Yuder Aile's power, reputed to be stronger than any other Awakener in the world, was in fact neither infinite nor perfect.

Using opposing elements like fire and water simultaneously would halve their strength. Moreover, employing more than two attributes at once led to excessive power consumption, significantly slowing mobility and decision-making.

Although capable of handling multiple attributes, using them all at once or indiscriminately would inevitably lead to limitations for a human. Overexertion often resulted in significant repercussions and aftereffects, much like other Awakeners.

Thus, Yuder typically focused on a single attribute or combined two that enhanced each other's power for maximum efficiency. This approach was proven and established through extensive training and combat.

In situations requiring the decisive suppression of an enemy with a single attribute, none was as formidable as Earth.

Earth did not possess the inherent damaging power of fire upon contact, nor the delicate control of water beneficial in daily life. Nor was it like wind or metal, which enhanced mobility or created opportunities when integrated into different combat styles.

However, everything in the world ultimately rests upon the Earth, originating or connected to it. Even monsters not native to this land appear by treading upon it.

Hence, Earth had a broader range of use than any other attribute, and using it for attacks had a very low failure rate. The realization that the seemingly perpetual solidity beneath one's feet was not a given often led to an instinctual fear for life.

-Krrr-krrr-krrr...!

Therefore, when Yuder's eyes burst into golden light and the ground began to tremble, the southern swordsman did not hesitate to swing his sword toward him. Though not as complete as that of a swordmaster, his aura's fragments, mixed with the power of an Awakener, surged toward Yuder with intensified force.

But the attack did not reach Yuder. As the mass of energy almost struck him, a sudden wall of earth rose, blocking it.

-Bang!!

The earth wall shattered, exploding. Despite expecting a significant impact, Yuder emerged from the dust unscathed. Seeing his pale, cold face, the southern swordsman furrowed his brow, then gripped his sword and leaped to the side.

His sword, moving at a speed difficult for ordinary eyes to follow, continued its attack. But earthen walls, as tall as a man and square in shape, emerged here and there, perfectly blocking every assault.

-Bang, bang, bang-bang-bang-bang!

No matter how unexpectedly the attacks came, what crumbled was not Yuder but the walls. The collapsing earth returned to its place unharmed, making it feel as if throwing fragile eggs against an opponent clad in an earthen armor.

"Resorting to tricks, I see. Then how about this...!"

After hurling a mass of energy, the southern swordsman leaped over the rising earth wall in a blink, aiming a downward strike at Yuder, who was supposed to be behind it – a feint targeting close-quarters combat.

The audacious attack, executed with incredible speed, left no time for preparation, but Yuder was not beneath the descending sword.

'...What?'

Within the slowly unfolding vista, the southern swordsman saw Yuder standing farther away than he had anticipated.

'When did he get there...?'

Their eyes met, and Yuder's golden irises shone vividly. Yuder opened his mouth and murmured softly.

"Try rolling around yourself."

Captivated by those eyes, which seemed not of a human but of another being, the southern swordsman silently landed below on the seemingly solid ground.

Or, he had attempted to.

"Uh?"

Just before his feet touched the ground, it suddenly gave way beneath him.

He nearly plummeted into a pit, swamp-like in its nature, before hastily catching onto a firmer section and leaping out. But as he moved, the earth continued to soften and collapse beneath him, making it impossible to find solid footing again.

"What is this..."

With no time even to speak, as the ground kept collapsing, he desperately used his abilities to leap, trying to land on still intact patches of earth. The entire garden of the Conche Barony seemed like a notorious desert quicksand. Large ornamental rocks and tall trees were engulfed and unsightly disappeared into the sinking earth. Every time he managed to land on a slightly firmer patch and launch an attack, another earthen wall would rise, block it, and burst into oblivion.

It felt unlike fighting on a small boat adrift in a vast sea, more like facing a vast, untamable force of nature.

'How can a human wield such power?'

