I Don’t Want To Be An Ojakgyo Chapter 153

I sat up and opened my eyes.

….No, actually, I wanted to open my eyes, but they were so swollen that they weren't opening properly. There were also a bunch of extrely large eye boogers in the way that blocked my sight. I rubbed my eyes and tried my best to get them open, but the sunlight streaming into my dorm room was too bright.

I scowled as I stretched my hand towards my desk, right next to the bed, and grabbed so orange juice and downed it quickly.

'Where'd this orange juice co from?'

I scratched my stomach and yawned, then grabbed one of the many sandwiches on my desk and started to chew on it.

"What's with these sandwiches?"

They were my favorite–anchovy sandwiches. I was eating it because they were on my desk, but I had no idea who left it there. There was also an assortnt of snacks on my desk aside from the juice and the sandwiches.

I rustled around in my blankets and rolled around for a bit before I realized that there were three blankets on my bed. My blanket was on the bed, and the blanket that I stole on accident from Swan was above it, and there was another blanket that I didn't know the origins of. This blanket did sll a lot like Swan's soap……

I munched on the sandwich as I frowned before I looked at the mirror in front of .

I could see myself, looking like an absolute ss. My hair was a tangled ss and the dress I had been wearing yesterday was horribly wrinkled.

My socks were neatly folded on my desk, and my shoes were neatly placed on the floor. It looked like my feet were the only part of my body that were ready for bed.

What had happened yesterday for to not even change before I fell asleep? My head was lagging behind a bit. I wasn't completely awake just yet.

Instead, I just blinked and looked around .

A pile of snacks on my desk, unchanged clothes. Neatly folded socks, and now three blankets on my bed.

At this point, I had a question that I couldn't answer in my mind.

"Why is this sandwich so tasty?"

Seriously, it was too good.

Once I finished eating the first sandwich, I grabbed another type of sandwich and bit into it. It was a tuna mayo sandwich this ti.

"But I think I had a really explicit dream."

I could see fragnts of so hazy mories appear in my mind from earlier. The entire mory felt hazy, so I just assud they were just from my dreams.

What kind of dream was it again?

First, Swanhaden had appeared, and he looked incredibly pretty. My eyes grew wide as I rembered one scene. I instantly felt awake.

I grabbed a pillow from my bed and threw it onto the ground.

"I must be out of my mind."

A hazy mory, one that felt like it was from a dream, soon entered my mind.

I think I had hugged and kissed Swanhaden for a pretty long ti.

"Why did I dream that kind of thing? What's going on with ?"

Moreover, it had felt great. I could still feel the anxious excitent I had felt throughout it all.

"Did I dream this after the entire debacle where dream Swan bit my lips off that ti……?"

Anyway, thank goodness this was all a dream. First, I needed to go and thank Swanhaden. How would I go and face him if that had happened in real life? I didn't even want to imagine in. I shook my head to disperse the thought.

I was waiting for the opportunity to thank Swanhaden when I bumped into him.

But Swan didn't give the opportunity to thank him.

Swan had two masks on his face, all day long. One was over his mouth as if it was guarding it, and another was covering his eyes. I had no idea what kind of fashion statent this was supposed to be.

I wondered if Swan wasn't feeling well, so I grabbed a random student from the blue class and asked.

"Is Swan sick or sothing?"

"He's always sick or sothing."

I nodded in understanding.

"Oh, Shuraina. Try to stay away from Swanhaden as much as you can. Especially now."

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just destroys everything he gets his hands on, be it furniture or people. He's super scary right now. His ears and face are all red, too. He must be pissed. I think he is."

"Maybe he's just sick?"

"Maybe."

I collected every piece of information about Swan that I could get from the blue class students. He would blank out, then blush all of a sudden. Then, he would start throwing anything he could get his hands on at others sitting nearby. He didn't seem to make an exception for people too–he would shake them senseless. He would destroy his surroundings and mutter 'Oh my god' to himself.

His expression was completely calm even as he went berserk. This terrified the other students even more.

I wondered if sothing had happened to Swanhaden in the anwhile, so I made sure to wave my hands to him whenever I saw Swan.

Swanhaden always accepted my greetings whenever I saw him, even if he was turned away. But the strange part of it was that whenever I tried to approach him, he would run away.

I began to chase after him, yelling his na. When I looked at him from behind, his ears were dyed a dark red.

I was suspicious of why Swanhaden was avoiding like the plague. It seed like he was only avoiding . He usually avoided , but this was a lot worse.

I wondered about Swan's reaction as I laid down on my bed.

"Did he do sothing wrong to or sothing? Or did I do sothing wrong to him?"

