I Killed the Academy Player

Hwaran(4)

“Ah, daughter. My daughter… finally… finally opened her eyes.”

When I opened my eyes for the first time, what I was angry with was the ‘master’ looking down at me with tears in my eyes.

Why do flamingos stand on one leg? They’d fall over if they lifted both.

Kang You called herself a daughter. called ran. The newborn Jiangshi assumed that it was referring to herself.

“dad?”

He spat out without even knowing the meaning of the words, and just followed the master’s words like a parrot. With that alone, the master was very happy and embraced his anger.

Perhaps it was that moment. Hwa instinctively realized that she had to play Ran.

If ‘dad’ knew that, I thought he would throw himself away right away.

I was afraid of trying to find Ran. Because I inadvertently imagined the future after returning this body.

Fortunately, the memory of the original remains with her.

Even clumsily, she was able to play Ran and take away Ran’s life and family.

“It’s Ran! Are you all better?”

「Oh, is it Ran? Did you come with Dad today?」

Living as Ran was sweet. Geumgeumokyeop of the prestigious Kang family.

The recovery of an unfortunate girl whose face was not even visible due to illness until she turned 14 was the focus of the whole village.

But the anger knew. What they bless and rejoice in is the recovery of Ran, not themselves.

The false life collapsed in the slightest moment.

“You… are not my daughter.”

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“A Jiangshi who can easily defeat a first-class monster!”

The first time I saw blood was in the name of building the seawater that haunted the city.

At the request of the castle lord, ‘Dad’ ordered him to massacre Hae-soo. The brother of ‘Daddy’ who came to ‘cure’ himself next to him.

He stroked his hair and gave a satisfied expression.

“Hwa, well done.”

He also gave it the name Hwa. A blazing greedy gaze entangled the girl’s entire body.

The ‘usefulness’ of oneself discovered for the first time. The neglect of the ‘dad’ who realized that she was not a daughter.

The slaughter begins. The lord of the castle, the royal family, and the masters made demands to Hwaran.

Demons, demons… regardless of humans. As they wish, as they command.

Bicheon Yacha was born that way.

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-Shoot it!

A storm that blows in line with the rainy season.

In the long, tedious pouring rain, there is nothing to do but idly think.

But Hwaran hates having time for contemplation. It is because if you close your eyes for a moment, the events of the day will naturally come to mind.

Come to think of it, it rained like this that day too.

When I opened my eyes, I was on a burnt field.

The smell of sulfur mixed with the stench of corpses… The buildings that were so tall collapsed, and the sky began to pour down rain, as if stimulated by the wall of flames.

The only person alive nearby is himself.

When you start walking aimlessly among fragments of memories that seem to have been severed, what you see are people who have become charcoal.

I didn’t ask why this happened. maybe that’s what you did

“Fire. kiII all humans in the land. There shouldn’t be any living things in that land.”

The last memory left was the command of the ‘master’. My memory is confused. Hwaran stopped thinking more ‘as always’.

After the amulet attached to the chain was burned, old memories kept coming back.

“Fire. Where the hell is my daughter?」

“It’s my body! Give it back!」

“You are not Ran. It’s the monster that stole Ran’s body.”

‘no······.’

This body is my body. That he got rid of the weak original and took it himself. I wanted to say that.

“It’s never yours. Don’t you know?」

okay. I knew it in my heart.

Fire and Ran.

The two are different beings. Besides, one of them isn’t even human.

The essence of fire is a monster. A special being that was breathed into the body of a dying human being. He is an uninvited guest.

A being with two souls. In many similar stories fighting each other for possession, it was suggested that defeat must always be fought.

The evil nature is defeated by the good nature and eventually perishes. Common gwonseonjin-Ag-Ag stories.

Even knowing that ending, Hwaran always looked for similar stories.

Perhaps, if, there is a story in which the evil nature wins.

But every time she finds a story, every time she reads the ending, she doubts and rejects her own existence.

He wondered if his existence as an uninvited guest was truly evil.

“Let’s see. It’s too dark. I don’t want the fire to spread…”

『 ᛊ 』 ─ Sowilo

Runes engraved on the inside of an old tree. It must have been adjusted to the smallest amount of mana, and the light was a little too dark to be called the sun.

