Possessing Nothing

After Baek Sogo went down, Lee Sung-min became completely alone. In everyday life where there was noise and odor, Lee Sung-min's body was still heavy. Every day, every nightmare changed its shape, and as it continued, Lee Sung-min remembered the nightmare.

The nightmares I had were diverse. I fought a lot of monsters and eventually had dreams of my limbs being torn apart and dying, and I dreamed of floating around a giant maze avoiding monsters. Just a dream of running away, of falling endlessly. Or tortured dreams.

I don't feel pain in my dreams. If someone said that, Lee Sung-min decided that he would scold his face without covering his back and forth.

In a vivid nightmare, he felt pain. Of course, the pain disappears when you wake up from your dream. Because dreams are dreams, and reality is reality. However, the memory remained intact. Even though I realized the nightmare in my dreams, the shape of the nightmare did not change.

The hardest nightmare to bear.

“You haven't changed a bit. ”

The reunion with Wijihoen was a nightmare. The time in the nightmare had already filled all 10 years, and Lee Sung-min and Wei Ji Ho-yeon were reunited in Rubes. The image of Ji Ho-yeon when we met again... was the same as that of Lee Sung-min.

But nothing changed for Lee Sung-min. If Ji Ho-yeon in the nightmare was the image that Lee Sung-min imagined 10 years later, Lee would have remained the same.

“What have you been doing for 10 years? ”

Answer that. I did everything I could. I did my best, but that scream won't convince Ji Ho-yeon of the nightmare. She once looked at Lee Sung-min with a glance of coldness and said, "That was your limit. ”

I just muttered.

It was a nightmare without pain, but the mental pain lasted a long time. Because the future that Lee Sung-min really feared was manifested as a nightmare, when he first had the nightmare, he was terrified of his own helplessness and uncertain future.

Really... What if that's what happens when I reunite with Wijihoen?

Patty Recovery. Mind cleaning. Magic is only temporary. It is impossible to overcome the nightmares you dream over and over again. And the nightmare continues.

The death of the Saxony was not prevented.

It was a dream.

It was a painful dream.

I want to stop the death of Baek Sogo. We don't know exactly what happened in that dungeon. Seong-min was not in that dungeon. But for sure, in the next seven years, the Baek Sogo enters a dungeon like W. Ho-yeon. And die there.

Lee could not think of Ji Ho-yeon as a bad person. However, Wiji Hoenn was not a saint. To put it in a color... I think that Ji Ho-yeon is gray. If that is the case, Hwijiho-yeon will not hesitate to kill.

I don't know what happened in that dungeon. However, it was clear that there was a situation in the dungeon where Wijihoen had to kill others.

‘I am.’

Lee Sung-min suppressed the tingling headache. Mind cleaning. Is the mind adaptable to the magic that has been unfolded over and over again? Or is the nightmare getting stronger? Don't let the itching of your head go away.

‘You have to be strong enough to stop him. ’

It is not the right answer. The answer is... to prevent the Saxogo from going to the dungeon at all. But Lee knew it wouldn't be like he thought it would be. So we must prepare for the worst.

I don't want to win W. Hoenn. Even if it means stopping the death of the Saxony. The remaining time was only seven years.

Short.

It's summer, and the cicadas start to cry. Of course, Lee could not hear the cry of the mammoth. However... I could see the snail struggling against the tree. The buzzing noise in my ears was enough to say that it resembled the cry of a cicada if it worked well.

The larvae of a cicada spend over a decade underground to become a cicada. Yeah, I've spent so much time trying to grow up, even bugs.

Seven years. Short time for a larva to become a cicada. Not the larvae, but where can I go for seven years? No, I don't think I can. I had to. I had to.

Noisy mountains are far from silence. Heavy bodies and terrible meals and smells were not comfortable. The nightmares I had every day made the day longer. No one. More acolytes may have entered the mountain, and someone may have left the mountain. Lee didn't care about them.

As Lee Sung-min changed, the world changed. The weather was more comfortable than before and there was no blockage in the circulating internal air. The fundamentals of everyday spearheading were ripe in hand, the stature of the Nine-thousandth Chronicle became higher, and I felt a little bit of freedom when I was immortal.

It was not enough.

I wanted more. The density of each day that Lee Sung-min spent increased. I reduced my sleep. I couldn't sleep because of the nightmare anyway. I performed as long as I did not sleep. Although the weight of the body became more and more heavy every day, the soulless soul of Lee Sung-min became faster and sharper.

And the next one.

