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The Suicidal IX
The eting was quietly entering its final stretch.
From Dang Seo-rin’s point of view the last few days had been nothing short of chaos.
First ca the bombshell that Undertaker and Noh Do-hwa were dating, then the revelation that Undertaker was actually a Regressor, and on top of that the real reason he had never “regress-outed” until now was the sealed will her tenth-cycle self had left behind. Taking three fastballs to the head like that would have rattled anyone.
Even so,
“…It feels cowardly, you know. I ought to be angry that you hid it from all this ti, but in the end you were keeping the secret because of a promise you made to , not anyone else.”
After hearing the whole story Seo-rin could only sigh as though she had no other choice.
“Do you realise how foolish that is? Promise or not, who on earth tries to keep faith with sothing agreed thousands of years… Wait. Was it thousands of years ago?”
“No. It was tens of thousands of years.”
“Good grief. How does anyone honour a promise that old to this very day?”
Her expression was a tangle, anger and joy, sorrow and wonder, all vying for the front seat.
She would need ti to settle those feelings.
So I voiced only the question that had to be asked now.
“Seo-rin.”
“…”
“As Oh Dok-seo pointed out, I have followed the will your tenth cycle left behind. No, I have tried my best to keep it. I believed doing so would prove that soone called you once existed in that distant past.”
Silence blanketed the room.
The Saintess at the table, Yu Ji-won, even Sim Ah-ryeon, who chased dopamine wherever she went, all held their tongues.
“And now that we have reached the thousandth cycle, I want to ask for your decision again.”
“…”
“May I keep telling the next you, and the one after that, that I am a regressor?”
The silence lingered.
“Tenth-cycle must have… I do not know exactly, but I think she trusted very little.”
After letting the weight of my question sink all the way down, Seo-rin finally opened her mouth.
“All sorts of things. Faith in myself, whether I could fight anomalies without burning through my whole lifespan… Faith in you, whether you were as precious as this world.”
“…”
“But you waited tens of thousands of years for . If I could not even hold out and watch how this world ends, that would be pathetic.”
“So.”
“Right.”
She clasped my hands.
“I will endure, no matter what.”
“…”
“I have no idea how much lifespan you have already stacked on , but that span does not belong solely to . It is yours as well, the result of you guarding my will. Therefore,”
Seo-rin smiled,
“The life you protected, I want to spend it when you want to. My lifespan, I leave it in your care.”
Warmth flowed through our palms.
“Bravo!”
Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap!
From the judges’ dais Oh Dok-seo sprang to her feet, hamring her hands together, tears streaming for so reason.
“Yes, this is it, sniff, absolutely moving. See, all you have to do is talk. If you just talk you can move forward, so why, why not talk, huh? I despise stories that drag out conflict you could solve with an honest conversation, it is manure, total manure. If you claim to care for each other why must hurting each other be inevitable? Only conflicts that survive true dialogue are real conflicts. Hrk, uncle, sob, I always trusted you, dang it!”
“…”
Except for Dok-seo and one single other person, no one in the chamber joined her standing ovation.
Rather, the prevailing mood was “for the love of all things, do not lump with that one.”
In short, it ended in a way everyone could accept.
“Tch.”
Cheon Yo-hwa still rested her chin in her palm, looking sohow hollowed out.
Her head and her heart never stopped rubbing each other raw.
Stories about Yo-hwa could wait for another ti; a heavy emptiness still draped over her and that shadow deserved its own episode.
Therefore,
my gaze fixed on a single person.
Clap, clap, clap, clap.
“…”
With a flawless smile, no shade over her face, no shadow at the corner of her lips, she applauded right after Dok-seo.
Only Noh Do-hwa.
An epilogue had to be told.
This one was not short.
Quite a long one, in fact.
Let us go through it step by step, in order.
“Brothers and sisters, please calm yourselves.”
The first piece of cleanup was, of course, soothing the Awakener mob in Tower of Babel Plaza that looked ready to lynch on the spot.
The Northern Saintess ascended the podium, showing off the saintess robe she had changed into ahead of ti, a holy smile on her lips.
“There is no doubt about Sir Undertaker’s feelings. He loves , and that love is not so vulgar romance but the pure Mo Gwang-seo style compassion that embraces my entire being.”
– What.
– Wait, really?
– See, told you so!
Murmurs swept the crowd.
The paladins who had been one step from declaring a crusade downgraded at once into woodland critters.
I, a man of common sense, had no idea what “Mo Gwang-seo style love” was, but apparently it carried profound aning for them.
Sim Ah-ryeon bead.
“Yes. It is just that Sir Undertaker’s boundless compassion has taken root in many people besides , like the Guild Leader of Samcheon World or the Commander of the National Road Managent Corps.”
“…”
“I sincerely support and bless this man’s love.”
She hopped off the stage, trotted over to , looped her arm through mine and flashed the brightest grin imaginable.
“So please, brothers and sisters, bless him as well, an.”
“…”
From that day on the Eastern Holy State had a single archenemy, not heretics, atheists, anomalies or even the Road Corps, but one man called Undertaker.
Every dawn when I made my patrol through Inunaki Tunnel, I found the entrance on the Holy State side piled high with anonymous letters.
[Die.]
[Miss Saintess is so innocent that she was montarily deceived by your devilish tongue, but my eyes will not be mocked…]
[Die.]
[I have relatives in Busan. Just last month they sent a photo of you having lunch with the Great Witch of Samcheon World. If you still possess the conscience God grants to all n—]
[Die.]
“…”
Paper was not a resource one could squander freely in this era, so the sheer waste made it clear how sky-high their hatred rose.
“Ah-ryeon.”
“Y-yes?”
“I can endure no longer.”
“…?”
At last I made my decision.
–ZERO_SUGAR: ☆★ Great shock! The true identity of OldManGoryeo the vile troll! She is actually the Northern Saintess! Exposé! ★☆
It was, without exaggeration, a nuclear move.
If anyone thought this Guild Leader would stay passive forever, they were sadly mistaken.
I curled a bitter smile.
The post was perfect.
The fact that OldManGoryeo and the Northern Saintess had never been active at the sa ti, that assuming they were the sa person solved every mystery, the copious evidence attached—everything immaculate.
Even the title was crafted to bait clicks no matter how you tried to resist.
‘How long did you think you could rule the forum as a tyrant? Die for once, Ah-ryeon!’
Comnts began to pour in.
The greatest scandal in SG Net history. The fanfare of doom, its overture blaring.
–Anonymous: Ignore the troll.
?
–Anonymous: What is this now…
–[Baekhwa] PressClub2: Do not feed.
–[EasternHoly] KindSoul: lol, this jerk used to spin fake holand stories, now he sars the Saintess for attention, what a life.
└Anonymous: What bait is it this ti?
└[Samcheon] teorIsIceMagic: I said ignore the troll, 400m.
└[EasternHoly]KindSoul: sry sry
–Anonymous: You fools realise giving him attention is exactly what he wants.
–dolLHOuse: Not easy, 1 200m.
That was all the reaction to my magnum opus.
“Uh…”
One-hundred-and-twenty-one downvotes.
Only two upvotes, one of which was mine.
–OldManGoryeo: Hooeheehee! Turns out I was the Supre Being of the Eastern Holy State all along? While I was not looking I beca the Northern Saintess and was out there saving lives >_
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