Have a Meal Before You Go

Cheolho went to Ilsan looking for his parents.

Every year around this time of year, somehow, it is sinister. It reminds me of my parents and my childhood when I was younger.

People say they only know the value after their loved ones are dead. So was the old philosophy. At one time, during the time of the storm, I had frequently left home in conflict with my parents.

Cheolho entered the building where his parents had fallen asleep and held the big temple twice.

And I sat back and talked about it.

“A few days ago, he was fleeing. He's a little taller when he peels, and his hair grows. The horse is not yet, but I think it's going to get better slowly. I'm tall. He's been wandering around all day.He must have a lot of questions. ”

Chulho points at his waist.

Every year when I come here, there is more to talk about.

That didn't feel too bad. Chulho told me a lot of stories these days.

“I don't want to fight. You know, it wasn't much of a fight when you were a kid. ”

Talking doesn't make it any better. Nothing changes, but you're just a jerk.

“I don't know how this happened. Sometimes, it feels like a dream now. Sometimes I have nightmares, I'm sick of them. If you wake up from that nightmare, luckily, she's sleeping next to you. Every time I do that, I smell a child. When I feel that warmth, I feel relieved. ”

Chulho knew what the nightmare was.

It was a mess I had been through. They remain in Steel Tiger's head, still giving him anxiety.

Suddenly, Cheolho stared into the air.

I noticed Mother and Father's nameplate at a glance.

“I see. Nightmare. ”

Cheolho's nightmares were the memories that the Chamberlain brought. The memory is, one by one, to continue harassing people.

Chulho glances at the plaque and smiles.

“My baby will keep you from having nightmares. ”

.

Ilsan.

The land was destroyed in the past, and the restoration work had not yet been carried out. Flowers bloom on a pile of collapsed apartments, trees grow and vines cover them.

From a distance, you can see things like giant mountain peaks, all covered in grass on the collapsed debris.

Cheolho makes a quietly swift move.

The alleyways that I've traveled in the past still look familiar. The shape has changed, but you can see the terrain.

I took one step, one step at a time, to remember places. At last, the place where I stopped was my old house. When I was very young, I lived in Busan, and since I was about the age to go to elementary school, I lived nearby.

At first it was a half-basement unit, and after his father's business was successful, he came to the apartment.

After standing for a long time in front of the collapsed apartment, Chulho suddenly felt a strange energy.

“Huh?"

Pot!

Kwaguang!

Pot!

You hear something explode and a hiss at the same time. I look up and see Echo moving from that side.

Pot!

“Huh?"

Echo approaches the room and asks.

“What's up, Chulho? ”

“And you are? ”

“Oh, this body. ”

Echo's bag was filled with comic books. It reminded me of this kid, who used to dig comic books around the center of an unmanned city.

“Did you spend a lot? ”

“Just like that. ”

Knng, knng.

Echo immediately smells it.

Knng-

Echo's gaze rests on a pile of broken apartments.

“I can smell it down there. ”

“Huh?"

“The smell of papercut. Take a good look, Cheolho, I'll show you something in particular. ”

Echo reaches out.

Kwaguawang-!

The Magic Ammo tapers like a blade and completely blows away the top of the apartment.

“...... ”

Chulho watched him. A bitter smile came out, but it might be better to leave what's past behind.

Echo walks into the scattered debris and scavenges for a long time.

And I think I found a pile of notebooks.

“Oh, it's just a notebook, right? ”

Cheolho went there. Notebooks were everywhere. Some of them have already been cut to half the ground, but some are relatively fine.

After reviewing the notebooks, Chulho tilts his head. Pick up one of them.

Somehow I'm strangely accustomed to it - I'm tired of the blue complexion of the helmet that I slithered and mumbled.

“What's the matter? ”

“Oh, no. ”

“Really?"

Echo nods as if he's not interested.

“I'm going to do some more digging, huh? ”

Suddenly Echo points to the air on the other side.

“There is a seal. What is it?”

It was the building where Cheolho's parents slept. Cheolho usually blocks the place with an absolute barrier, which echo sensed.

“My parents' grave. ”

“...... ”

Echo quickly understood.

“I see. Give up this area and let's go somewhere else. Are you going home? ”

“Go ahead. I'll be there in a minute. ”

“Yes.”

Echo shakes his head, Pot! That passion is amazing at any moment.

Anyway.

Chulho sat down and opened the notebook with trembling hands.

“Ugh.”

And I trembled from the first sentence.

* * *

There is a word for black history.

It may not be a formal word, but it's generally universal.