I sat on my bed and tried my hardest to think, arms crossed in front of . Sothing had definitely changed after he had used his healing magic on . Did he accidentally tamper with sothing in my head as he healed ? Even if he did, I wasn't having any problems in my daily life. I could forgive him for that.

When I looked at this situation with the lens that Swan had done sothing to on accident, I could believe it. I wondered as I stroked my chin.

"……I'm curious. Should I check?"

If it was ntal-type magic, black magic worked too.

Unlike white magic where ntal magic was used for healing, black magic altered mories or controlled the target of the spell. If I could use ntal-type magic too, I could look into my own ntal state and check the circle to see what he had used.

Magic circles were drawn wherever magic was used, so there was always a trace. Magic circles weren't erasable, but they would beco hazier with ti. People usually let them grow fainter with ti and didn't tamper with it.

I took out the book on black magic that I had borrowed from Cory and opened the book to the section where they explained ntal magic. The book explained that every person had a large space located in their mind. If I could just get in there, I could check.

I morized the magic circle drawn in the book and shifted my body to a more comfortable position. I closed my eyes. I rembered the pitch black darkness that the book ntioned and focused my magic towards my head. When I had a sufficient amount of magic, I imagined myself drawing the circle. When I thought about the circle in the dark area I had thought of earlier, the circle emitted a purple light and beca absorbed into the space.

When the circle began to activate, an interesting phenonon took place.

My body began to feel like it was floating off of the bed I was sitting on.

When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer looking at my dorm room.

My physical body would be lying on the dorm bed, but all of my senses were in the ntal space that I had entered earlier.

As soon as I thought that the magic had worked, I cheered before looking around .

I was in a wide, dark space. It was kind of chilly–the water was deep under my feet. I was floating in the air right now, but I would've fallen deep underwater in this unknown liquid if I wasn't.

It was very dark in here, but it wasn't pitch black. There were countless lights floating in the sky above . You could almost mistake the lights as stars in the sky, but you could tell that they were lights as soon as you took a look at its reflections on the water.

The lights reflected onto the flowing water. They all had different colors. White, blue, sky blue, red, dark red or wine, light pink and more, there was an incredible assortnt of colors in the sky and on the surface of the water.

I couldn't help myself as I touched one of the lights. As soon as my hand touched the surface of the light, I was able to see a few mories flashing through my mind.

"Are these lights holding my mories?"

Knowing that fact allowed to read the lights without touching them. Seeing that they were my personal mories, they were easy to read. The contents of the lights seed to flow into my mind just by looking at them.

I had a feeling that the colors had anings behind them, so I checked. All of the lights took on a color based on the specific emotion I had behind the mory.

Green mories were morable, happy mories.

Yellow mories were important everyday mories.

Blue mories were morable sad mories.

Red mories were angry, emotional mories.

And the blood-like, wine-colored mories seed to shine brightly.

The blood-colored lights were highest up in my mind, and they seed to emit a strong, bright color. Moreover, I didn't even have to try and rember them to feel the feelings behind them.

Wine-colored lights held the most miserable, painful mories of my life.

All of the other lights gently floated on the surface of the water, dim and almost gone. Those lights emitted a gentle glow when I touched them to read what they were.

I wondered if the mories associated with these lights would disappear if I destroyed them. I grabbed one of the mories I felt I wouldn't need.

When I tried to destroy a light, I suddenly felt a strong sense of rejection towards my previous idea. No matter how insignificant they felt, all of my mories were linked together. This particular mory was even stretched towards one of my favorite dreams.

All of this felt incredibly interesting. I slowly looked around to take in my surroundings.

Then, I found sothing that looked like it didn't belong in this place that was made for and by . It was what I had been looking for.

Not too far away from where I was standing, Swanhaden's magic circle was clear as day. It looked like it was a recent circle–there was a bright stream of light coming from the circle.

I put one toe in the water and played around in the water for a bit before walking towards the circle. I liked the feeling of the cool water on my feet.

The magic circle that Swanhaden had drawn recently emitted a bright white light. The white magic looked like thread as it linked and tied all of the lights together.

I didn't have to check to know that those lights held my mories of my past life. The lights were all blue and red, but his magic was slowly turning them yellow.

My past mories were tied within the magic circle and floating quite a bit above . It was probably because the mories of my past life were important to .

I stretched my hand to the circle he had drawn. It was a complicated piece that didn't seem to require any fixing.

I tilted my head in confusion. He was avoiding after doing such a perfect job with my treatnt?

If he wasn't the one that had made a mistake, then maybe that ant that I was in the wrong. Even though I couldn't quite place it.

