Stories (3)

As a very promising incarnation with 3 stories, even though he couldn't become a constellation because he had a sponsor, Cale was invited to the constellations' banquet.

However, since some constellations wanted to see his real appearance, they didn't allow him to disguise himself and he had to come as Cale instead of 'Bob'.

Cale didn't think it was a problem and was guided to the incarnation waiting room.

Then, the door opened and he saw an unexpected figure.

"…"

Yoo Jonghyuk's eyes widened.

Cale took back his words, coming with his real appearance was indeed a problem, even more so with the speech he gave to Yoo Jonghyuk in the first scenario about why he didn't want to be saved.

"You."

He would have liked to know that Yoo Jonghyuk was here beforehand, then he would have refused to come.

"How are you alive?"

Cale decided to imitate Xin Jian in this type of situation and waved his hand shamelessly.

"Hello, nice to see you again."

Xin Jian: The way you put it sounds like I end up in these kinds of situations often.

The Oldest Dream: Isn't that right?

Xin Jian: …

Xin Jian: …How did you know?

The other incarnations present then introduced themselves, making Yoo Jonghyuk unable to question Cale further.

After Yoo Jonghyuk nearly made a hole in Cale's head with his glare alone and Cale spent the entire banquet avoiding him, the event soon ended.

When he left, Cale heaved a sigh of relief and decided to change his disguise. His previous group of followers was a bit overwhelming and had begun to resemble a cult anyway, it was better to gather people with another identity to gather even more people before assembling the two groups.

Cale internally nodded at his plan.

***

When Zhou Mingrui resurrected, his connection with the gray fog that was previously suppressed by Xin Jian was deepened and he recovered his memories of the previous rounds.

Zhou Mingrui held his head.

["Who are you?"]

The words repeated in each round came to mind.

At the same time, his gaze crossed Sharron's sitting on the side.

The beautiful woman was expressionless and didn't make any comment even as she saw him resurrect.

Zhou Mingrui felt bitter.

Should he make her recite his honorific name to recover her memories of the previous rounds?

However, they weren't close enough that she would accept to put her life in danger by reciting the honorific name of an unknown existence, everyone in the Beyonder world knew how dangerous it was to do so.

But at the same time…

Did he really want her to recover his memories of the previous rounds when they only contained endless suspicions about him and unanswered questions for Sharron?

Wouldn't that make the distance between them increase because of their last conflict?

Zhou Mingrui selfishly didn't want Sharron to recover her memories. However, she also had the right to know what happened.

The Lord of Mysteries didn't know what to do.

***

After leaving the constellation banquet, Yoo Jonghyuk, who had reunited with his companions and was previously chasing Cale, wasn't satisfied because it had been too long since the last time he had cut off someone's head and came upon Zhou Mingrui and Sharron at that moment.

Zhou Mingrui looked at Yoo Jonghyuk's hand move to the handle of his sword and wondered once again what he had ever done to him.

Even with all of his memories back, the Lord of Mysteries still didn't know why the regressor was acting this way.

It was time to do a divination.

Speaking of divination, maybe it was only revenge for speaking bullshit in his first round by telling Yoo Jonghyuk the results of his divinations. Mystery solved.

Zhou Mingrui thought that if it was truly the case then Yoo Jonghyuk held grudges for a long time.

Yoo Jonghyuk was glaring at him when his sister tugged on his clothes. The regressor glanced at Zhou Mingrui a last time before moving away to talk to his sister.

Seizing the opportunity when her master wasn't there, Lee Jihye asked:

"Why does Master want to kill you?"

Zhou Mingrui, who was wondering the same thing until a few seconds ago, shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands.

"Yoo Jonghyuk has very strong feelings toward me."

Strong feelings -> grudge/murderous intent.

Lee Jihye covered her mouth.

Trying to get back at Yoo Jonghyuk for making him suffer all this time, Zhou Mingrui continued.

"He is always chasing me around and doesn't understand that it isn't the right way to deal with such feelings, he should use words instead."

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is speechless.]

Xin Jian also decided to participate in the misunderstanding.

[The constellation 'The World Needs Justice' adds that these feelings even transcend time.]

After all, the regressor tried to kill Klein in each round.

Her eyes shining, Lee Jihye nodded solemnly.

"I understand."

Zhou Mingrui's lips twitched.

The misunderstanding had been successfully creat-

Wait, what was the name of the previous constellation again?

Zhou Mingrui raised his head, his spirituality warning him.

