#065
Seojun’s mind reeled as the pieces fell into place. April, the seemingly innocent boy, had been the murderous scarecrow all along - that evil spirit in disguise! The realization hit him like a freight train, leaving him utterly floored.
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#071
“Deserves to crumble...”
“The blame doesn’t lie with the person who buckled under the crushing pressure, but with those who foolishly dumped that weight on someone so unsuited for it. If a sage flees from the overwhelming burden of an entire village, is the chaos that follows really his fault? No, of course not!
#064
The endless sky stretched overhead, a brilliant azure canvas without a single cloud in sight. The relentless sun beat down mercilessly, and Seojun could feel the sweltering heat scorching the soles of his feet ever since he stepped into the cornfield. Suddenly, the air shifted at the sound of the girl’s words, transforming from a suffocating furnace to an icy chill that pierced his skin.
#070
“I have [Retrograde]. I was hiding it because you seemed afraid of me, but...”
Fabio’s jaw dropped in shock.
Then he suddenly smacked his forehead and let out a scream-like groan.
“Aaargh! F*ck!”
“Fabio?”
“Retrograde! You had Retrograde all along! No wonder you were so calm!”
“Fabio, right now...”
“I knew I wasn’t going crazy! F*ck! I almost fell for your gaslighting!”
“Time is...”
“Wow, you crazy bastard!”
“...You think I’m crazy?”
“Of course you’re crazy! F*ck! Getting stabbed but enduring the pain just to get more information instead of turning back time - if that’s not crazy, then what is? Doesn’t it hurt like hell? Is it really worth suffering through this?”
#063
The pitchfork’s blades glinted ominously in the harsh sunlight, held high as if to challenge the heavens. Seojun’s brow furrowed as a voice, dripping with disdain, whispered into his ears. “You’re not planning on dying that easily, are you?” The voice, though strange, was familiar - it was his own. A surge of injustice coursed through his veins.
#069
Athanas couldn’t understand it.
Even if the world were to crumble around him, he claimed he would do nothing.
Of course, those words could have been a mere ruse, said to dissuade Athanas, possessor of [Retrograde], from taking action.
#062
The ravenous memories of the Laurens gnawed at Seojun’s mind like starving phantoms, filling him with revulsion that tightened his throat. His hand lashed out instinctively, sending the corn husks scattering across the dirt floor in a frantic flurry.
#061
April brushed off a large rock and sat down, his voice filled with excitement as he began to tell the chilling tale of the murderous scarecrow.
“The legend of the murderous scarecrow has been whispered in our village for generations.”
#068
A blinding halo, so radiant it sent shivers down the spine, illuminated the blond young man from behind. Though appearances often deceive, this halo remained unchangeable, a beacon of truth that could not be denied.
#060
As Seojun’s eye fell on the falling white corn, he couldn’t tell if the liquid that soaked it was blood or the melted, liquefied remains of rotten flesh. One thing, however, was certain: the Laurens were no longer among the living. A lump rose in his throat, and he swallowed hard, the sound too loud in the creepy silence.