As soon as she opened her eyes, Han Su-Yeong spat out a mouthful of blood.
Only after the black-coloured blood filled up the ground in a rather large quantity did she finally regain her wits. The first thing she saw was the dense forest. It wasn't the location where she'd been fighting against Yu Joong-Hyeok just now.
“I really almost died back there. Yu Joong-Hyeok, you son of a bitch….”
If she hadn't transferred her memories to a dummy Avatar on standby at the very last moment, she'd have died for real.
[You have exhausted today's allotment for the authorisation of 'Memory Transfer'.]
[From now on, the applicable Avatar will act as your true body.]
She'd been expecting something like this to happen.
[Fable, 'Predictive Plagiarism', is hesitantly carrying on with its storytelling.]
Han Su-Yeong got to clearly witness several 'scenes' through this Fable called ⸢Predictive Plagiarism⸥, the one she earned after experiencing that mysterious dream.
Such as, the various futures that would change according to the choices she'd make – Kim Dok-Ja's death, or maybe, even Yu Joong-Hyeok's death. And then, the sole future where both of those terrible choices could be avoided altogether.
[Due to the penalty of 'Memory Transfer', your physical abilities will be weakened significantly.]
“I swear, if either one of them is dead, then I….!”
Han Su-Yeong complained unhappily to herself and tried to sense the waves of magical energy from the surroundings. She still needed to locate the direction where those two were.
Not too long afterwards, her senses picked up on two rather enormous Statuses. She quickly ran in that direction.
Out of all the futures she read, this was the 'only one that worked out fine'. Kim Dok-Ja didn't die, and for the first time ever, those two idiots would get to share a proper conversation.
That's what Han Su-Yeong's [Predictive Plagiarism] had predicted, and that was why she didn't try to dodge Yu Joong-Hyeok's sword at the last second. So, Kim Dok-Ja should definitely be alive.
It was around here that she heard the sound of a sword clashing against something else.
'….Are they still fighting?
These idiots, I even died so that you two could talk to each other, but this….'
She figured that she really needed to give these two men a harsh earful when she arrived there. But, when she pushed past the bushes and stepped forward, the ensuing spectacle freaked her out in a rather grand manner.
Kwaaang!! Bang!!!
Yu Joong-Hyeok was mercilessly slamming his sword down on Kim Dok-Ja, currently sprawled out on the ground.
“Hey!! You crazy son of a bitch!!”
'….I guess it didn't work?'
Yu Joong-Hyeok observed Kim Dok-Ja lying on the ground. On the chest of the unconscious man, the shallow wound left behind by his [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] was clearly visible.
'But, I thought I saw it just now.'
Yu Joong-Hyeok grasped his sword tightly and focused his mind. And almost right away, he sensed the dark aura oozing out from Kim Dok-Ja's body.
That was the 'wall', the identity of the strange 'foreignness' he felt whenever he was looking at Kim Dok-Ja.
'I can see it.'
He could see a jet-black wall, composed of countless texts. He raised his sword high up and powerfully smashed down on that wall again.
Now that a Transcender began pounding on it with serious intent, the wall started shaking around in an unstable manner.
['The 4th Wall' is glaring at you.]
Not caring whether it was glaring or not, Yu Joong-Hyeok continued to pound on that wall.
'Beyond this wall, there might be….'
If it didn't want to open up, then until it did; if it couldn't be broken, then until he broke it down. Again, and again.
But then…
“Hey, you crazy bastard!! Have you lost your mind?!”
Accompanied by a shrill voice, he felt a rather powerful impact in the back of his head. Blood trickled down and blocked his vision. Through all that red, he saw Han Su-Yeong kneeling down next to Kim Dok-Ja.
“Hey, Kim Dok-Ja!! Get a hold of yourself! Wake u…. What the heck? He isn't dead?”
Yu Joong-Hyeok scowled unhappily as he staggered on his feet.
“Han Su-Yeong. Do you really wish to die today?”
“You already killed me once today, you bastard.”
“I knew you wouldn't die from the beginning.”
“Stop lying. My acting was beyond perfect, you know.”
She growled angrily and pointed at her Incarnation Body (which was her real body only until a few minutes ago) still lying on some forgotten corner over yonder.
The Incarnation Body, currently crumbling away, showed the definite signs of bleeding out. An [Avatar] wouldn't have bled anything in the first place.
Yu Joong-Hyeok spoke nonchalantly. “An [Avatar] would bleed like the real body if it was imbued with a certain amount of memories.”
“Oh my? And how did you even find that out?”
“From the record you wrote yourself. Specifically, you from the 1863rd turn, that is.”
Chapter end
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