However, it illuminates the inside of the old tree just enough. When the brightness inside is satisfied, Corrine looks around the old tree.

“Okay, I found it.”

He seems to have found something! He stole it and gave it to Hwaran.

“Horran. Come on…”

“······what’s this.”

“Beehive. Owl Bear’s nest has a well-preserved beehive.”

Corinne hands over a small honeycomb. Hwaran trembled while being bewildered.

The wooden plaque swallowed by Kang Lun is still tormenting her inside her body. Enough to drop the honeycomb that was accepted.

“Your condition is worse than I thought.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll get well soon.”

Hwaran and Bicheon Yacha are strong.

Compared to Ran, who was just a weak girl, he was strong.

Its only strength was its pride, and it was a rope that could maintain its dignity. How can I admit that it has collapsed now.

If even this is lost, will Hwa be qualified to occupy Ran’s body?

“Pretend to be strong. In times like this, just say thank you.”

Corinne slips the dropped honeycomb behind her and puts her clean beehive in her mouth.

Although he has enough energy to lick the honeycomb in his mouth, Hwaran stares blankly at the opponent while chewing on the honeycomb.

That mysterious, quiet gaze suddenly makes Corinne compare her to two close colleagues.

Putting aside their individual personalities, Marie and Arisha are easy to understand with their facial expressions and gaze.

Each of the two honestly reflects their feelings in their facial expressions.

In comparison, Hwaran’s gaze is so close to nothing that his emotions cannot be read.

The reflection of joy, anger and sorrow is rare.

“What’s your intention…”

A subdued voice comes out with difficulty. But still, emotions are not entangled here.

However, it was Corin who realized that this was a serious question for the girl.

And, noticing that the girl was still trembling…

– Tup!

Take a blanket from your backpack and cover it with it. It was supposed to be camping to some extent, so I brought it in advance.

“No need…”

“Uh huh. Take it when you give it. Or maybe you were naked and hugging me like in a novel. The effect is better that way.”

Anyway, isn’t that a bit much? And he forces Hwaran to choose Lee Ji-seonda.

“·······.”

Hwaran spends the night naked and cuddling with a boy, and quietly covering herself with a blanket.

I hate either way, but I had no choice but to choose the lesser evil.

We do not know the party’s intentions.

Hwaran was embarrassed because he couldn’t read Corinne’s intentions.

Everyone she had met so far wanted something.

lost daughter,

healthy cousins,

A weapon that will slaughter everything.

He could clearly sense that this boy was expecting something from him.

“Do you want anything… from me?”

It wouldn’t be like family. That was only allowed to Ran.

The value of fire is strength as a yaksha. The body of adamantine fire that will crush everything. If that’s the case, that’s understandable.

“Remember what I said last time?”

He said, straightening the disheveled blanket and covering his head.

“When did civilization start?”

“Fuck me if you’re talking riddles.”

Even though he remembers, Hwaran doesn’t answer.

Traces of the ‘person next to’ who helped a person with a broken leg until he was completely cured. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t apply to me.

“It’s nothing special. I just help when it’s hard.”

“That’s the law of human civilization. It has nothing to do with a monster like me.”

“It’s a monster that trembles because it’s cold. That’s really scary.”

“Stop playing with words and tell me what you really mean. What do you want from me?”

The gaze sent with silence contained even the intent to kill.

With burning ruby eyes, lies do not work. There is no way there is nothing to wish for. There is nothing more scheming than a human who helps a monster with good intentions.

Looking at that gaze, the emotion Corinne harbors is pity rather than fear.

Hwaran’s voice was cold and self-denying.

He was convinced that he was a monster who could not be loved.

Because I know the inside story and background of a girl named Hwaran in Bicheon Yacha.

Would her life have been a little more convenient if she had been a monster who took the bodies of others and brazenly shouted the law of the jungle?

Hey. do you know that snakes are bald?

Not like that.

Fire was not such a horse.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

The union of the two souls within Corinth Locke. Hwaran, who saw through it, said to Corinne, who was in a similar situation to her.

“You said I wasn’t the owner of this body. I’m just a thief and usurper. I don’t have any rights.”

The harsh criticism can be easily inferred by considering the child’s agony. That the target of this criticism is not Corinne Locke, but herself.

“My answer is no different than back then.”

