114 – Episode 114 Nightmare. (0)
When you come to your senses. I was standing in a very familiar place.
Even though I buried it in the corner of my memory because I didn’t want to recall it, it’s a scenery I couldn’t easily forget.
And in front of my eyes stood the person I once missed so much, the person I hated so much, the person I resented so much but couldn’t let go of.
“What does our sky want to eat?”
The sky.
It’s not like I haven’t heard it for a long time, but it was my original name that was unfamiliar to me.
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Did my parents say that it was created with the intention of becoming a person as wide as the sky and able to embrace people?
She The sight of her was so shocking that I felt disgusted and vomited.
But far from gagging her mouth, her mouth poured out her words at her with her smile.
“I like everything my mom makes.”
It was hard to think of what a four-year-old kid would say, but I was that kind of kid.
I also said it because I knew very well that there were no options in the first place.
Stir-fry kimchi in pork fat obtained at a cheap price from a butcher shop, and boil bean sprouts bought whole at the market and sprinkle with soy sauce.
This was the best expensive and quality meal my family could have.
Nevertheless, there were no complaints.
In the first place, dissatisfaction came from comparison, and I, who didn’t know the outside and had a small single room and my mother was everything in the world, I think I was happy enough with just that.
What is this?
Who is going to show me the troublesome things I have kept in the corner of my memory?
My father was a man who did not know what he was doing, but he often came in drunk.
My mother was clumsy at many things. Looking back now, she probably remembers that she was very young to be a mother.
“We love the sky.”
“Me too.”
Be like the sky. That’s the name I was given, but at that time I knew vaguely that it was impossible.
My father would bring an old book as a gift from outside soon.
Perhaps he picked up something that was a little bit fine among the things that were abandoned somewhere.
That’s why I was able to gain limited knowledge.
By the time I learned all the letters, I had a rough understanding.
Ah, we’re not a very normal family, are we?
Sometimes a drunk father hits me with a key lock or a broken remote control, and a tired mother laughs, saying that she has energy thanks to the sky, and then bursts into tears again. It seems that it was.
It didn’t matter anyway.
Sometimes she cries and hits me, but I liked her mother.
I liked my father who shouted that if you read books while drunk, you can become a great person.
Violence is the punishment I receive for my mistakes, and it is a problem that can be solved if I try harder.
As they say, you can become a big person. Maybe that’s what I thought when I was younger.
The scenery I drew so much in the past, but now, when I look at it again, I feel calm.
It was a scene too old to be sad now, and it was also a hazy memory because I recalled it too much.
There are various forms of human misfortune.
However, at best, the final destination of a child’s unhappiness is all similar in the end.
Is it because of a sense of guilt, or did he really intend to do it in the first place? It may be a safety device in case you regret it.
On that day, I celebrated my 5th birthday and experienced the outdoors for the first time.
I also ate ice cream.
She remembers her mother laughing as she wiped her cheek, but her hand trembled and she told her to hold on tight and not tremble.
Her expression twisted.
My father didn’t come out, but he thought it would be nice to come with him.
Time passed, and the days were about to get chilly.
I was anxious.
That day, I felt a strange uneasiness that exceeded my interest in going outside for the first time.
Adults don’t know that well, but children can easily feel small changes and know that their mother’s attitude has changed faster than anyone else.
She was my god and my only value.
“Our sky. Do you want another ice cream?”
“…No.”
So, that refusal might have been the only minor resistance that I was able to do on the day I realized what was going to happen.
“Um, what should I do? Mom has to go somewhere for a while.”
…At this time? Believe that?
But I believed. My god had no reason to lie to me.
“Wait a little, a little bit?”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to go buy something for a while. You have to wait while buying ice cream with this. No where to go promise.”
Why did you do that? Did you know that I would follow you and cling to you tenaciously?
Would your determination waver when you saw me?
“Yes, will you be back soon?”
“A little, yes, it may take a little longer. Do I still have to wait here?”
I’d rather shake it off with a troublesome face.
I took the money and didn’t go get the ice cream even though her mother was out of sight.
I thought that would be the end if I went shopping. I was anxiously watching her disappearing back.
My family is poor.
There’s no way I can eat something like this often.
So when my mother buys her stuff and comes back, she can eat with me. Not to melt. Let’s hold her hand again and go shopping together.
I wonder if my father will like it too.
Perhaps he would praise me for not spending money sparingly.
No, no.
I found out.
Maybe it’s because it surprisingly resembles the scene of a bad parent abandoning a child in a book I’ve read countless times.
You’ve been abandoned. All the remorse she needed to cut me off was this one bill.
This is the last connection between me and her.
I thought so.
Then you will find a way to live. I stupidly continued to stand there.
Maybe it will come back.
You told me you loved me, so you won’t regret it.
If I wasn’t here when I came back, wouldn’t I really lose my affection?
“I hope you come soon.”
When the sun disappears completely and the moon rises, the temperature will not be enough for children to withstand with thin clothes.
People’s eyes gathered.
“Are you okay?”
Who was it? I don’t remember, but there was an adult who said that.
“Yes, I’m waiting for mom.”
Your expression got serious.
It seemed that he had been watching me for a long time, and it was unnecessary kindness.
He called the police and I denied it.
However, there was nothing the child could do, and I was taken to the hospital and treated.
And then I secretly escaped the hospital in the middle of the night and went back there.
No, I tried to find it.
But the road was too complicated for a child to remember.
In the end, I sat down in front of the hospital. Tears came out. For the first time in my life, I cried out loud.
It seemed like the world was over.
