134 – ???. IF Bad Ending – Reality, not fantasy
Kwasik.
“Ah…….”
Kim Eun-ha, who broke Namgoong Min’s heart, watched him fall dead.
A fortune teller who died with his chest pierced, lying in a cold dungeon.
I look at him quietly.
To put it more precisely:
She was raising the corners of her mouth.
“This…Is a waste…”
Even at this moment, my
Life is shaking.
It urges you to run outside and take a life or kill someone.
However, despite her urge to survive, she only looked down at Namgoong Min with loving eyes.
After that, she turns the dead Namgoong Min over and kisses his bloodless lips.
The heart that still remains in her hand pours the blood onto her head.
Kim Eun-ha, covered in Namgoong Min’s blood with a sincere and happy expression, closed Namgoong Min’s eyes.
“Thank you, and I love you.”
With those words, she touches him lovingly and walks out of the dungeon.
Then, suddenly.
Wicked.
“……Huh?”
I satisfied my ‘affection’ by killing him.
For some reason, it hurts deep inside my heart.
“……….”
But first, resolving Came first.
You can worry about it later.
Thinking like that, Kim Eun-ha went out of the castle.
…… After that, she slaughtered everyone in the imperial castle.
He went out of the imperial castle and killed countless people.
And.
“Again.”
*
You have to remember.
First, numerology can be used only when the glass kettle is full of water.
Second, it can only be used at night when the stars are rising.
Third, I myself should not believe in numerology.
No matter how many times I die or how many times I suffer.
This place is an illusion within .
You must remember that it is only the boundary between reality and dreams.
With this, the fifth.
*
Kwasik.
“Ah…….”
Kim Eun-ha, who broke Namgoong Min’s heart, watched him fall dead.
A fortune teller who died with his chest pierced, lying in a cold dungeon.
I look at him quietly.
To put it more precisely:
She was tilting her head.
“What is it?”
A very small feeling of discomfort that affects my senses, which have become more sensitive thanks to regaining
A very small feeling of discomfort.
A question that makes you stop and think for a moment while walking down the street.
However, after thinking for a moment, she quickly shook off her sense of discomfort.
After over ten years of suffering, I had become perfect, and now that my
Slaughter impulse was driving me to murder, it was a luxury to even think about the slightest discomfort.
“Still, this is a waste.”
He just spreads Namgoong Min’s heart and blood all over his body, starting from the top of his head.
I feel as if I have become one with the person I love.
Kim Eun-ha smiled eerily and immediately left the dungeon.
After that, the slaughter naturally followed.
And.
“Again.”
*
You have to remember.
Keep this in mind.
I myself should not believe in numerology.
I die, but I am not dead, and everyone in the Hwangseong also dies, but I am not dead.
You have to endure.
Until the pain of loss builds up inside Kim Eun-ha.
…… I don’t know when that was.
With this, the fourteenth.
*
Kwasik.
“……….”
Kim Eun-ha, who broke Namgoong Min’s heart, watched him fall dead.
Why?
Why do I feel familiar with this scene?
“……Hmm.”
Have you ever killed Namgoong Min before? I?
But if that were the case, it contradicts the fact that Namgoong Min was alive just moments ago.
A feeling of discomfort. And misaligned.
The sense of discomfort had grown to the point where I couldn’t let go of it even with the urge to kill.
“……………….”
Looking at Namgoong Min’s corpse, it is no different from the corpse I saw when I was young.
I completely lost my breath.
…… Am I wasting my time now?
Even so, my head is not working well because of .
She forced herself to forget her somewhat reluctant feeling of incongruity and covered Namgoong Min’s heart and blood.
It’s as if you and your loved one have become one…… Mood.
“…What on earth is it?”
Still, it’s probably a useless worry.
Kim Eun-ha surrendered her body to her surging murderous impulses.
Well, anyway, just because you worry a little doesn’t mean you can’t kill someone.
The slaughter is repeated.
And.
“Again.”
*
Memory……… Let’s do it. You must remember.
You should not trust numerology.
Remember. Be sure to remember.
This is not reality.
With this……
…… Fifty-sixth.
*
Kwasik.
“……What is it?”
Kim Eun-ha, who broke Namgoong Min’s heart, watched him fall dead.
Looking down at the lifeless fortune teller, he immediately squats down.
Discomfort and familiarity.
A feeling of reluctance that was too great to be dismissed as simply her illusion was overtaking her.
“Why on earth…?”
Move Namgoong Min’s body around and even touch it.
However, despite this, the feeling of reluctance was not relieved.
Rather, the more I touch it, the more I begin to feel an unknown feeling.
It was also painful.
It was also a kind of impulse.
“……First of all.”
Pour the heart and blood still left in your hand onto your head.
