"The things you gave me in the carriage, they shattered while I was fighting that man. That's why it happened."

Despite his effort to speak calmly, Yuder couldn't hide the hot anger and a hint of frustration in his voice. He felt slightly ashamed that Kishiar had caught him being so bothered by such a trivial matter.

Had it been anything else that broke, Yuder wouldn't have cared. If it were a different part of his clothing torn to shreds, or even if he sustained worse injuries, it wouldn't have mattered.

But no matter how much he thought 'what if,' what's done cannot be undone. It was the candy that broke, and Yuder was angry, consumed by the thought that he must inflict as much damage on the enemy as he felt in his anger.

In hindsight, it was quite foolish.

"..."

Kishiar, aware of this, remained silent for a long time after hearing Yuder's confession. Yuder thought he would have reacted the same way, even if he were the Cavalry Commander.

To think he used more than half of his strength during the mission just because he was angry over something so insignificant. His excuse that he was confident enough to handle whatever happened next, using only the remaining strength, lost its ground after the series of events in the southern branch.

One should always remain calm and take full responsibility for any unplanned actions, including controlling all the variables. Yet, he failed to do so himself. What would he have done if someone else had done such a thing during his time as Commander Yudrain?

'Certainly, I would have forcefully corrected that person until they came to their senses.'

Yes, that would have been the right approach.

But the infuriating part was that even knowing this, he still felt a surge of emotion betraying reason when he thought of that time…

Struggling to gather his thoughts, Yuder spoke, "I was swept away by a moment’s emotion, knowing that I should not be off guard. I will make sure that the same thing does not happen next time."

Finally, Kishiar spoke with a long sigh, "This is maddening."

His murmuring was not far from Yuder's expectations.

He must have been worried about how serious it would be to keep it a secret that he suddenly used his strength so much while fighting calmly so far. It’s no wonder he was dumbfounded that the truth was just this.

"So, you're saying the candies I gave you in the carriage were unexpectedly destroyed during your fight with Aton?"

Yuder nodded slightly.

"And that made you so angry that you used your power to that extent?"

"Yes."

"And you still have significant resentment towards him because of that incident?"

"...To put it briefly, yes."

"May I hug you for a moment?"

"What?"

Before Yuder could fully express his confusion, Kishiar opened his arms wide and embraced him. The hug was so strong that Yuder felt completely engulfed. ŗ

'What the...'

His face was buried between a blanket and bare chest, where he could see nothing but pitch darkness.

As he gasped for breath in surprise and confusion, the grip around him loosened slightly, though the overwhelming force remained.

And then, through the pressure, he could feel a heart beating rapidly. Realizing it was the sound of Kishiar's heart thumping against his chest, Yuder opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment, lips brushed the top of his head.

"How shall I proceed?"

It was a kiss akin to that of a child unable to control their emotions. Lacking practiced seduction or refined composure, Kishiar deeply lamented as he continually pressed his lips against the forehead, hair, and cheeks.

"Truly, what should I do? I am at a loss for how to cope with these feelings. It feels as though I've lived in vain. This must be what madness feels like."

"Wha... What are you saying?" The words came out broken, stuttered in bewilderment as the kissing persisted.

"Commander."

Though he tried to push away, he couldn't. Never before had he felt such a disparity in strength, even when they embraced fiercely. It dawned on him that Kishiar had been restraining himself all this time.

Even amidst this, the thunderous beating of a heart resonated, compelling Yuder to seriously contemplate what he had done.

'What is this?'

The kissing resumed, overwhelming his thoughts. It wasn't lust, but a strange, unfamiliar emotion that sent a wave of heat over Yuder's skin.

Finally, after some time, Kishiar released Yuder. Drained of all strength, Yuder gazed up at a face wearing an expression he had never seen before, radiant and twinkling, as if embracing all the world's light. Yuder found himself speechless, lost in staring at him.

"I apologize. I embraced you too tightly; it must have hurt."

"No... That was fine, but..."

"What can I do? You're too adorable to resist."

"Are you referring to me?"

Yuder retorted, feeling as if he had heard something he shouldn't have.

"Who else would it be?"

Kishiar laughed heartily.

"It delights and endears me that the one who stole my heart became so angry for the first time over a trivial, worthless trinket I gave."

"It wasn't a worthless trinket."

Yuder sharply responded amidst the turmoil, an instinctive retort.

"It was a gift from you, Commander. It was something that shouldn't have been broken, that I should have protected at all costs."

"I know."

Kishiar chuckled again, gently stroking Yuder's hair.

"Even if I still had that candy and could give it to you now, it wouldn't ease your mood, would it?"

Yuder mulled over his words, realizing their truth. Even if Kishiar gave him new candy right now, it wouldn't alleviate his lingering anger. That persistent rage was not simply because the candy was a rare and valuable treat.

The candy from Kishiar was initially just an awkward token of appreciation. However, after the mission in the west, it had transformed for Yuder into a medium carrying various memories and meanings.

The fact that he couldn't salvage it, even for a moment, due to a lapse in attention, was intolerable.

Why had he acted that way at the time? There were other ways to avoid the situation, but why had he rolled on the ground? If he had realized his pocket was torn, it wouldn't have gone that far... Beneath these thoughts lay the disappointment of not having protected a cherished memory-laden item.

Even after knocking Aton down, the deepest layer of that anger that didn’t disappear was a deeper anger and regret towards himself, who seemed to have lost the memories of the two of them by moving stupidly.

But no matter how angry or regretful he was, he couldn’t bury himself like Aton. So it was only natural that his anger flared up every time he thought about it.

What a clumsy expression of affection this was.

Kishiar perceived Yuder's emotions more clearly than Yuder himself. A smile, brimming with emotions beyond his own control, cascaded across his face.

“That’s why I can’t help but find you adorable.”

Once again, lips descended upon the top of a head. Yuder, harboring a yearning too intense to contain, accepted the brief kiss filled with a regret that could not be expressed otherwise, without bewilderment but with quiet acceptance.

“You must have been deeply upset. But it seems the price has been paid in full, so upon waking, let it trouble you no more. I am not in the slightest disappointed, and that suffices.”

As Yuder listened to Kishiar’s whispered words, their hands clasped together, he closed his eyes. Only then did he feel the anger that had been clawing at his heart gradually melt away upon hearing the voice that tickled his ears.

This time, truly, he let go of everything and fell into a peaceful slumber."

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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.'

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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."

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[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.'