Everyone has a black history. Before you think about it, you have creepy memories of kicking the blanket out.

This notebook is a diary.

The diary is almost artificial. All the shells are worn out and dry, and if you touch them incorrectly, they seem to crumble. Half of the back has already been broken, but about half of the front remains.

Something a little under 50 years old.

When you first wrote that journal, did you start in the second grade of middle school?

My childhood philosophy was a kind of troubled child. If you hit it at the right time, it's roughly 2-1 o'clock.

It's only now that those days actually remain like black and white photographs. It was the time that left the most stains in Chulho's life. At the time, the online network that was just released gave birth to countless black histories.

“Hmmm…"

Chulho groaned and handed over a diary.

[In a prison called school, he is dressed in a prison uniform and tortured to study. When I wake up in the morning, I make a wish. Heaven, I yearn for deviance......]

“...... ”

Cheolho quickly covered the diary.

Middle school grade 2.

Age for bluffing and stubbornness. Like everyone else, Chulho was no exception. Rather, it was a bit more intense.

Chulho felt a chill in his whole body, and opened his diary again.

[My heart flutters when I think of her. I...... must love you. You're the only one I see these days. It's so hard because I think I'm going crazy if it's not you......]

“Oh, my God.”

Chulho gathered his toes. I feel like I've lost my strength without knowing it.

I'm out!

The floor is broken. Obviously, in the second grade of middle school, there was a girl I loved. At that time, Chulho couldn't say a word to the girl.

Next chapter.

Oh, my god.

It was the product of all kinds of black history. Chulho watched the diary while trembling.

Then, Chulho's childhood was half black.

When Cheolho was just about to go to high school.

There was an online site called Psychic. The site that paid for the private space was accessible without having to open each website.

In the first grade of high school, Chulho used to post all kinds of herbacel on Mini Home Blood.

I put grim pictures on the red background for no reason, and talked about love by posting pessimistic texts or by posting cracked pictures on the heart sign.

Occasionally, I used to write words that I did not know the reason behind the roads of the evening when no one was there. When the Platinum tree is set against a dense path, 'and......’ is appropriate.

No one knows why, and no one will ever wonder, but I just thought they made me lonely and cool.

Even if it wasn't Cheolho, students at that age used to go through such a process. I knew that later.

Fortunately, the philosophy of the twenties did not make that mistake. When smartphones were distributed and SNS was trending, it wasn't like that even when you created black history. If there's one thing I've learned from the past, it's that.

People also talked about love and solitude on SNS. or a boast of wealth, or a fountain of sight. SNS was a huge gateway to peering into all of humanity.

Anyway.

Loneliness!

It was the best for Cheolho as a child.

I wanted to look like I had a secret for no reason, and I wanted lonely people to look like wolves.

“Phew.”

Chulho grinned.

It was only a few decades before Chulho realized the feeling of solitude.

I know now how devastating and sad absolute loneliness can be. So sad, I now know the feeling of tears flowing down my eyes even when I stand still. So, I didn't want to have the feeling of solitude anymore.

Chulho glanced down at the diary, smiling, slightly digging into the ground and covering it with dirt.

Someday, that too, will be too old to see.

By the time that thing is old and crumbling, Chulho won't be able to tuck his duvet away from his flashy past memories.

.

“Have you decided, Steelho? ”

To the Hellkeeper, who had only been seen a little over a week ago, Chulho nodded.

“For now.”

“I'm so glad. ”

The Hellfire sighs of relief with all its heart.

Chulho gave him a cup of coffee and asked.

“What's the plan?"

“First of all, we're lucky. In a day's time, I think I can clear a path. There will be only one day, 24 hours of world time on this side. ”

Cheolho lightly nodded his head.

“The high priests don't know what our plans are yet. I can't track your existence. Therefore, what I would like to propose carefully is......”

The Hellkeeper speaks slowly.

“It's a search.”

Wise choice.

Cheolho nods again.

“Let's get ready. ”

“But first, I'm going to give you what you need. ”

I looked at him as if he meant something.

The Hellkisser smiles.

“I am an apostle of all xenophobes. What they have, they can borrow at any time. ”

“...... ”

“Now that the golden dragon's treasures are extinct, I think they'll help you. ”

Gold Dragon!

Steel swallowed the saliva.

“They were the most powerful of dragons. You must have dragon's treasures, too, right? ”

Chulho nods.

“That's right.”

“Gold dragons once ruled the entire Espan continent. Their power was so strong, they even cast out many candidates for the next Apostle. ”

My Boyhood > End

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