"…..what's that?"

I sat up and opened my eyes.

….No, actually, I wanted to open my eyes, but they were so swollen that they weren't opening properly. There were also a bunch of extrely large eye boogers in the way that blocked my sight. I rubbed my eyes and tried my best to get them open, but the sunlight streaming into my dorm room was too bright.

I scowled as I stretched my hand towards my desk, right next to the bed, and grabbed so orange juice and downed it quickly.

'Where'd this orange juice co from?'

I scratched my stomach and yawned, then grabbed one of the many sandwiches on my desk and started to chew on it.

"What's with these sandwiches?"

They were my favorite–anchovy sandwiches. I was eating it because they were on my desk, but I had no idea who left it there. There was also an assortnt of snacks on my desk aside from the juice and the sandwiches.

I rustled around in my blankets and rolled around for a bit before I realized that there were three blankets on my bed. My blanket was on the bed, and the blanket that I stole on accident from Swan was above it, and there was another blanket that I didn't know the origins of. This blanket did sll a lot like Swan's soap……

I munched on the sandwich as I frowned before I looked at the mirror in front of .

I could see myself, looking like an absolute ss. My hair was a tangled ss and the dress I had been wearing yesterday was horribly wrinkled.

My socks were neatly folded on my desk, and my shoes were neatly placed on the floor. It looked like my feet were the only part of my body that were ready for bed.

What had happened yesterday for to not even change before I fell asleep? My head was lagging behind a bit. I wasn't completely awake just yet.

Instead, I just blinked and looked around .

A pile of snacks on my desk, unchanged clothes. Neatly folded socks, and now three blankets on my bed.

At this point, I had a question that I couldn't answer in my mind.

"Why is this sandwich so tasty?"

Seriously, it was too good.

Once I finished eating the first sandwich, I grabbed another type of sandwich and bit into it. It was a tuna mayo sandwich this ti.

"But I think I had a really explicit dream."

I could see fragnts of so hazy mories appear in my mind from earlier. The entire mory felt hazy, so I just assud they were just from my dreams.

What kind of dream was it again?

First, Swanhaden had appeared, and he looked incredibly pretty. My eyes grew wide as I rembered one scene. I instantly felt awake.

I grabbed a pillow from my bed and threw it onto the ground.

"I must be out of my mind."

A hazy mory, one that felt like it was from a dream, soon entered my mind.

I think I had hugged and kissed Swanhaden for a pretty long ti.

"Why did I dream that kind of thing? What's going on with ?"

Moreover, it had felt great. I could still feel the anxious excitent I had felt throughout it all.

"Did I dream this after the entire debacle where dream Swan bit my lips off that ti……?"

Anyway, thank goodness this was all a dream. First, I needed to go and thank Swanhaden. How would I go and face him if that had happened in real life? I didn't even want to imagine in. I shook my head to disperse the thought.

I was waiting for the opportunity to thank Swanhaden when I bumped into him.

But Swan didn't give the opportunity to thank him.

Swan had two masks on his face, all day long. One was over his mouth as if it was guarding it, and another was covering his eyes. I had no idea what kind of fashion statent this was supposed to be.

I wondered if Swan wasn't feeling well, so I grabbed a random student from the blue class and asked.

"Is Swan sick or sothing?""He's always sick or sothing."

I nodded in understanding.

"Oh, Shuraina. Try to stay away from Swanhaden as much as you can. Especially now."

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just destroys everything he gets his hands on, be it furniture or people. He's super scary right now. His ears and face are all red, too. He must be pissed. I think he is."

"Maybe he's just sick?"

I collected every piece of information about Swan that I could get from the blue class students. He would blank out, then blush all of a sudden. Then, he would start throwing anything he could get his hands on at others sitting nearby. He didn't seem to make an exception for people too–he would shake them senseless. He would destroy his surroundings and mutter 'Oh my god' to himself.

His expression was completely calm even as he went berserk. This terrified the other students even more.

I wondered if sothing had happened to Swanhaden in the anwhile, so I made sure to wave my hands to him whenever I saw Swan.

Swanhaden always accepted my greetings whenever I saw him, even if he was turned away. But the strange part of it was that whenever I tried to approach him, he would run away.

I began to chase after him, yelling his na. When I looked at him from behind, his ears were dyed a dark red.

I was suspicious of why Swanhaden was avoiding like the plague. It seed like he was only avoiding . He usually avoided , but this was a lot worse.

I wondered about Swan's reaction as I laid down on my bed.

"Did he do sothing wrong to or sothing? Or did I do sothing wrong to him?"

