Beyond the Eternity Chapter 92: Holy War [3]

In the great abyss that is my subconsciousness, my body floated into the unknown like a foreign body on a water surface.

Of course, I was currently not wearing my . According to Song of Nightmares, the form I had taken would be called my which was the manifestation of the soul outside the physical vessel.

Spiritual beings like the Constellations were always in their except when they descend into the physical world using their or their

Simply put, I had entered Human Constellation Mode.

I would have laughed on how funny that was, but I was currently unable to even move my own mouth.

How long have I been here?

I tried to move my body but It was no use at all. I had no control over my body. No matter how I tried, my body wouldn't bulge an inch.

I sighed. It seems I was stuck in this predicant once again. I couldn't only hope this wouldn't be a frequent developnt but considering my shitty luck so far, even that was not sothing I could count on.

Trapped in this strange, weightless state, I felt like a puppet that just had its strings loosened.

I continued to drift aimlessly in the darkness. There was no sound or sensations. There was just the constant feeling of my body being adrift as if ti Itself has lost its aning.

"I am Kim Jakga."

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. Once I looked around, I imdiately noticed that the surroundings have changed and I was inside a family restaurant. No, I wasn't actually inside such a place.

I was recalling a mory about that 'ti' with the current being on the 'audience' seat. I truly felt like a constellation.

"Huh, your na is actually Kim Jakga? Is that supposed to be a pun or sothing?"

"I am a Writer. Thus, I am 'Jakga' but my real na is Kim Jakga, so I am Kim Jakga. It's not that hard to understand."

The woman that was supposed to be my date at the ti tilted her head to the side as if she couldn't understand. Perhaps she thought I was pulling her leg.

I rembered it clearly. Not long after my novel got published, I started introducting myself like that.

It was the sa story for when my college friends set up blind dates that I was forced to attend.

... Wasn't this girl the fourth one?

"So is writing your hobby?"

"You can say that."

"I see. Do you have any hobbies apart from writing?"

"Hmm. Let's see. I do play video gas created by the departnt team when I'm not busy. I also read Webnovels on the subway train and take a walk around the park."

"That's... interesting."

She gave a wryly smile. It was obvious she was trying to seem more interested than she really was. I don't bla her. Talking about writing and web novels didn't exactly scream 'fun' to most people. To begin with, writing and reading was a very boring hobbies.

The woman took a slow sip of her drink before she spoke again.

"So is writing like your job or do you have a main job?"

"Ah, about that. I don't actually have a main job. You can say writing is like my entire thing."

"So you make money through writing, huh? Just like a professional writer?"

"I wouldn't call myself a professional writer to hold myself. Haven't you heard of those Internet Authors and famous YouTubers? It's easy to make money nowadays if you get what I an."

The problem always ca after this.

The woman scanned from up to down and took notice of the past 's rather worn, cheap-looking T-shirt.

Maybe if I had known, I would have worn sothing better. Money was not a problem for so I could have definitely bought so better clothes but I always preferred that comfortable ones.

In the end, her next words lead the blind date to its conclusion.

"Sorry, but I don't think this will work."

Her words cut through the mory like a knife, but the sting wasn't fresh. I'd heard it before—more tis than I'd care to admit.

That mont, the awkward tension, the look of disappointnt on her face, they all felt like rehearsed lines in a script I'd seen too many tis.

"I understand. It was nice eting you."

"Yes. Sa here."

Honestly speaking, this particular date was better than the previous ones. Most of them just stayed on their phones while I was doing most of the talking. It was rather frustrating but it seems the problem wasn't them but .

If I was a bit more interesting, wouldn't they be more interested in then?

If I was a bit more popular, wouldn't people like more?

If I was a bit more sociable, wouldn't people be more drawn to ?

Maybe if I was not Kim Jakga, then such a thing would have been possible.

"...?"

Before I even noticed, the mory shifted before again.

This ti, I wasn't in a family restaurant. I was back in my small, cluttered apartnt, sitting in front of my desk.

My laptop was open and the screen was the only source of light in the dark room. I could hear the rhythmic tapping of my fingers against the keyboard. Then, there was the steady stream of words pouring into the page.

This was from the ti I first started writing 'Dream of Nothing'.

I rembered how obsessed I had been with that story. I barely left my apartnt for days on end and poured every ounce of energy into building that world.

The Protagonist, the Characters, the Plot and then the Narrative.

It was all-consuming. Suddenly, all those feelings hit again. At that mont, I realised sothing.

I wasn't just writing the story. I was the story.

But now, I wasn't sure if that was sothing to be proud of or afraid of.

Suddenly, the tapping on the keyboard stopped. I read the last sentence that was written on the screen.

My blood ran cold.

Unknowingly, I had taken a few steps back. I used to fantasize about such a reality but now I was terrified of that sentence.

The room seed to darken even further as if the very shadows were closing in. My chest tightened, and I realized I couldn't breathe.

And then, just like that, I was yanked out of the mory.

I was back, floating in the void of my subconsciousness. But sothing had shifted. The feeling of weightlessness had disappeared.

I could sense it. Sothing was watching from the depths.

It was then...

"I don't understand. What is it that you're so afraid of?"

... A familiar voice was heard.

The voice ca from behind . I knew that voice. In fact, It was too familiar to ignore. But that was impossible. Why was I hearing that voice here?

I slowly turned my head. Behind , I saw...

「 W A K E U P !! 」

Suddenly, everything went dark.

