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"Ha, hahaha."
After laughing hollowly for a while, unable to comprehend the situation, Myeongseong barely managed to regain a tiny shred of his sanity.
"Is this some kind of alternate history thing? Did I time-slip?"
Myeongseong muttered in a drained voice.
'Think. What happened to me?'
Still unable to grasp the situation, Myeongseong tried to make sense of it somehow.
'I was playing F/GO. Then I fell into a sewer, swam through foam, fell from space to Earth. My body got younger, I'm wearing traditional clothes, and my hair is done in a braid.'
Myeongseong carefully recalled everything that had just happened, organizing it step by step.
"Right…. Right. That's what happened, so I time-slipped! Yeah! That's it! Nothing else makes sense! …What do you mean it doesn't make sense! Fuuuuck!"
But he couldn't understand it.
"Fuck! I fall into a sewer and end up in space? Outer space?! And then fucking fall to Earth? Does that make any sense!? Fuck! There's a limit to plausibility! Fuuuuck!!!"
He was looking at his phone playing F/GO, fell into a sewer, and was in foam.
Then when he came to his senses, he was in space and crashed to Earth like a meteor.
But not only was his body unharmed, it was younger, his clothes had changed to traditional attire, and he even had a weird braid in his hair.
And looking down from the cliff, he saw a village straight out of a historical drama set in the modern era of Japanese colonial rule, to top it all off.
"Huff, huff."
Myeongseong grabbed his chest and panted.
Panic. Or shock.
―――.
A ringing in his ears, his body felt strangely heavy.
Myeongseong had somehow sorted the situation out, but he couldn't understand his current circumstances one bit. He tried to roughly fit the situation into a frame using his unique "experience" (from being a fan), but he wasn't even sure if that was right.
Any deduction was right, any logic was wrong.
A situation literally of the unknown, by the unknown, for the unknown.
"A, a lie…."
Caught in a surreal phenomenon that didn't just transcend common sense but shattered it, Myeongseong screamed.
"No, I didn't even have 5,700 reviews! I didn't get hit by a reincarnation truck, I fell into a sewer and time-slipped?! What's a reincarnation sewer—!!!"
Hey—! Hey――!! Hey―――!!!
Cries of rage, echoes of a scream resounded through the mountains. Birds, startled by Myeongseong's shout, fluttered and flew away.
But, there was no answer for him.
"Really, isn't there a single person to answer me…. Haha. Usually in this kind of situation, they'd at least attach some god or something as an exposition character…"
Muttering hollowly, he looked around, but of course, no one was in sight.
Myeongseong was truly in a mountain with no one. It seemed he had fallen into the most remote of remote places.
And that was indeed the case.
The forest Myeongseong was in had dense trees, with only the crater where he fell like a meteor sitting alone. It was a place where people, even animals, were scarce.
Even if Myeongseong stayed here, there was nothing more he could learn or do.
"No choice. First…, right! I'll just go into a house nearby! Say I'm a lost orphan! And then…."
Still, he had to survive first.
Trying to think of a way to collect even a little information, Myeongseong soon slumped his shoulders as if drained of strength.
"…And then what? Looking at the era, it seems like the Japanese occupation period, so do I join the independence movement or something?"
Muttering that, Myeongseong found his own words so absurd he let out a *Ha!* of hollow laughter.
"Keuk. Kheuheu. Independence movement? Me? Kheuheuheu. Keuhup!"
Laughter. Hollow laughter. Manic laughter burst forth.
He was so, so, so amused that the only solution he could think of for this situation (probably a time-slip) was something as grand as the independence movement, that even covering his mouth couldn't stop the self-deprecating laughter from leaking out.
It wasn't that Myeongseong lacked patriotism. He wasn't ignorant of Japanese atrocities. In fact, he detested the Japanese Empire of the colonial era.
It's just.
"Ah. Ahhh…."
However.
"Aeu. Aah…. Aah…."
Simply.
"Mom…"
He just remembered his precious family, separated from him in an instant.
"Mom, dad, little brother…. Aah. Ahhh."
His loving mother.
His respected father.
That idiot little brother of mine.
Relatives and friends. Known juniors, seniors. All other connections were gone. Severed by force.
The surreal situation, the unrealistic sight shattered Myeongseong's reason. Enough to make him go crazy and jump around. No, he had already gone mad.
How could one accept, understand, and endure this situation without going mad?
Myeongseong looked up at the sky he fell from.