In the end, the police took me there again, saying that maybe my mother was looking for me, and I quickly ran away.
Because when time passes and they think it’s hopeless, they’ll take me back.
Well, it wasn’t a very meaningful rebellion, and I was quickly recaptured and soon became an orphan.
An orphanage is more territorial than you think.
Children who grow up in isolation want to test what kind of guy the new kid is, and if they don’t respond to the test, they have their own punishment.
At the time, I didn’t admit that I was an orphan, and they tried to beat me.
And when I rebelled, they tried to take the banknotes my mother gave me, so I resisted and fought even harder.
Every day of life in the orphanage was hellish and damning.
The thing that saved me was…
“Do you like reading books?”
It was a girl who came to me who always read books by herself.
“I like to write stories! You read this!”
But at first I had a strange dislike for the cheerful boy, even though he was an orphan.
“I hate it. Ugly.”
Tsk.
“Fuck, you should do it in moderation.”
Kudeuk.
The stale water in my heart fluctuates in response to my emotions and cracks the world created based on my memories.
My heart felt like it would burst at the cost of using powers that didn’t belong to me, but it was better than seeing this idiot over and over again.
As the sensation gradually returned to the body following the pain sensation, it became more certain.
I don’t know what method the guy who showed me this memory used, but in the end, if it’s according to the laws of this world, I won’t be able to resist this mess.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve gotten over these fucking memories a long time ago.”
My mother wasn’t the only god.
The family disappeared, but they also made precious connections.
I also learned that if you lose something, you gain something, and if you gain something, you have to experience separation again.
This was no longer a nightmare for me.
The moment I moved my body, the world stopped and cracked like a photograph.
Now that you’ve regained your freedom, it’s time to find out what caused you to see this.
So, it must have been a ballroom?
Looking at the stopped world, it was clear that he was caught up in some terrible incident.
At first, the artifact seemed to be usable.
-The devil’s touch is concerned about your safety.
-The will of the saint asks her regards, saying she was more worried.
“Fortunately, that is.”
*
And there were people who noticed his change.
As they are the culprits of this incident, they are very sensitive to dreams, so they are the only ones in the huge and vast world of dreams.
I was able to notice the boy who had regained consciousness in some way.
“…Huh? One got out.”
“What? What are you talking about? Did one get out?”
“Everyone is in a dream and must be awake, but how do you wake up?”
“I don’t know! I need to send the kids to deal with it quickly! If the queen finds out, it’ll be a big deal!”
This operation was also a matter of life and death for the entire race, and since he requested that it be essential for further development, even the smallest irregulars should not be missed.
“If we don’t catch this, we will all get scolded…!”
Of course, it wouldn’t end with simply being scolded, but that was about what the low-level dreamer could say with his head that couldn’t work in a situation where he lacked stamina.
*
“…So, this is a space created by mixing vast demons and human desires, and the reason why I was able to maintain my sanity is because you two resisted?”
-The saint’s will is indignant, but he replies yes.
-The devil’s touch claims that it would have been difficult alone.
Surely, the will of the saint maintains his spirit by strengthening his mental strength and strengthening his resistance, and the demon’s touch to make him hypnotic is blocked.
Thanks to those two, it also means that it’s something of a high level that can’t be destroyed with an incomplete Hwa-An-Geum-Jeong.
“…Then is this like a spirit world?”
-Maybe something similar.
“Uh, what is it? Were you there?”
-Oh, yes. It’s embarrassing, but I also suffered from nightmares, so I came to see some dark history for the first time in a while.
…A nightmare.
It is probably not a coincidence that I and Son Goku fell into a dream.
Perhaps the perpetrators of the recent kidnapping were succubi.
The size comes out roughly.
I don’t know what they did, but it seemed that a somewhat powerful succubus had created a huge dream world.
It must have been aimed at the moment when a large group of people gathered and concentrated their consciousness at the same time.
Through the perfect timing of the first dance at the ball, people are trapped in their dreams.
The purpose is probably to extract the spirit from this dream and do something, and at least it won’t have a very positive effect on humanity.
“It hits the goal.”
To be honest, it’s not an incident that happened in the original story, so I’m not sure what to do.
Is there anyone else awake besides me…?
Should I aim to move on to someone else’s dream?
But how do you do it?
The reason I broke my dream earlier was because I thought I was just angry, so Gujeongmul took care of it.
Shall I ask you a favor?
“Hey, can you make me go into someone else’s dream?”
Yeah, to be honest, he’s too omnipotent. You shouldn’t try to eat me like this.
Crackle.
Huh?
By the way.
Surprisingly, the world that had been broken for a moment was further broken and a space that looked like a door began to open.
And the dirty water wriggled proudly(?).
…Uh, that works? Okay. I believed then.
-…What the hell is that in your heart? The last time I tried to interfere with magic, he didn’t even move.
“Um, what. That’s great. Actually, I don’t understand exactly either. Maybe if I try to express it in the least restrictive words…”
No matter what I tried to call it, he refused and rebelled, but at least he stopped resisting as if he was going to allow the one word most similar to it.
“I guess it’s called power.”
Part of the authority of the Creator who created this world.
The power that interfered with the world that attacked Professor Cathy that day. Part of the Creator’s power was the identity of the stale water that occupied my heart.
-I can’t hear you because your pronunciation is muffled.
Ah, that’s no good. I did it because I didn’t know because it was in a dream.
You can talk, but you can’t hear.
“Anyway, there is such a thing. I’ll talk later, and I’ll wake up the others first.”
First, let’s go wake up some more people.