Kim Eun-ha, who accepted all the scars with a sweet expression, looked at Namgoong Min’s corpse again.
“…Okay.”
Then.
He lifts Namgoong Min’s body as if he were hugging a princess.
The heart is pierced and bleeding.
“Let’s go together.”
I felt so uncomfortable, but it didn’t seem like Namgoong Min would be left here alone, no matter how dead he was.
Let’s get out of the dungeon together, let’s get out of the princess’s palace together.
And let’s go out and kill people together.
When I decided to do that, the sense of discomfort seemed to lessen. Her happiness, which overshadowed her disappearance, awakened her.
Moving with someone you love is such a good thing.
Kim Eun-ha smiled.
Lifting the corner of her corpse’s mouth with her two fingers.
And.
“……Again.”
*
Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember.
You should not believe in numerology. You should not trust numerology. You should not trust numerology.
Remember. Remember. Remember. Remember. It hurts. Remember. Remember. Remember. I don’t want to die. Remember. Remember. Remember.
This is not reality. This is not reality. This is not reality. I want to feel comfortable. This is not reality. This is not reality.
Now. Now. Now………
…… Two hundred and fifty-seventh time.
*
Kwasik.
“………?”
Kim Eun-ha, who broke Nam Goong Min’s heart, hugged him as he fell to his death.
She didn’t act with any particular thought in mind. Her body moved naturally.
She just rolled her eyes, not knowing what she was doing.
Tuk.
“……Well, how do you feel?”
She raised the corner of her mouth as she looked at Namgoong Min, who was leaning his pale face against her.
I don’t know why I moved like that, but it’s okay because I feel an unknown sense of happiness and satisfaction.
Kim Eun-ha, who was holding the bleeding corpse tightly, soaked her body with Namgoong Min’s blood as if she had forgotten.
I don’t know why I’m doing this either.
I just felt like I had to do it. I just do it because it’s something I’m used to doing.
But this is okay because it makes me happy as if I was hugging Namgoong Min.
“Would you like to go together this time?”
…… This time too?
Even though I said it myself, I was momentarily taken aback by the incomprehensible words.
As the body lowered her head in response, Eunha Kim smiled broadly.
“Then let’s go together! First, we’re going to the imperial castle! We’ll kill everyone we see there!”
He speaks cheerfully while holding the corpse, but there is no response.
Of course it’s a corpse.
Nevertheless, Eunha Kim was happy.
“This is what they meant to solve .”
It is not a solution to the problem of Itself, but a way for her to become lonely due to her .
Love that stays together even after death.
This must have been Namgoong Min’s idea.
In that case, she should also repay his feelings.
Kim Eun-ha went on a rampage. She destroyed the imperial castle with great splendor, moving more than necessary and causing slaughter and destruction.
Is it because of my mood?
Nam Goong Min’s body should just be lying limp.
…… It seemed like it was getting warmer little by little.
And.
“………All, si.”
*
Let’s stop. Let’s stop. Let’s stop. Let’s remember. Let’s stop. Let’s stop. Let’s remember.
Let’s trust in numerology and feel comfortable. You should not trust numerology. Let’s trust and be comfortable. You shouldn’t believe it.
It hurts. I don’t want to die. I can’t get used to it. It hurts. I don’t want to die. Remember. Do you remember what hurts? Uh? Is not it?
This is not reality…… Probably not? Even if you’re dead, I’m still thinking about you. Then it’s not reality. This is not reality.
You have to remember the number of times. That’s the only proof that this isn’t reality, that it’s just a recurring dream……
Number of times. Number. Number. Number. Number. Number. Number.
Numbers of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times Number of times.
With this, with this, with this.
Thousands……… Seven hundred and eighty-first.
…… Right?
*
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“Come here.”
Kim Eun-ha, who broke Namgoong Min’s heart, hugged him tightly as he lay dying.
It was a natural action. It was also something that had to be done.
That’s how we can prevent his precious blood from being splattered on the floor.
“Beautiful…”
Heart, blood, heart, blood.
She was delighted with everything flowing from Namgoong Min’s body, and her fresh blood poured out from her head.
Like taking a sacred ablution, like being anointed with oil.
Kim Eun-ha, who had carefully smeared Namgoong Min’s blood all over her body, held the hand of the pale corpse amidst the terrible bloody smell.
“Let’s go, you.”
Then.
The body is moving.
The mummy-like corpse, with its heart bursting and all the blood flowing out of its body, stands up on its two legs.
A dream-like scene where the dead come alive and move.
But Eunha Kim was not embarrassed.
She didn’t learn her necromantic art or force it.
The body simply reacted to the words spoken out of habit.
Why? Rather than wondering, a feeling of happiness surrounds my whole body.
Nam Goong Min is with me both in life and in death.
The loss of losing him no longer exists.