He saw the sky he fell from, a beautiful night sky embroidered with clear stars.
Myeongseong weakly reached a hand toward the sky. It was vast. Starlight that couldn't even be held in his hand flowed through his fingers. Watching the starlight slip through his fingers, Myeongseong shed tears.
'Far…, huh.'
The distance between his time and this place was as far as heaven and earth, as far as a hand and a star.
A hollowness like countless hands gripping his wrist, a cruel gravity as if forbidding him from daring to look up at the sky, made his hand drop powerlessly.
The common sense, reason, and morality in his mind burst like bubbles.
And so, the entity named Myeongseong collapsed.
-
"Haha. Really. Truly…"
It's vast. It's become so, so far away.
A family that had gone so far he could never reach them again. Myeongseong had lost his family in an instant.
"If I, if I change the future, could I see my family again?"
Based on Myeongseong's fragmented estimation, it was probably the past, 100 years ago. Or at least 70-80 years ago, if not that long.
But what if, by his actions here, a butterfly effect occurred?
"The future changes…"
―――The entity called family vanishes.
And not just that. Everyone he knew could become twisted or changed, or perhaps their very existence could become nothingness.
And then? He couldn't know if the future would change for the better or not.
"Hahaha. Right. The past changed the moment I fell, didn't it? The butterfly has already flapped its wings…"
As if reciting a line of poetry, Myeongseong laughed maniacally.
The butterfly effect had already begun.
Not just the huge crater behind him, as if a meteor had fallen.
Look at the village beyond that cliff. A great commotion had already arisen from his fall, hadn't it, with lights flickering incessantly even in this dead of night.
Even in this remote mountain valley, countless lights were appearing and disappearing like raindrops, visible at a glance.
Faint voices of people could also be heard.
Was the sound of that small village echoing and amplified because they were in the mountains?
Screams. Weird (modern) Korean. Incomprehensible Japanese mixed in, boiling at his ears like countless whispers.
People in police uniforms were occasionally visible; they were running busily through the streets, trying to calm the commotion. And some were running toward the mountain (probably toward him). Perhaps they were coming to check where the meteor (Myeongseong) fell?
Watching that scene, (certainly not by his own will) seeing the havoc he had caused, Myeongseong laughed hollowly.
"No, it's already become a typhoon. Haha!"
The flap of the butterfly's wings had already transformed into a typhoon and was sweeping in.
"Ha. Hahaha. Hahahahaha…"
Too late. It was already too late.
The moment he fell, it was already screwed up.
Now, this moment, the past (history) had been altered.
A meteor fell. This event of his crash landing—he couldn't even guess what kind of snowballing effect it would have later.
That meant.
"No matter how quietly I stay holed up in this mountain valley, it means the future has changed…"
The uncomfortable truth that he had already changed the past.
The fact that not only could he not see his family again, but all his connections had been severed entirely.
On top of that, the reality that his very life had turned to emptiness, having become younger with a child's body.
"Sto――, stop laughingaaaaaaaa―――!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Myeongseong roared and struck the ground. He didn't stop even as his bones cracked, his skin tore, and blood splattered.
"My life! My family! For the stupid reason of falling into a sewer—! That I can never get them back, never see them again, does that make any sense, you fuuuuuuck―!!!"
Family, my beloved family. Mother. Father. Brother. All of them. All gone.
"I haven't even gotten a job yet! I haven't even been filial yet, fuck!!! I couldn't even return the love I received!!!"
No matter how much he wasn't that great a son, it wasn't that he didn't love his family.
They might not have been a picture-perfect family from a fairy tale, but they were a family that loved each other.
No matter how much he grumbled, fought with his brother over a remote, or complained about the dinner menu.
"Fuuuuuck! Fuck!!!"
An ordinary family you could find anywhere. A family that, even if they fought, would awkwardly make up later, and no matter how much they scolded, would ultimately forgive each other—a harmonious family. Not perfect, but all the more precious for it.
His own life, his own home, love itself.
"Euh, euhuhuhung!"
It's gone now. Can't be loved anymore, can't return love anymore. Can't even see their faces.
Lost even his home, all connections severed, even lost his life.
Myeongseong just cried. He wailed and screamed. He lamented and despaired.
-
"Keuh. Kheuheuheuk!"
"Kisama, nani shinde iru!"
From behind Myeongseong, who had been crying for a while, Japanese words reached him.