Xin Jian, who recalled that her modifier hadn't changed back: Oh. Oops…

An insight as to why Fors suddenly asked to write stories about the World presented itself to Zhou Mingrui.

Meanwhile, Cale began gathering followers.

The injured person looked up at the one who saved them. It was a man with crimson hair and a white mask.

"Who are you?"

The savior replied:

"I am the White Star."

(Cale's White Star phase has begun.)

Cale readjusted the mask he had put on to conceal his identity from Yoo Jonghyuk.

How did that guy fight while wearing this? That mask was blocking more than half of his field of vision.

In this area, his dead enemy was worthy of respect.

No, it was stupid. Why did the White Star even wear a mask to begin with?

With the coins he earned, Cale bought some elixirs from Murim in the dokkaebi bag and drank them to strengthen his Ancient Powers even more.

***

In Dark Castle, Cale smiled.

With a white mask, he headed to the area where he had previously encountered a hunter and overpowered her. This time, she wasn't able to escape and was completely defeated by Cale.

Lying on the floor, the hunter coughed out blood and looked at the smiling crimson-haired man.

"You-you… You aren't the White Star…"

Cale's cold gaze met the shaking eyes of the injured hunter and crushed her head with his foot.

It was a calculating gaze, as if the scene in front of him was only a daily routine for him, as if that man could see right through her. Looking at the crimson-haired man, she couldn't help but wonder: who was this person?

However, one thing was clear. Even though that man wasn't the White Star, he might be even more terrifying than the White Star.

"P-please, Spare m-"

Cale raised an eyebrow.

Knowing that her life and death were in that man's hands, the hunter replied.

"I-I'll do anything! Do you want money? Or power? I-"

"Give me information on the hunters."

"But…"

The pressure emanating from the crimson-haired masked man increased, making the hunter gulp.

[The constellation 'The World Needs Justice' erases all spells restraining the hunter from spilling out information.]

Sparks of probability appeared in the air at this message, as if to prove that these words were true.

She was then forced to tell him the information she knew and Cale even learnt clues to the location of the head of a hunter family's hideout.

Seeing Cale's devilish smile, the hunter had chills.

"That's all I know. Now, you'll let me go, right?"

At the hunter's hopeful tone, Cale stopped smiling and the temperature seemed to drop in an instant.

"Why should I?"

Bolts of lightning began to appear one by one in the air.

Her eyes widened.

"But, I told you all I know…!"

Cale looked down at the hunter and questioned her.

"Are you scared?"

These hunters who killed his whole family in cold blood, who murdered his children and assassinated so many people to accumulate karma were actually scared of death?

Cale was angry.

The hunter stayed silent, but the answer was obvious from her facial expressions.

The atmosphere became even colder.

"Why are you afraid? Is it because you're about to die?" Cale inquired.

She shuddered.

Then, an even more vicious smile appeared on the crimson-haired man's face.

"Then you should have thought of that earlier before killing others."

She should have been prepared to die from the moment she began attacking innocents.

The hunter was bewildered, not understanding these words that seemingly came out of the blue. Ignoring her reaction, the crimson-haired individual took off his mask.

The hunter's eyes widened in recognition.

"You are…"

However, she was unable to finish her words. A rain of lightning washed over her as Cale Henituse left behind a last sentence.

"Nobody can hurt my family."

Cale was now one step closer to his revenge.

[The constellation 'The World Needs Justice' says you were so cool!]

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' agrees.]

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' scoffs.]

[The constellation 'The World Needs Justice' says that constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is just jealous.]

The Oldest Dream choked.

***

Zhou Mingrui was unable to make a decision.

He didn't know if he should make Sharron recite his honorific name to let her regain her memories or continue as they were doing. In the end, he simply decided to push this dilemma aside.

After all, even if he could make her recite his honorific name, he didn't need to do it now, right? It's not like it would change anything if he waited a bit to give Sharron her memories back.

At least, that's what he thought.

Zhou Mingrui wanted them to remain on friendly terms. He didn't want a wall to appear between the two of them because Sharron remembered her suspicions.

However, he soon discovered that it actually wouldn't have changed anything.

Zhou Mingrui turned toward Sharron.

Even though he had done his best to appear low-key.

Even though he hadn't killed Yamata no Orochi in Peace Land and didn't fight an Outer God in Dark Castle.

Sharron looked back at him.

"Who are you?"

The same situation happened once again.

She was also suspicious of him in this round, even though he had retained his memories and tried his best to change it.

It was as if it was fated to happen.