I sat on my bed and tried my hardest to think, arms crossed in front of . Sothing had definitely changed after he had used his healing magic on . Did he accidentally tamper with sothing in my head as he healed ? Even if he did, I wasn't having any problems in my daily life. I could forgive him for that.

When I looked at this situation with the lens that Swan had done sothing to on accident, I could believe it. I wondered as I stroked my chin.

"……I'm curious. Should I check?"

If it was ntal-type magic, black magic worked too.

Unlike white magic where ntal magic was used for healing, black magic altered mories or controlled the target of the spell. If I could use ntal-type magic too, I could look into my own ntal state and check the circle to see what he had used.

Magic circles were drawn wherever magic was used, so there was always a trace. Magic circles weren't erasable, but they would beco hazier with ti. People usually let them grow fainter with ti and didn't tamper with it.

I took out the book on black magic that I had borrowed from Cory and opened the book to the section where they explained ntal magic. The book explained that every person had a large space located in their mind. If I could just get in there, I could check.

I morized the magic circle drawn in the book and shifted my body to a more comfortable position. I closed my eyes. I rembered the pitch black darkness that the book ntioned and focused my magic towards my head. When I had a sufficient amount of magic, I imagined myself drawing the circle. When I thought about the circle in the dark area I had thought of earlier, the circle emitted a purple light and beca absorbed into the space.

When the circle began to activate, an interesting phenonon took place.

My body began to feel like it was floating off of the bed I was sitting on.

When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer looking at my dorm room.

My physical body would be lying on the dorm bed, but all of my senses were in the ntal space that I had entered earlier.

As soon as I thought that the magic had worked, I cheered before looking around .

I was in a wide, dark space. It was kind of chilly–the water was deep under my feet. I was floating in the air right now, but I would've fallen deep underwater in this unknown liquid if I wasn't.

It was very dark in here, but it wasn't pitch black. There were countless lights floating in the sky above . You could almost mistake the lights as stars in the sky, but you could tell that they were lights as soon as you took a look at its reflections on the water.

The lights reflected onto the flowing water. They all had different colors. White, blue, sky blue, red, dark red or wine, light pink and more, there was an incredible assortnt of colors in the sky and on the surface of the water.

I couldn't help myself as I touched one of the lights. As soon as my hand touched the surface of the light, I was able to see a few mories flashing through my mind.

"Are these lights holding my mories?"

Knowing that fact allowed to read the lights without touching them. Seeing that they were my personal mories, they were easy to read. The contents of the lights seed to flow into my mind just by looking at them.

I had a feeling that the colors had anings behind them, so I checked. All of the lights took on a color based on the specific emotion I had behind the mory.

Green mories were morable, happy mories.

Yellow mories were important everyday mories.

Blue mories were morable sad mories.

Red mories were angry, emotional mories.

And the blood-like, wine-colored mories seed to shine brightly.

The blood-colored lights were highest up in my mind, and they seed to emit a strong, bright color. Moreover, I didn't even have to try and rember them to feel the feelings behind them.

Wine-colored lights held the most miserable, painful mories of my life.

All of the other lights gently floated on the surface of the water, dim and almost gone. Those lights emitted a gentle glow when I touched them to read what they were.

I wondered if the mories associated with these lights would disappear if I destroyed them. I grabbed one of the mories I felt I wouldn't need.

When I tried to destroy a light, I suddenly felt a strong sense of rejection towards my previous idea. No matter how insignificant they felt, all of my mories were linked together. This particular mory was even stretched towards one of my favorite dreams.

All of this felt incredibly interesting. I slowly looked around to take in my surroundings.

Then, I found sothing that looked like it didn't belong in this place that was made for and by . It was what I had been looking for.

Not too far away from where I was standing, Swanhaden's magic circle was clear as day. It looked like it was a recent circle–there was a bright stream of light coming from the circle.

I put one toe in the water and played around in the water for a bit before walking towards the circle. I liked the feeling of the cool water on my feet.

The magic circle that Swanhaden had drawn recently emitted a bright white light. The white magic looked like thread as it linked and tied all of the lights together.

I didn't have to check to know that those lights held my mories of my past life. The lights were all blue and red, but his magic was slowly turning them yellow.

My past mories were tied within the magic circle and floating quite a bit above . It was probably because the mories of my past life were important to .

I stretched my hand to the circle he had drawn. It was a complicated piece that didn't seem to require any fixing.

I tilted my head in confusion. He was avoiding after doing such a perfect job with my treatnt?

If he wasn't the one that had made a mistake, then maybe that ant that I was in the wrong. Even though I couldn't quite place it.

"…..what's that?"