There is no sin in being born.

I know the answer. However, Hwaran was caught off guard by one thing.

That it was not a flattering word to flatter himself, but a serious answer to his own question. I recognized it with a hard and strong gaze.

“Irresponsible.”

“huh?”

“It’s irresponsible. How dangerous it is to try to unleash a monster with such vague words. Both Josephine and the chairman know.”

Rarely, the girl’s words become longer. As if complaining to the world, as if letting go of resentment, he cast a critical gaze at the boy.

“Your slick words make a monster no longer a monster? Does the world change a bit?”

“It’s definitely something I’m trying to save the world… but that’s secondary.”

“what?”

“I just don’t look at what’s in front of me. People who are in a certain misfortune. I’m the only player to them.”

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“······What are you talking about.”

“If I try a little more, I will live, and if I give up, I will die.

-I’m a romantic.

“More than anything. The only person in front of you right now is me. Then I have to do it. I’ll help you. I’ll carry you on your back until your broken leg heals and I’ll feed you some food.”

I can’t understand what he is saying with a grin. However, I could feel that sincerity, and it made my heart ache.

“you you······.”

Although overwhelmed with a sense of duty to say something, Hwaran did not know what to say.

To the point where she didn’t even know what kind of expression she was making, she couldn’t understand the boy in front of her or the situation.

Perhaps you will never know. how stupid you look

“I’m scared.”

So, what I am going to say from now on is anger, which is the true intention that the person himself unintentionally spilled.

Most things in the world are insensitive, the world’s strongest three-year-old is afraid of the only thing.

It is the moment when you have to give back something that was not originally yours.

“This… this body doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to Ran. It doesn’t belong to Hwa. It wasn’t from the beginning. That’s why everyone says I have to give it back.”

A family that loves Ran.

Enemies who hate anger.

The main characters of many two souls in the story.

The soul of a monster that dwells in a sick child. You won’t even have to say who the trespasser is.

“I have to give it back. I know. But if I give it back… what will happen to me?”

Only the ‘master’ said that it was not necessary.

Will this boy do the same? that you can live Shall I tell you that it’s okay to occupy this body? Wouldn’t it be because you said you would help me?

“Answer me. Do I have to give it back?”

“I have to give it back.”

Eyes wide open quickly subside.

A very honest, reflective answer. Because he gave back what he believed in without hesitation.

It’s unpleasant, but it’s understandable. Because it is the answer itself.

In the end, you, too, choose Ran.

However, I felt like I had lost my only ally, and my heart felt tight.

“Yes, you too…”

“Don’t think it’s over with giving back. Certainly, something may not be resolved right away. But unexpectedly, it might end smoothly. It’s not too late to watch the results after choosing.”

“What is that…”

“Hulk… No, remember the story of Smart Green Man?

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“In the first place, there is a part where you were too scared. It seems like Ran will take over your body, so this is unconditionally mine!”

Of course I’d be scared too. Because fire and lan are different. Still, I have no choice but to hold your hand and beg you to be patient. The owner of the house, I’ll pay the deposit and rent, so it’s okay if we live together in the same house?

gibberish. sophistry. It’s a comfortable word to hear. There’s no way this relationship would be acknowledged with such lofty words.

“Conversation… is between people. You too… know my essence.”

“Is it important?”

“what?”

“It’s our choices and our actions that define us. Nature doesn’t really matter.”

It doesn’t matter that much that your essence is a monster. What you choose is important.

“There are many humans who do worse things than monsters. There are villains who slaughter people behind the scenes while playing heroes. The important thing is the choice. Always.”

He must have been able to say it because he had been greatly burned.

A boy who believed he was a hero with Hwaran. Given the two, Corinne Locke would call the boy who played the hero a ‘monster’ without hesitation.

“You haven’t chosen anything yet. Until then, I’ll help you.”

I wanted to shout that the boy’s words were wrong.

It’s all his delusions.

The ignorant goodness that reaches out to a wounded monster who happens to be in pity.

I can’t yield to Ran.

dictated from the very beginning. I was afraid of the ending that I would face if I retreated even a little. Though I thought so, I couldn’t honestly tell the boy.

If I did, even the only hand I had extended would disappear.

······My chest hurts.

Hwaran could neither hold his hand nor shake it off.