thump-!
Gah
In an instant, she closed the gap, and her fist burrowed into my chest.
The intense shock cleared my previously fuzzy mind. However, the blurring of consciousness due to immense pain was just as instantaneous.
But I could recognize her face.
Yes. I knew she looked familiar.
Lucia Prient, a character from the game I was just hooked on playing.
That that bastard.
A dream where a game character beat me up.
What kind of shitty nightmare is this?
Chapter 1: ResentmentWhoosh.The sharp blade pierced the mans chest.His expressionless face was truly pitiful.He genuinely looked like he didnt understand why this was happening.The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n.Why, why cant I reach you?His earnest gestures and tone, every single one of his actions, expressed his grievance towards the girl.However, her response was utterly cold.What are you saying? Just die.The man who lost the duel couldnt touch the girl in the end.His daily practice of swinging the sword, all his efforts to get her attention and surpass her, were all in vain.No matter how hard he tried, he could never beat her.Because he was mediocre, and she was a genius.Genius.Not as a metaphor or exaggeration but as a being born with a talent from the heavens.If human talents were to be compared to lights, the gap between him and her would be greater than the gap between the midday sun and a dying firefly.Clan, village, generation. Standing atop insignificant things, he was the mediocre one destined to fade away without a trace in the course of time; she was the hero, forever standing in the heavens, illuminating history in all her glory.This vast gap couldnt be closed with a few years of early training or by consuming better elixirs.Their seeds were just different.Typhoons and morning mist.Dragons and minnows.Cheetahs and racehounds.That was the difference between a genius and a non-genius.I was furious.Because I had seen a character that resembled me die miserably and pointlessly on the screen over and over again.The character that was just moving on the screen without exaggeration, at over a hundred decision points in the game, would die no matter what choice was made.In other words, a character purposefully designed to never clear the game.Of all the characters, that one had to look like me.If I had just heard about it, I would have thought this was just self-conscious exaggeration, pure nonsense.Still, saying that the character and I looked alike wasnt just an offhand observation.The furrowed brows on a grim face, the scar near the eye from a childhood fall, even the habit of rubbing the sore nape of my neckit all replicated me perfectly.Of course, I had also thought, Its just a coincidence, it cant be, and tried to deny it.But nowI had gone through all the games choices, watched the ending credits I had always skipped, and finally confirmed it.Creative Designer Shin YuraThere was a familiar name, tightly knotted with me by a long-lasting karmic relationship.Son of a b*tch.I had heard she got a job years ago, but I didnt think shed be doing something like this.A curse slipped involuntarily from my mouth, and my lips felt scorched.Shin Yura.Just seeing those two words made a thought I had buried deep in my heart resurface.Why does this b*tch always mess with me?Yura wasNo, this twisted-character woman had always messed with me.I never liked her from the start.No, its just Its a nostalgic scene.Nostalgic scene?Yes, a nostalgic scene from nostalgic times. I was seeing the childhood version of Yura, blurry but vivid. I was seeing a person I could no longer see in reality.Hey.It was good to see you.Although it was awkward for me to say, the old me was such a kind-hearted kid that I couldnt leave Yura alone, who couldnt get along with other children.So I even said this.You dont have any friends, do you?What?I mean, its so obvious you have no friends. If you act so prickly, no one will stick around.That was refreshing. This was what you called a jab. Although it fell far short of expressing all my resentment towards her, saying something relieved me a little.But something was strange.Young Yura used to get teased for having fierce-looking eyes, but now her already fierce face twisted demonically, casting a golden glint over her eyes.A golden glint?What is that?I felt a momentary sense of unease.The place where I initially met Yura wasnt a desolate snowfield. It was a normal park on a summer day.The hazy scenery became increasingly clear, and my dull senses sharpened like a honed blade. The floating sensation gradually blurred, replaced by a clear sense of awareness.Ah.A small gasp escaped.Its not Yura.The girl before me was not Yura. It was a mistake of my own making. The rarity of her red hair and golden pupils supported this.It was then that I noticed the wooden sword clenched in her hand.Why was she holding a wooden sword? You couldnt kill someone with it, but you could surely cripple them.Clang-Ha.The red-haired girl threw the wooden sword to the ground. By the look of her face, by the language of her body, she was evidently infuriated.I unconsciously took a step back.Wait.What? You start a quarrel and then say wait?Somethings strange.Yeah, I was thinking the same.I couldnt say any more.Being underestimated by a brat like you, Im such a fool.Thump-!GahIn an instant, she closed the gap, and her fist burrowed into my chest.The intense shock cleared my previously fuzzy mind. However, the blurring of consciousness due to immense pain was just as instantaneous.But I could recognize her face.Yes. I knew she looked familiar.Lucia Prient, a character from the game I was just hooked on playing.That that bastard.A dream where a game character beat me up.What kind of shitty nightmare is this?
