Jain had one habit.
When you fail, the habit of looking back at everything from the beginning and analyzing the cause.
It’s been a habit I’ve always had since I was little.
This was also the case when the party was catastrophic and failed to return. After drinking and waking up from the nightmare, Jain would lie down on an angle, contemplating the cause of his failure. He used to reflect on what happened after being possessed in this world from start to finish.
First of all, we had to look back on the reason why Jain played this game. It was because of my sister’s recommendation.
It was because her younger sister, who heard that the DLC for ‘Bravely New World’ was going to be played in pairs with two male and female players, asked her to research the game in advance, saying she really wanted to do it.
Jain, who started the game like that, was immersed in the tactics rather than the narrative of the game. The story was only essential for progress or useful for character development, and the rest of the story was skipped and focused only on attack.
So, there were a lot of stories that were not essential to the capture, even if they were very famous.
That was the first cause of failure.
The biggest betrayal in this world. Because that was the reason for the betrayal.
‘Hey, you, that outfit… ‘
It was a time when he had finished growing enough to escape from Rotern and defeat the Four Heavenly Kings. Looking at the degree of growth, it was around the time that it reached the middle of the whole.
‘What, are you trying to get into an argument?’
‘No, it’s very dignified.’
At that time, for some reason, Jain met a woman who was not affected by the curse of resentment at all. She was a woman with snow-white hair.
‘If you also aim for the Winter Shrine, how about it? Why don’t we throw a party together?’
‘with me? Are you crazy?’
‘no. For some reason, you are very strong and have a large amount of magical power, but you can only use low-level magic, and I am ashamed to say that I have no magic skills other than unique magic to deliver a final blow. Wouldn’t it be a good combination to combine?’
He even offered to organize a party. Until now, I had never seen anyone except Helena escape from the effects of the curse of resentment. Therefore, Jain thought that this woman must also be a hidden heroine that he did not know.
Jain, who was a little overwhelmed by the power of solo play, accepted the offer. And together, we attacked the dungeons in the middle. The two of us went through countless dangers, ate together, and repeated sleeping together, so it was only natural for us to become close. So I also heard her personal story.
‘Our family is the family of the queen who has fallen horribly. Hundreds of years ago, an idiot betrayed the world for love, and the entire clan collapsed.’
‘Is that so?’
‘Yes. I am the talent that the clan produced after enduring hundreds of years of discrimination. So I have no intention of doing anything like love at all. It’s just an irresponsible mental illness.’
‘It’s great.’
‘So please, please don’t confess that we’ve become friends. I will refuse.’
‘I am. The princess is seriously ill.’
‘Oh, it’s because the princess is right.’
If Jain had been familiar with all the detailed settings, he would have noticed the woman’s identity at this point. But I didn’t notice. So Chu-ho did not suspect the woman, and as a result suffered a devastating betrayal.
‘Sorry.’
When we conquered the Winter Shrine, our goal, the woman betrayed Jain and took the reward. He cast paralysis magic on the back of Jain’s head and devoured the essence of winter, the ice crystal, which is the final reward of the Winter Shrine. Only then did Jain realize the woman’s true identity.
She was the successor to Binghui Glasalabolas, the 3rd highest demon king. She was another descendant of Ren’s ancestor, the Succubus Queen, who betrayed the demon realm and married a hero and formed a sonnet family. He was trying to attack the Winter Temple by disguising himself as a human to gain power.
‘I’m so sorry. But I swore.’
Glasalabollas left those words and left the temple, leaving the paralyzed Jain behind. Although she was shedding a single tear, Jain, who was lying on the floor, couldn’t see it.
Her betrayal came as a great shock to Jain. Because I thought they were friends. There was no sign of betrayal. Just because the original was so, she betrayed her. Jain, who barely escaped the winter temple, changed his mind from then on. It was to endure this world.
‘It’s just a game. I’m only dreaming for a while. Let’s not get hurt by empathizing with the events of this world for nothing.’