Myeongseong blankly turned his head to see a Japanese Empire policeman or something approaching him.
"...."
"―――!"
"...."
"―! ――!"
Myeongseong said nothing. No, he didn't even have the strength to speak. He couldn't understand Japanese in the first place. As he stared blankly at the policeman or whatever, that policeman's face turned red.
Thinking he was being ignored, the policeman, with an infuriated face, grabbed Myeongseong by the collar and lifted him with one hand. And without any regard for the fact that Myeongseong was a child (his body had gotten younger), he applied force as if choking him.
"―――!"
The policeman shouted something again, but Myeongseong remained silent. Of course, it was because he didn't understand Japanese.
But whether Myeongseong understood or not, the policeman, with a flushed face and bloodshot eyes, kept shouting at him while pointing at the crater.
Given the circumstances, it seemed like he was asking—no, interrogating—what had happened here―――
"...."
―――What did that matter to Myeongseong?
Still, because it was so noisy, he tried to spit something out, but no sound came.
Had his vocal cords gotten nodules from screaming too much earlier, or did he just not have the energy to speak?
Myeongseong looked at the policeman with hollow eyes, even his tears dried up.
And Myeongseong's reflection in the policeman's eyes was wretched.
His eyelids were swollen from crying long ago, his lips bruised from biting long ago. There was no life in his eyes.
A specter-like appearance, having lost all hope, barely clinging to life.
Perhaps it looked rather eerie, as the policeman flinched for a moment, then distorted his face and raised his hand.
Slap!
And stars burst before Myeongseong's eyes as his head snapped to the side.
What just happened?
With a lightning-like question, pain followed. Thanks to that pain, Myeongseong's mind snapped back for a moment. As he turned his head back, he saw the policeman's face, breathing roughly, *hiss hiss*.
And looking down, he saw the policeman's bloodied fist. Perhaps he had punched his face?
"―――!"
The policeman now shook Myeongseong like a rag and kept shouting. Probably urging him to tell the truth quickly.
"I don't know either…"
Perhaps because the pain brought him to his senses for a moment, words came out this time. Though his voice was completely hoarse.
"I know nothing…"
Myeongseong muttered weakly.
"Someone please explain it to me…"
'Maybe this is a dream?'
For a moment, that thought occurred.
Perhaps this moment right now is a dream.
'Space? Time-slip? That doesn't make sense. Right. This is a dream.'
Thinking realistically, it was more plausible that he fell into a sewer, hit his head, was suffering from a concussion and experiencing unknown hallucinations. Yes. That was more likely.
Gigglegiggle, Myeongseong laughed like a madman.
Blood came from his mouth, one cheek was swollen, and his voice was hoarse, but strangely, laughter came out just fine.
Was it because it was the manic laughter of a madman?
'Right. It's a dream. This is just a nasty nightmare. Ah. Wake up quickly. Please.'
I should be unconscious. Please wake up soon and escape this unpleasant dream.
As Myeongseong remained silent, the policeman raised his fist once more.
Myeongseong looked at that fist and closed his eyes.
'If I get hit by that fist, I'll wake from the dream. And when I open my eyes, I'll be in a hospital bed.'
Yes. Surely that's how it will be.
But―――
Thud!
―――Why does it hurt?
Myeongseong opened his eyes again. Forest. Crater. The Japanese policeman's face came into view in order.
This time, having been hit properly, he even felt a metallic taste in his mouth.
His mouth, no, one cheek seemed to have burst. Blood gushed and was swallowed *gulp gulp* inside his mouth. It was very metallic and bitter.
Taste. Pain. And a red field of vision danced together.
"It hurts…"
Taste. Pain. And a red field of vision danced together.
His head felt strangely dizzy again. Concussion symptoms? He felt like bubbles were rising in his brain.
A ringing sounded in his ears again. A grotesque sound, as if hundreds of millions, tens of billions of whispers overlapped, echoed.
Strength gradually left his body. No, was it getting heavier? It felt as if the ground was pulling him, the sky was crushing him.
"I said it hurts…"
Myeongseong, suffering from aches all over, thought.
'Why won't I wake from the dream? Perhaps―――'
―――Is it really not a dream?
Pain that began from the foam, the ringing, the gravity. A small suspicion stemming from that, "could it be?"
Soon the suspicion turned into a realization, the realization into discomfort. The discomfort transformed into a complex of indescribably intense emotions like rage, hatred, loathing.