★

When I opened my eyes, I realised I wasn't in the void anymore.

There was a ceiling above which ant I was inside a building of sorts. I rembered I was caught in the shockwave of a huge explosion.

What's going on? Who bought here? Was I captured by soone?

No, It didn't make any sense for soone to capture alive. Plus, I could move my limbs so that possibility was thrown out of the window.

More importantly, why does my head hurt so much? A headache?

I stood up from the cold floor where my body had been resting and rubbed my temple. At the sa ti, 'sothings' appeared infront of .

[A few Constellations are surprised by your vitality.]

[A few Constellations thought you would die in the explosion.]

Damn constellation scum. Did you want to die that badly?

Of course, there would be Constellations that would be like this. But there are also Constellations that were different.

[Constellation 'Architect of Destruction' says you're a stubborn cockroach.]

[Constellation 'Mother of Dragons' is asking you're this weak.]

[Constellation 'Jugde of War and Wisdom' admires your fighting spirit.]

[Constellation 'Budda of Victorious Fighting' is complaining about the noisy channel and picking his nose.]

[Constellation 'Grand Duke of the East' is looking at you.]

[8,000 coins has been sponsored by the Constellations.]

[You have received 10,000 for hunting the Territory Master.]

I looked at the steam of notifications and couldn't contain my smile.

18,000 coins. It was not a small amount of coins. If I continued receiving coins at this rate, I might be able to gather around 500,000 coins after the conclusion of the 5th Fable.

More importantly, was I the only one here?

I scanned my surroundings and noticed I was inside the living room of sorts. Lee Dokho was sprawled across one of the couches. He was unconscious but his breathing pattern was steady.

I shifted my gaze towards the other side of the room, where I spotted Kagura sitting on a chair with her arms wrapped tightly around her sword. She seed to be asleep but her arms was wrapped with bandages.

Ah, I think I know what happened.

... Kagura must have regained consciousness and carried both of us here. Most likely, she carried both of us here without any regard for her safety. No, considering the size of the explosion, that 'thing' must have approached the Sookmyung Highschool.

Speaking of which, the Sookmyung Highschool was completely ruined thanks to a certain soone that thought explosions were cool. Naturally, that person wasn't alright in the brain departnt.

"Tch! That bastard got away with the [Yellow Dragon Sword]. Now things will beco more troubleso in the future. I obtained the [Blue Dragon Sword] before I entered the World's Territory. Soo Jinyoung must have obtained the [Red Pheonix Sword] and Angelica will obtain the [Black Tortoise Sword]. My only concern is that Song Jaewon would have gone West and obtained the [White Spirit Lance].

Considering the circumstances, [Byakko] will be more troubleso to deal with than [Kouryuu]."

On the good side, the power of Kouryuu cannot be summoned unless the user proves himself as the Emperor so I won't have to be worried in the anti.

On the bad note though, Byakko must have already fallen into the hands of the Regressor.

[The Constellations enjoys hearing your dialogue.]

I ignored the constellation indirect ssages and tried to get up. But, as soon as I did, multiple parts of my body began to arch badly as if it had been stabbed.

It was when I looked down, did I notice that various parts of my body like my arms and legs were wrapped with blood strained bandages.

Of course, It was impossible to escape that explosion completely unscratched. But I didn't think my injuries would be this bad. Hell, even the act of trying to move my arms or legs was extrely painful.

[Due to your exhausted state, the Omniscient Wall has entered an offline state.]

The [Omniscient Wall] was on cool down?

No wonder I was feeling so much pain. The Omniscient Wall was turned off this entire ti. Most likely, the full defensive power of the Omniscient Wall was used to protect from the explosion.

I gritted my mouth as I forced my body up despite the sharp pain stabbing through every joints.

My breath was rough and the sweat on my brows are cold. Was I always this pathetic without the [Wall] to protect ?

Sohow, I was able to move and open the screen door to the balcony. It seems we were currently on the Seventh floor of the Apartnt Complex and the wall of the neighboring building was less than two ters away.

I began to look at the current world from up here. Considering I was on the Seventh floor balcony, I was able to see almost every part of ruined Seoul.

There was nothing special to see. The Seoul was destroyed, It was as simple as that.

There was a wall of smoke in the distance where the Sookmyung Highschool was supposed to be. I spotted sothing moving through that black smokescreen.

It was not a human silhouette. It was sothing that was not supposed to exist in this world.

At that mont, I realised that the world I knew was truly gone.

I looked up at the crimson sky. There was a huge red do covering the entirety of Seoul. It looked like a huge wall preventing the residents from interacting with the outside world.

... If I rember correctly, we won't be able to pass that wall until the conclusion of the 4th Fable. But considering the unpredictability of this storyline due to the introduction of external factors like the Apostles and the Outsiders, I can't say for certain that we will survive to see the Stories beyond the 5th Fable. Ugh... Just thinking about such a future is enough to cause a headache.

A long sigh escaped my lips. The Devil Park Joonhyuk, the Black King Song Jaewon, the White Empress Soo Jinyoung and there are other king candidates that haven't revealed themselves too.

"My future is pitch-black and It doesn't seem like it's going to turn white anyti soon."

My spirits dropped imnsely. I thought it would cheer up if I say it out loud but it only had the opposite effect.

Suddenly, a system ssage appeared infront of and I laughed.

really knows how to kick soone when they are down.

The ssage read;

[There are only two hours until the end of the Fourth Fable.]