He had hinted to himself that this world was just a game. Otherwise, it was difficult to endure the continuous pouring of hatred, contempt, and betrayal for no reason.
The habit formed at that time did not disappear after the curse ended, even after joining the Hero Party.
It was because I was so used to being hated.
This single line of doubt engraved in the meantime did not go away easily.
‘If I was still cursed, these guys would have despised me.’
After all, this world is like a game to me, so I’m going to leave soon. With that in mind, I always judged everything based on the original, and tried to maintain a sense of distance from my colleagues.
‘Are you inviting me to the banquet? why?’
‘Because they’re friends!’
However, the more they come together, the more it becomes clear that this world is real, and that these guys are living people, not NPCs.
‘Well, you’re just being cold, there are already a lot of people who think of you as a friend.’
The more I got along with these guys, the more my resolve to treat this world as just a game faded. In the end, even if Jain thought for himself, he moved without clearly arranging his position.
He didn’t act soberly as if he completely attacked the game, and he didn’t completely trust and rely on his new colleagues. In the meantime, somewhere in the middle, he invaded the world.
That was wrong.
‘Still, let me communicate with my people more often. It must have been a habit of living as a solitary general, but one day, that habit could make a big mistake.’
What the prime minister once said was right. Jain thought so. In the end, Jain concluded that his half-hearted attitude was the cause of his failure.
‘At the beginning, it was not normal for a third person, not the main character, to intervene and force the story to proceed.’
Therefore, there was always the possibility that the causal ratio would be disturbed unintentionally.
However, because of such eloquent ego and fear, I handled everything by myself, so I got things wrong.
‘Honestly, if I had confessed everything to them and asked for their cooperation, I would not have succeeded.’
I thought that was the reason the door didn’t open. Because he acted arbitrarily by himself, the causal ratio was disturbed, and the conditions were ruined.
Because, at the end, they all claimed to have kept their promise.
‘At least they weren’t the ones who would lie.’
After I regained my composure, I was able to make a clear decision. I was ashamed and regretful. The anger that was revealed at that time, rather than the anger accumulated at them, was closer to releasing the core accumulated after being possessed irrationally in this world. In other words, it was a rant.
For several tens of minutes, Jain shared his thoughts and the circumstances as frankly as possible. And after he finished speaking, he bowed his head again and offered an apology.
“I’m sorry for continuing to be harsh. We’re going to be leaving this world soon anyway, so I just thought it would be better for each other. I was not mature.”
And, he added.
“I’m especially sorry for Elaine.”
“yes?”
Elaine, who had listened to the story with her ears pricked up, suddenly had a bewildered expression when she heard her name. It wasn’t a disgraceful name, but I couldn’t even remember how many times I had been called by name.
“Are you sorry for me? especially?”
“okay.”
Elaine was staring in her heart and vowed to never forgive dozens of times, but when she received this special treatment, her heart melted like snow. That expression also melted like glutinous rice cakes touched by fire.
“Hmm, is that so? right? Are you very sorry that you insulted me so cute and innocent?”
“okay. I’m sorry that I made predictions just by looking at the outside.”
‘Now is the time to start that operation!’
Elaine showed off her little teeth and smiled proudly, and began to bring out the lines she had prepared in advance.
“Then I will teach you how to be forgiven! Run to the Demon Realm right now and kill all the heirs from 1st to 72nd and take their heads off them! Then I will forgive you!”
“ok? So what are you going to do?”
Elaine said with a more arrogant smile.
“Then, um, I will serve you with all my heart! Just like in the novel!”
Elaine didn’t quite understand the context in which the word service was used. I was embarrassed to say that I would just hug her with big breasts, so I just replaced the word. Elaine was smiling broadly, not even noticing that the heroines around her were blushing.
Jain, who watched Elaine’s face with a hard expression, frowned and asked.
“Do you like me?”