Like a reflux of a lump of emotion called foam. The ringing and dissonance of countless whispers telling him not to turn away from the truth. Even the gravity pulling him as if asserting this place was real.
"Could it be, could it be, could it becould it becould it becould it be…"
"Tch!"
Myeongseong just endlessly muttered the same word. Feeling as if he was looking at a deranged, mad brat (since he was a child), the policeman got angry. No, it seemed he couldn't take it anymore.
The moment the policeman lifted Myeongseong even higher with his right hand and moved his left hand to the sword scabbard at his waist.
As if grease in his brain had been washed away by anger, the bubbles rising in his mind cleared. The ringing that was like whispers stopped in an instant, and strength returned to his body that had felt heavy as if the ground was pulling him.
"Shine―!"
The moment a murderous glint entered the policeman's eyes as he gripped the sword handle.
"Just shut uuuup! Fuck! A guy's thinking here!!!"
For a moment, swept up in directionless, fierce anger, Myeongseong clenched his fist and threw a full-power punch straight at the policeman's Adam's apple.
"Keuheuk?!"
A momentary opening, carelessness from never imagining a bratty urchin would throw a punch.
The policeman, hit squarely in the vital spot, let go of Myeongseong, grabbed his throat, and coughed violently.
Myeongseong didn't miss that opportunity.
Swish.
The moment he swiftly landed on the ground, he pushed off, dashed, and grabbed the policeman's sword scabbard and pulled it.
The moment the policeman, who had his sword snatched in an instant, panicked and reached out the hand that was holding his throat.
Slash!
Myeongseong swung the now-empty scabbard and slashed at the policeman's neck.
"――!"
Blood spurted like a fountain from the policeman's neck. He hadn't fully severed the neck, but perhaps he had cleanly cut the carotid artery. The policeman, holding his neck as if he couldn't believe it, took barely a few steps toward Myeongseong before collapsing, *thud*, and died.
"Ha!"
Myeongseong wiped the blood splattered on his face with his hand and looked down. Strangely, there was blood on his hand.
"Ha! Hahaha!! Crazy, I killed a person?"
Strangely, it didn't feel real. Only laughter came out.
Myeongseong was not in his right mind. He couldn't be.
The surreal phenomenon of falling into a sewer and seeing space.
The bizarre phenomenon of falling from space to Earth from thousands of kilometers up.
The insane situation of time-slipping from the 21st century to the 20th, and on top of that, reverting to a child.
The terrible reality of losing his family, of never seeing his beloved family again.
The fact that all this happened just because he fell into a sewer while looking at his smartphone.
Myeongseong had simply.
Lost his mind―――gone mad.
Myeongseong giggled and looked at the Japanese Empire policeman who had died before him.
"Right. It's the Japanese occupation era, so this is how it is?"
Keuk. Kihihi.
Myeongseong covered his mouth as if to hide his laughter. Strangely, his hand was trembling. But the laughter didn't stop. Had he gotten tremors or something?
"So I just have to start with the independence movement. Kukuku. And then live to 100 to see my family."
―――Impossible.
Myeongseong knew it deep down.
The butterfly effect had already occurred, and perhaps this was a parallel world where even his family's ancestors hadn't been born. Seeing his family again was impossible.
"Fuck."
The laughter stopped and a short curse compressing all this situation burst out. Myeongseong looked up at the sky again. Day had already broken, and the morning sun was rising.
Dawn. A new era was beginning.
"Damn, it's disgustingly clear."
And so.
Eun Myeongseong's past alteration, the alternate history story, began―――
-
"My my. I came out of curiosity because a meteor fell from the sky, but I'm seeing something quite rare."
―――Huh?
Japanese coming from behind.
But it was strange.
Myeongseong didn't know Japanese; even if he knew a few words, he'd only picked them up here and there, never properly learned.
Yet the Japanese sounded strangely like Korean. As if the meaning contained in the language was directly imprinted into his brain, one could say. It was as if a translator was embedded in the language itself.
'No, more importantly, a man's voice? Could it be another policeman?'
Amid the continuous series of confusing situations, between his maddened mind and a single thread of reason… no, his survival instinct reacted keenly.
The policeman just now tried to kill him. The new man speaking Japanese in this situation was probably a policeman. And seeing the dead policeman, he would kill him.
In this miraculous (maddened mind) syllogism, Myeongseong swiftly put distance between them, almost tumbling.
And with all his might, he swung the sword behind him.
