First experience
Experience is a valuable a.s.set. It’s something that no one else can take away and serves as a foundation for making right decisions.
-a wise man does not know.
Everyone regrets. Even though living without any regrets is considered living life to the fullest, people still make mistakes.
There are no specific reasons. As we live on, watching time pa.s.s by, we begin to see the errors we’ve made in the past. In the face of commonly known fact, that everyone regrets, I, too, have made mistakes I wish I had not.
Why wouldn’t I.
I’m also just a human who’s p.r.o.ne to trouble.
So, right now, I’m terribly concerned.
How could I have ended up in this situation?
“could this….be a dream?”
Yeah…I definitely remember going to bed late last night after playing the game. Before that, just like any other day, I cooked up some ramen to devour it all.
Isn’t that right? my beloved memory.
Last thing I recall is going to bed at 2 am after letting my food digest a bit. Yeah, that’s it, but where the h.e.l.l is this place?
I was standing in a total-white s.p.a.ce.
The ground was completely white, and so was the ceiling. Even the walls were the same. All of it. It’s hard to believe I was laying down in a place like that not too long ago.
I am not sure if there was light coming off the walls, but it was a strange s.p.a.ce that was neither too dark nor too bright.
Don’t tell me I was kidnapped by some aliens for their experiment?
Squeeze. I pinched my cheeks only to find a sharp pain flooding in before I removed my hand.
“G.o.d d.a.m.n that hurt….”
So, this isn’t a dream? Did I really get kidnapped by the aliens? Is that what’s going on? I frantically looked around.
Is it about 20 meters to the ceiling… no. is it higher? I can’t tell how high it is. To find out, I slowly started moving my steps towards the wall.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Was that enough? I realized something then.
“I don’t think I’m getting any closer….” What’s going on? No…was I really kidnapped? But I was sleeping so well before I ended up here? how is all this happening?
I came to a brief stop only to collect my breath by using techniques I learned through ‘martial arts.’ And, within the Chinese martial arts, ‘breathing’ techniques were held with a high regard, as it was believed to control one’s body.
Of course, I couldn’t learn enough to control my body because my father’s business went under and we had to move to a small apartment when I was only 8 years old, which forced me to stop learning martial arts all together.
But somewhat I learned did help in situations like this.
It calmed my nerves to prevent any anxiety attacks and helped me gain focus.
Slap.
I tapped my two cheeks lightly. Then, I closed my eyes and reopened them to check the surroundings.
Okay, where the h.e.l.l am I?
“is anybody thereeeeeee!”
I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping for someone to hear. But, just like that, my voice faded into the empty s.p.a.ce.
“judging from how my voice is not echoing… I guess it’s not a closed s.p.a.ce as I thought it was.”
This could only mean two things… either the wall is made up of a material that absorbs sound waves, or this place is unimaginably enormous.
I needed to recollect myself.
This really was an abnormal situation. I could not see this place as something that was not out of the ordinary.
If that’s the case…
I needed to change my approach of things.
I’ll find out where I am sooner or later. What matters is why I am stuck in a place like this.
Now, there was a useless question floating around in my head on who brought me here and for what reason?
If they’re doing an experiment on how long it’ll take me to die of starvation, I’m f.u.c.ked for..
But that thought didn’t last long. Front wall, ceiling, right wall, and left wall.
Suddenly, text appeared between the white walls. And, instead of getting surprised, there was no other thought that came to mind but annoyance.
“sigh….”
Now we’re talking. I don’t know who it is, but this just proves I’m not here to be observed for starvation. Showing this text to me does enlighten my mood, but I couldn’t help myself from getting dumbfounded over what I was seeing before me.
Player : Yoon-Hwan Jung
First ability : Lyfedearc Divine Law LV 1
Sub ability : Lyfedearc Divine Law LV 1 – Divine Flesh
Sub ability : Lyfedearc Divine Law LV 1 – Basic Wound Heal
Sub ability : Lyfedearc Divine Law LV 1 – Basic Blood Blessing
w, what’s that? a game? is a game about to begin? The divine flesh? basic wound heal? basic blood blessing?
“w, wait. wait a minute. inhale. exhaleee. inhale. exhaleee.” I took control of my breathing to pull myself back together.
Focus, d.a.m.n it! you’re in danger! the moment, you lose focus is when you’re going to die!
“Okay, now. It’s alright. I’m back to my normal self.” is what I kept telling myself as I stared into the wall like a dear looking at oncoming headlights. what could that mean? huh? what is that?
what the h.e.l.l is first ability…
thump.
“huh?”
thump. thump. thump. thump. thump.
“w, what’s that.”
my heart began to race as if I had just ran 100 meters as fast as I could. That sudden moment of anxiety threw me off, but I was not in a position do anything.
s, stop. at this rate, you’re going to die of heart failure…
hwahhhhhk!
I felt something appear from my heart and spread throughout my entire body. I had no idea what it was, but it was hot and sharp. at the same time, something shot inside my head. it was ‘truth.’ something I had never known before.
My heart rate returned to normal and my nerves as well. But, I was still standing in that white s.p.a.ce staring at a text that’s in front of me. Nothing has changed.
But I felt as if I had understood what was happening to me.
“The power of….G.o.d?”
Just now.