"Ha"
I laughed dejectedly at the new main quest window and shouted curse. "Don't fuck me. Why would I! Why should I do this damn quest?"
Why was I still wandering in the game when the hard mode was over?
The failure to escape made me give up to some extent. Otherwise, I thought I would go crazy. Even if I couldn't get out of here, all I wanted was just to stop the cause of my fear of death. I didn't want to suffer from the fear of being killed by the game anymore.
So I wanted to get out of the cycling of the story.
"Whether the world is destroyed or not, what does it have to do with me? Just give it Yvonne or somebody else, cause I don't need it at all!"
Suddenly, a strange thing happened.
As if they understood what I was saying, new white letters floated under the quest window.
But the system's answer didn't comfort me at all. "So, why should I save other people's lives?"
I shuddered all over and shouted out cursing to cruel fate.
"I'm already dead. I've been dragged to this fucking place, and I've been through a lot, and now I've got nowhere to go. Why would I!"
The frustrations and despair that I have been struggling with it have been bursting out.
Even if it wasn't because of Yvonne's brainwashing, I guessed about it from the time I saw myself asleep in my dream after drinking poison.
'Maybe my real body is already dead.'
So I was already dead and gone in real life, and this was all an illusion. Or, being brought to this hell and being punished.
Otherwise, Penelope and my situation would be similar. Isn't it so painful?
'But if this is the real hell, what did I do so wrong? Is it such a big sin to play games all night long?' Feeling so unfair, I was fed up to the edge of my neck.
I thought I'd cry unseemly at this rate, so I bit my teeth to make my chin closed.
It was then. Suddenly, the white letters in the square window slowly disappeared and a video replaced it.
"Ah."
I heard a familiar voice.
And I stopped breathing unawares. "Ugh"
The inside of the screen was a hospital room.
I could see myself asleep on the bed wearing an oxygen respirator. "Ah."
Again, a familiar voice was heard. I turned my head.
And next to the bed where I was lying, I found the guy holding my hand tightly and lowering his head, and opened his eyes wide.
"How long will you stay asleep like this, idiot." It was the second son of a bitch.
"We're all wrong. I'll beg you for forgiveness. Please open your eyes, huh?"
He begged earnestly, with his forehead buried in my hand.
I didn't understand the scene in front of me and I couldn't believe it. Then, click- Someone opened the door and entered the hospital room. "Brother."
It was the first son of a bitch. The second one raised his head and asked. "Our father."
"He left for the United States in a hurry this morning. There's a doctor there who's done multiple surgeries to remove a tumor from a patient in a coma. He may soon be moving on."
After saying that, the first one shut up.
There was silence in the hospital room for a while. After a while, the second one quietly opened his mouth. "BrotherI guess our sister hates us a lot."
He still did not let go of my hand.
"Ha, fuck. The youngest daughter of a prestigious familyis in a coma caused by overwork which leads
to stomach cancer."
He mumbled, ruffled his hair wildly with the other hand that had not held my hand. 'Hastomach, stomach cancer?!'
I was dumbfounded at the reason he told him while I was lying. Meanwhile, the second son spoke with a distressed voice.
"I regret it. Why did I do such a stupid thing in school?"
"You, me, and our father. I guess it was because we couldn't learn." The first son replied briefly. It was an honest answer.
"Nobody told me that she would do it, but I should have known when she went to college alone." "I knew she'd ask our father to send her to study abroadOr archeology. That's what all kids do."
The second son laughed at the first son's words.
"Did you see our father's face when she asked for independence? She has been preparing to study abroad as a gift for her school entrance exam, and she was so relieved to see his face."
But the sarcasm was brief. There was a deathly silence in the hospital room again. "…BrotherI think it's all because of me that she had cancer."
"…………."
"I thought she would eat with us after some time if I didn't let her eat like a rat at night."
"Then I did the same."
The first son answered right back.
"I thought she'd be back home soon if I gave her a beggar-like room, how could I have known she'd run three rounds of part-time jobs like that?"
However, they probably didn't know anything about me.
How desperate I lived so I wouldn't go back to that house, and not to open my heart to my goddamn father.
"…I'd like to take away her stomach cancer if I could."
Again, the second son of a bitch with his forehead on my hand whispered his regret. At a dark, gloomy voice, the anger suddenly rose.
'The abominable one.'
It was as soon as I had just opened my mouth to spit out a curse. The screen has changed.
"….Please, save her… please!"
I could see my biological father. He said that he had departed for the United States, and begged for help from a western doctor.
After the incredible drops of water fell from his bloodshot eyes, the screen slowly disappeared. And.
Seeing the square window, I remembered the reason why I came all the way here. "I have… stomach cancer?"
I felt still dazed, so I stuttered.
While working part-time and living with school life, I thought I'd die of overwork, but I never knew I'd get cancer.
Suddenly, I remembered the terrible scene Yvonne showed me while brainwashing.
The family members who, after I died, frowned annoyingly and irritably at the funeral parlor, swore at my portrait.
But the mirror of truth showed me that I was not dead. I believed I was dead, but I was still alive. There was no family member annoyed by my death.
It was all brainwashing. "Why now…"
Suddenly, the hot things dripped down on my chin. Only then did I realize that I was crying. "Why do you come now, why come now!"
I screamed like I was in agony, staring at an image of the mirror that was already gone. "It's all because of you! I'm here because of you! I!"
After all, what did I live so hard for?
The unbearable despondency has hit me like a tsunami.
However, at the same time, I felt hopelessly miserable, not helping my family who didn't annoy me in a coma.
It was at that moment.
[Who is the real villain?] Would you like to proceed with the quest? (Reward: [Hidden Ending], [Golden Dragon's fang])
[Accept / Reject]
The disappeared quest window came up again.
Now I knew. The reward for the system was none other than returning to my original world. I was fed up with the quest window that came up, but I had no choice but to choose.
I cried and pressed [Accept] with a fit of anger. Then a new system window came before the eyes.
Would you like to be rewarded? [Yes/No]
'The mirror wand?'
When I pressed [Yes.], something came out of the black space. "Crazy, what is this?"
When I saw the reward, I frowned.
It was a magic wand with a mirror handle, with a length as long as a rod.
The writing changed when I caught it, which was humming and shining as if it has found the true home.
Then new writing was added.
-Dear Descendants¸ you have been able to maintain the mirror of truth with your efforts until now¸ thank you!
"Crazy!"
The black space began to crumble before I could even give out the curse. And an explosive light poured out through the gap.
The bright light flashed before my eyes again. "Princess-!"
When I opened my eyes again. Someone pulled my body rough. Hururung, Hwaang-!
At the same time, an unknown huge roar rang out. "Ugh"
When I came to my senses with a low groan, I saw the Crown Prince, who had dragged me along and rolled on the floor.
I turned my head hard and checked where I was just standing. The old, broken [Mirror of Truth] was literally crushed to dust.
"Are you okay? Are you injured?"
Just before the mirror collapsed, the Crown Prince, who managed to rescue me, jumped up and looked at my body.
"As soon as you touched the mirror, you suddenly had a strong barrier around it, so I couldn't reach you. What the hell happened in there? What else is in your hand?"
"Your Highness."
"Shit, what is it? Why are you crying?"
I saw myself crying with the red eyes holding a strange magic wand. I couldn't believe what I just saw.
And because the mirror wand in my hand was so childish and cheesy, I cried.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Princess? Don't cry. Have I done everything wrong, huh?" Callisto looked at me and didn't know what to do, but soon he hugged me.