Unexpectedly, Myeongseong's survival instinct seemed incredibly strong and also meticulous.
Myeongseong was currently in a younger state, his physique and strength below an adult's, and injured.
With such a body, he roughly imagined the height difference with an adult man, actively utilized the fact that what he held was a Japanese sword, and swung it diagonally. And judging by the angle being one that would sever an average adult's neck.
However, there was just one thing.
If Myeongseong's survival instinct overlooked something, it was.
"Huh?"
That the person behind him was someone beyond common sense.
'I was attacked…?'
He was clearly swinging the sword, but not only did it not touch the neck, the unidentified man's form moved away in an instant.
The moment he belatedly realized he had been hit by an unidentified attack and was sent flying by it.
Thud! Myeongseong's back hit a tree.
"Keuheuk―!"
And a scream burst out to match.
Gush, blood spurted out in a lump from his mouth.
Amid the fresh blood, a strange piece of flesh was visible. Probably an organ fragment. Had his internal organs ruptured?
And as he became aware of that, terrible pain was felt in his abdomen.
A horrific pain as if a hedgehog was rolling around inside his stomach.
The pain sharply awakened his consciousness, and the awakened consciousness felt the pain even more vividly and intensely.
In that chain of hellish pain, Myeongseong writhed like a worm.
"My oh my, your will to live was so obvious I inadvertently used 'Magecraft'."
A voice reaching him again.
As Myeongseong barely raised his head and looked ahead, a handsome young man was shaking his head while pointing at him with his index finger and thumb extended like a gun.
"Ma…gecraft?"
'Magecraft? Like dove or card tricks? What the hell is he saying….'
A continuous series of incomprehensible situations.
Now even his reason gave up on understanding and, along with his sense, ran away from his head.
But his (survival) instinct alone remained to the end, forcing Myeongseong up.
"Huh? I thought for sure you'd die, but you're alive?"
Seeing Myeongseong getting up using the sword as a support, the man opened his eyes wide as if surprised and showed curiosity. But soon, as if annoyed, he roughly scratched his head and let out a sigh.
"Ugh. Then I have no choice but to erase your memory. Young age, but no choice. I'll erase your memory first and investigate slowly."
Muttering that, the man stopped the hand scratching his head and stretched it toward Myeongseong.
A palm stretched out as if thrusting forward, holding no weapon.
But Myeongseong felt the utmost threat from that hand. Every cell in his body was wary of that arm, and Myeongseong quickly covered his head with both arms.
And.
"...."
"...."
"...?"
"...??"
Nothing happened.
Both the mysterious man and Myeongseong were bewildered.
"What, what's this? The suggestion isn't working?"
As the man muttered something incomprehensible (the meaning was understood but the context wasn't) and wiggled his palm as if fixing a broken gun, Myeongseong was not one to miss that moment.
"Opening―!"
Though his reason and sense were all burned up, his survival instinct blazed fiercely, and Myeongseong intuited that this man was dangerous. A man who sent him flying with an unidentified attack. So an even more dangerous man.
Myeongseong's survival instinct screamed.
That man is dangerous. Kill him. Kill to live. If you don't kill, something worse than death awaits.
Not even aware that he had just killed a person after experiencing a threat to his life, and was now actively trying to kill someone, Myeongseong rushed at the man without hesitation, just like before.
He first grabbed the sword and charged. To overcome the insufficient reach and height difference, he stepped on a nearby rock and leaped, rotating his body almost lying flat in the air as he swung the sword.
The angle was horizontal. He swung with all his might, intending to sever the neck.
"…What?! To have this much power even after being hit by Gander?! No! More than that, such insolence…!!"
Seeing Myeongseong's killing intent, the man, feeling not just shock but insult (though he didn't know why), pointed his index finger at Myeongseong.
'That again.'
That's it. That simple, meaningless action.
The attack he suffered originated from that action. In other words, that was an incomprehensible but supremely powerful and threatening attack.
His survival instinct analyzed the attack to survive. That index finger pointed like a gun was aiming at his solar plexus. Precisely targeting the heart or a vital point.
Instinctively sensing the threat, Myeongseong changed the trajectory of his swinging sword and swung it inward toward his own chest.
And the moment he thought he saw some kind of sword-like light, *clang!* The Japanese sword was cleanly cut in half. But the index finger was still pointing at him and was rather moving upward. He had blocked one attack, but the second, third attacks wouldn't stop.