Lee prepared to withstand the ban. I know all the geographies around me and am familiar with the geography enough to walk with my eyes closed. I put food in the sub-space pockets, and he was short on smoked meat so he wouldn't rot for too long.

I received a golden eye.

The world is in chaos. I could not rely on hearing or sense of smell. The only sensation that Lee could rely on was touch. I tried to feel the wind touching my skin. It wasn't as easy as I said. My senses had to be sharper than mine. I was sold out on the Zixian ball. I survived while eating a conservation ceremony that tasted disgusting.

It was only after a week that it was possible to move gradually. The stick I was carrying to write on the floor became Lee's new eyes. Walk on the ground and swing your hands toward the surroundings. I tried to feel the wind. The wind touches the skin.

I only succeeded in hunting when the food I had prepared has run out for over a month. I was happy. There was no one left to praise him, but he was happy and satisfied that he had done it himself. It was a worthy hunt, but the taste of the food was still disgusting.

Hanging around.

Hanging around.

The ear-riding noise was the endless cry of a cicada. Sometimes it was screaming, sometimes it was screaming. Screams were heard in the voice of Saxony and cries were the voice of Lee. The dark darkness with invisible eyes created nightmares, and Lee Sung-min had forgotten the passage of time from one moment to the next. He longed to be a machine himself. Moving machinery. A weightless machine.

In the black world, Lee Sung-min could not see the form of his own invention. Where is the spear I swing? What about the trajectory of the spear? Where does my body go when I unfold my soul? Where does it go?

You just want to fly? Do you want to be a snail? Do you want a snail that crouches on the ground for a long time and then comes out crying out loud? No, Lee Sung-min seizured because he hated the cries of the eavesdropper. I didn't want to be a cicada. What I wanted to be, what I wanted to be. What he wants is more, more, more.

What is it?

What I wanted to be. What am I doing this for? What am I here for? I came back for what.

I am.

The temperature of the wind that touched the skin changed. It became winter. The daily life of Lee Sung-min has not changed. In the black world, Lee Sung-min always moved. He prepared for winter skillfully. Hunting was no longer difficult. In the dark world, Lee Sung-min was lonely and lonely, but did not give up on living and performing.

The wind changed again. It became spring in winter. Spring became summer again, two years later. Because the mesh had to add a golden ingredient, isomers received a golden ingredient in washing. I thought it didn't matter because there was always a stench on my nose anyway.

Half a year later, Lee Sung-min was forbidden to change. Only the temperature of the changing winds and the arrival of the mesh were signs that he could feel the flow of time.

By the time I was three years old,

It's time, Mesh. Lee Sung-min called out to her with a tingly lip. What's the matter? Mesh said to Lee Sung-min's mind. After taking a slow breath, Lee said.

I want to finish the performance.

The mesh did not respond immediately. The god of trials and persecution, wrapped around the archangel, looks at the one standing in front of him.

Three years.

It is harsh to stay on this mountain for three years, as money continues to be added. The trials of Flam continue to seek out the acolyte and put him under psychic pressure, and he struggles in the gold.

Not every acolyte who enters this mountain can get what he wants. Most give up before they get it. I can't hold on.

That Acolyte... That man with the twisted causality... It was so harsh that the last year that Lee Seong-min spent on this mountain, it seemed impossible to survive on its own.

Nevertheless, I survived.

“Did you get what you wanted? ”

Mesh asked, Lee Sung-min didn't answer. After a short and long silence, Lee Sung-min glanced at his lips.

Maybe if I was a genius, I'd get it.

Geniuses, not geniuses, did not get what they wanted. It's a bitter reality. Is it impossible to overcome the limitations that we have?

But I could see a little.

Lee Sung-min muttered. I was not satisfied with it. I want more, more. Lee Sung-min was grateful that he returned to the past. I was grateful for overcoming death.

That's how I felt.

“Do you think the performance of this mountain was worth it to you? ”

If I hadn't come into this mountain, I wouldn't be like this.

I liked the Mesh's answer. She shakes her hand lightly to release the gold that was tied to Lee Sung-min's body.

When all the gold coins disappeared, Lee Sung-min lightly twisted his body. 3 years, the weight of his body that he felt for 3 years disappeared. Lee felt awkward about the natural lightness. The stench that you always smell fades away. The noise in your ears disappears.

Opens the eyes that were closing.

“… Ah. ”

Lee Sung-min gave his voice for a long time.

“I'm glad to see you. ”

Lee Sung-min smiled bitterly at the mesh.