This was unthinkable. He had never heard of a human wielding power in this manner, let alone manipulating such a vast expanse of land as if it were his own limbs. It was a level of power impossible unless one was prepared to die right there.

'There’s no way he can go on forever. If I just endure, he too will reach his limit.'

With this thought, the southern swordsman ceased his attempts to attack Yuder, focusing instead on dodging the crumbling ground and buying time. Sure enough, as soon as he started to hold on for a while to see if it was really effective, the speed at which the ground collapsed began to slow down little by little.

'Just a bit longer...!'

But then it happened.

"Sir Aton!"

Startled by the sudden shout, he turned to see his comrade, who had been struck down by a dagger, now laying half-buried in the collapsing earth.

While he was attacking Yuder, his comrade had regained consciousness and retreated, but was swept up in the collapsing ground, unable to escape due to severe wounds.

Despite desperately enhancing his body's strength to escape, the relentless, dragging pull of the sinking earth rendered it futile. The terror in his face, as he was inexorably drawn down, betrayed his disbelief at dying in such a manner, despite being trained to do anything to achieve his objectives.

Grinding his teeth, the southern swordsman leaped high, using his power to land on the stable earth. His fingertips, transformed like the paws of a mighty beast, barely grasped the collar of his comrade, still precariously clinging on. But as his own footing began to shake and sink, his comrade, panic-stricken, cried out.

"You mustn't! Get away, get away! At this rate, Sir Aton will..."

"Quiet! Don't open your mouth!"

Opening one's mouth was an invitation for the earth's debris to enter – a death sentence even before being rescued.

As the southern swordsman began to exert more strength, he suddenly heard footsteps from behind.

The sound of a hunter approaching to claim his prey, driven into a corner.

Turning his head, he saw Yuder approaching, his sword arm dangling. Yuder's torn clothes and dirt-covered body resembled theirs. Seeing Yuder's face, paler than before, the southern swordsman believed his guess was right.

As a human, Yuder too had naturally reached his limit.

Proving his conjecture, the collapsing earth dragging his comrade also began to subside gradually.

'He's exhausted too. There's no doubt about his limit. Then...!'

The southern swordsman looked down at his comrade he was pulling. To increase his own chances of survival, the best course seemed to be to abandon his comrade and regrip his sword to attack Yuder.

Even though the sinking had slowed, the ground was already deeply hollowed. It was uncertain whether his half-buried comrade could survive.

The southern swordsman looked down. There was only one choice to make.

"…I'm sorry."

With gritted teeth, he released the grip on his comrade's collar.

"Ahh...!"

He regripped his sword while hearing the screams of his comrade being swallowed back into the hollowed ground.

However, in that moment of decision, when he turned his head again, what he faced was a wave of earth rising like a high mountain, with Yuder standing atop it.

Yuder, gazing emotionlessly at the southern swordsman, stood with his feet on the ground that was eerily calm, as if all these events were of no concern to him. His pale face, unchanging even while moving an unimaginable, almost inhuman strength, resembled a grim reaper watching someone facing death.

In that instant, the southern swordsman realized.

'He wasn't using his full strength until now. And even now...!'

Yuder had deliberately set a trap, playing with him cruelly and flawlessly.

He had made him roll on the ground, just as he had done, but with an even more overwhelming force.

As this realization hit him, a wave of earth, like a tidal wave, engulfed the southern swordsman, burying him deep below.

[BL] Bermuda

Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace.

Three years later, his name has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council's army, decides to personally apprehend him.

"Since when have you been watching me?"

Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo's answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated.

"From the very beginning."

[BL] The Mist (Same author as Turning)

In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

A few years later, the world's first real virtual reality game <THE MIST> was announced, where even those with physical disabilities could play in healthy bodies.

By chance, Kang Mu-heon encountered it and began a new life as the mage Kapros, facing unexpected meetings, reunions, and days of change....

***

"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no time to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a moment, but he was desperate.

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly remembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this game, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.

'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

Check out the new project 2:

[BL] Cloudless Sky

Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'