The pain that had been building up was also washed away.
Even if we kill everyone in this world.
If he is with you, there will be no problem.
And.
“……………….”
“Should I say it again?”
“……Again.”
*
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Now, let’s get comfortable.
*
“……Huh?”
Suddenly, I open my eyes.
A warm and cozy dungeon. And Kim Eun-ha, who welcomes me with a smile.
“Princess?”
“Sleeper, have you finally woken up?”
“Did I… Fall asleep?”
“Today is our wedding anniversary, but it’s too much to just sleep, right?”
“Ah… That’s right, that’s right.”
We were married. It was the four thousand two hundred and ninety-seventh marriage.
To make sure I didn’t forget, I cut my arm with my fingernail.
Four thousand two hundred…… Ninety-eight times?
Oh, there is one more? What?
“Why is there one more marriage?”
“I’ll engrave it for you. Now…”
Crack, click, click.
Kim Eun-ha laughs, chopping off her skin and bones and rewriting seven into eight. I laughed along with him.
I didn’t feel any pain. Because being sick is bad. Because I don’t want to be sick anymore.
I.
Never.
It hurts.
No.
I sat in the dungeon that was our honeymoon room and faced Eunha Kim.
“Today was our wedding anniversary. I forgot.”
“It’s okay, it was our wedding anniversary yesterday too.”
“Oh, then what about tomorrow?”
“Of course it’s our wedding anniversary.”
“Is that so…How long have you been married?”
“10 Seconds. That’s the time I burst your heart, right?”
When Kim Eun-ha said those words, I looked down at her chest and saw that there was a hole in her chest the size of her fist.
The heart that was supposed to be inside it was missing, and countless amounts of blood was flowing like a waterfall.
This, this, this.
Too much.
“Beautiful…”
“Really? Now, it’s time to take a shower.”
My heart is pouring out blood.
Me and her, soaked in my heart and my blood, embrace each other.
“Shall we leave now?”
“Good. I still have my father and brother left.”
“My father-in-law and my brother-in-law?”
“I’m going to kill you this time. I’m going to kill you.”
“Like me?”
“Yes, just like you.”
Even if I kill him anyway, it won’t really matter. It’s natural for corpses to move.
Okay, let me use my strength for her today.
“Can’t I just explode my heart?”
“Just like I did with rich people and superpowers.”
“Okay.”
Living with my beloved wife and working together.
It’s fun. Are there any happier days than these?
I smiled along with her smile, and Kim Eun-ha, who had been giggling, opened her mouth.
“Anyway, can I not do it again?”
“Huh? What?”
“This is all a dream. It’s not reality, it’s an illusion. Shouldn’t we do it again?”
“Hmm…”
Dream.
Illusion, not reality.
Again.
Number of times.
Remember.
It hurts.
Until when.
It should be like this.
Do it.
I don’t want to hold on.
Now.
I want to be comfortable.
“What do you mean, this is reality? Are you even dreaming?”
“…hehehehe, then there’s no problem. Even if it’s a dream, if you believe it’s real, it’s reality, right?”
“Of course it is.”
“Then…Let’s go back to sleep.”
“Huh? Okay. I will.”
Close your eyes. And it gets easier.
Because I want to be comfortable.
Because I need to be comfortable.
So, I became comfortable.
It’s easier, everything.
*
“……I’m sorry. But your mind was so broken that you couldn’t last more than 5 minutes after waking up…It’s okay. When you go back to sleep and wake up, you can be happy for 5 minutes…….”
“Poor Namgoong Min. You got ruined like this while trying to save me.”
“After you were destroyed, the ownership of this illusion was transferred to me. Why? Someone’s intervention?”
“Well, it doesn’t matter.”
“Even if it’s a dream, even if it’s an illusion.”
“This…Isn’t fantasy, it’s reality.”
“Sleep well, Namgoong Min.”
“The husband I love the most in the world.”
*
[Surprisingly, usurper. I thought you would definitely find a brother like that.]
“…My brother is happier now than he has ever been.”
[Does it look like that?]
“What if I succeeded in rescuing Kim Eun-ha? After that, I only got hurt helping other b*tches.”
[Why are you going to leave it ruined like that? Ah, it was you who tried to turn your brother into an idiot. I guess I understand your taste well.]
“………Oppa.”
[The brother you are crying out for is sleeping in the arms of another woman?]
“It doesn’t matter. As long as my brother can be happy…”
[Your heart is pure and pure.]
“…I’ve handed over the ownership of numerology to that b*tch, so I guess I’ll make my brother happy.”
[Then what will you do if that woman is also broken? Well, I’m half crazy so I don’t think that’s the case.]
“There are candidates…”
[Oh, my.]
“……….”
[That’s how he can be called a usurper.]