Perhaps because his life was at a critical juncture, Myeongseong's mind compressed to its limit. As if time slowed, the flying fragments of the broken sword slowed, and the man and Myeongseong himself also slowed as if time had stopped.
Slowly, the man's index finger pointed upward this time. Was he trying to finish it definitively this time? His index finger now aimed not at the solar plexus but at Myeongseong's head.
'Can't block it.'
The Japanese sword that could block that incomprehensible attack was already broken, and Myeongseong was in mid-air. This attack couldn't be dodged or blocked.
'Then―――!'
Might as well land one hit!
Myeongseong let go of the Japanese sword without hesitation and clenched his fist. A power unbelievable for a child, one that surges when life is at stake, releasing the body's limits.
'Only one chance!'
He had to land a proper attack at least once. Otherwise, something worse than death awaited.
Under that instinctive intuition, Myeongseong pulled his clenched fist arm back to the limit.
'It's just the body of a ten, eleven-year-old kid. No matter how hard I swing, it's just a drop in the bucket for an adult male. Then there's only one place to aim.'
The chin.
'Hit the chin to shake the brain.'
The moment Myeongseong threw his punch, some language burst from the man's mouth.
"「Fixierung(Aim.)!」"
Black particles, some formless energy, something like a magic bullet was fired from the tip of the man's index finger.
Myeongseong didn't know, but it was a Gander accompanied by an aria. Namely, a strike of the Finger.
Myeongseong's thrown fist collided with the black magic bullet the man fired.
Clang!
"Whaaat?!"
And then it shattered into pieces.
The man, visibly panicked at the sight of the Gander being smashed to pieces by the fist before his eyes. But Myeongseong's fist didn't stop and kept advancing, soon striking the man's chin.
"Keuheuk?!"
The man's head, hit by Myeongseong's strike, snapped―! spectacularly turning 90 degrees. And time flowed normally again.
Crash. Myeongseong, who had rolled on the ground, panted and looked up at the man. The man, having taken a direct hit to the chin, perhaps with his brain shaken, was twisting his body this way and that.
"Kheuk! This…!"
'Ah, no. It didn't work.'
But his eyes glared sharply at Myeongseong. The moment Myeongseong was shocked by the fact that his all-out strike didn't work.
"Uh, uheut?!"
Snapped. At some moment, the man stepped on a pebble, twisted his ankle, slipped, and *bang!* hit his head on a nearby tree.
"Khek?!"
With a rather pathetic scream for a grown adult, the man fainted on the spot.
"Haaa."
*Thud*, seeing the man collapse leaning against the tree, Myeongseong lay down on the ground in relief.
"Huff, huff."
His breathing became rough. No, he felt pain all over his body.
It felt like all the bones in his body were broken, all the muscles torn.
'Well, of course. I pushed myself that hard.'
With his internal organs crushed, he exerted strength unbelievable for a child; there was no way his body was fine.
"Kuhup. Kheuheuheu."
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth along with laughter. Strength left his body. Maybe he couldn't move anymore.
"Kheuheu."
Regarding the matter of time-slipping, killing a policeman there, and then some psychic trying to kill me―――
"―――is how it is, huh. Krule. Keuk. What is that. A mess…. I don't even get the meaning. Wha… kheup, what on earth, happened to me… kuhp."
He wished someone would properly explain this absurd reality.
Myeongseong sincerely thought so.
"Ahh."
His vision was red. Perhaps because blood seeped into his pupils.
Through the reddening vision, he saw the sky.
Clearly the sun was rising, it was dawn, but perhaps because it was tinged with blood, it strangely looked like a sunset.
The sun rises―――sets.
"Now, will I wake from the dream?"
―――Now, will I die?
Slowly.
Myeongseong closed his eyes.
Praying that all this was a dream.
―――
-Material for Eun Myeongseong when "assumed" as a Servant-
Class : Foreigner?
[Parameters]
[Strength - Endurance - Agility F- Mana - Luck - Noble Phantasm -]
[Class Skills]
"Life from Outside the Territory EX"
An arrival from the outer cosmos, from the void.
"■■ ■■ Protection(■■) EX"
―――Details unknown.
"■■■■ : ■■ EX"
―――Details unknown.
[Personal Skills]
"Madness EX"
Anxiety and fear. A deviation from harmony and providence.
―――He went mad to accept reality.
[Noble Phantasm]
None. He is not a Servant, so there's no reason for him to possess one. May he rest in peace.