Chapter 101 – Arbella (3)

“What…?”

Entering the cinema with a Venti-sized chocolate drink in hand, Yoochun frowned at the subtle sensation that passed through his body. A bizarre feeling that I wouldn’t have felt if it wasn’t for the tiny, tiny vibrations of the scattered physical force.

No, it’s not just a feeling

As soon as I started perceiving it, I sat down in a movie theater seat and looked around calmly at the subtle disconnection that was visible to the naked eye, as if a frame drop had occurred in the game.

‘Am I the only one who feels…’

He could see spectators sharing popcorn or watching movie ratings predicting fun, but none of them questioned the awkward phenomenon that was happening.

‘It can’t be a misunderstanding… It can’t be…’

It was not an illusion as the countless threads of physical force spread all over the place, which only Yuchun could see and feel, were vibrating minutely like a string.

As if adapting to the body that touched the realm of concepts, Yoochun’s mind, which grew explosively, began to understand the nature of the world. One of them is that every effect has a cause.

If so, this is a sign of something to come, or else…

‘It’s a result of something that has already happened.’

There are two things that come to Yoochun’s head that can shake the space-time and affect the concept. It was only that the enormous energy that shook the dimension collided with the dimension, or another concept intervened.

‘It won’t be the first.’

Shaking the dimension is never easy. It would only be possible if a huge meteorite that shook the continental plate fell, a multi-dungeon outbreak that surpassed the Bukhan mountain avalanche several dozen times, or hundreds of strategic weapons such as nuclear bombs exploded simultaneously.

‘Then… Who is…?’

Yoochun’s fingertips began to gain strength in the fucking conclusion that there was someone on Earth who could affect the dimension and touch the concept.

A saint or a saint of the black saints? Or… Did the pope come in person? No, one of the stars of the beast might have come. Hobel Goldion…Isn’t it. There’s no way that prudent old man would move like this.

And it was only natural that the various people who passed through Yoochun’s mind would end up as future enemies with whom he had a bad relationship. In particular, the group of madmen who couldn’t guarantee how they would move, the chest and the black prophets, were the most important group there too.

“Damn… I need to wake up.”

Phenomenon like frame drops is over, and advertisements are starting to come up in movie theaters with lights off, but it’s not easy to ignore this ominousness and take a break.

The moment you try to take your butt off like that.

“Wait…Excuse me.”

Yuchun lifted his head to the soft whispering above his head and widened his eyes.

A woman with dark red hair and pale red eyes. Dark cinema interior. Although she was one of the few beautiful women whose outline reflected in the light flowing from the screen. That wasn’t what Yuchun was shocked about.

‘The concept… Twisted…?’

Concepts exist in the realm of abstraction, not in the mundane. Therefore, it is not affected by the laws of physics. In other words, like a mirror world that exists in different phases in the same world, it is normal for the concept of power spread by Yuchun to permeate without affecting matter unless his will dwells. In fact, the thread of her power that Yuchun had spread like a spider’s web passed through the bodies of the other spectators casually.

But she was different than this woman. It was as if her invisible dome had been pulled over her, and even at this moment it was slipping away from her.

“Excuse me…”
“Yes?”
“Can you step aside for a moment?”
“Ah, yes.”

From the outside, she was nothing more than a beautiful woman with a slightly embarrassing smile and wide-eyed eyes as if in trouble.

But why?

Like wearing clothes that don’t fit. Yuchun inadvertently thought that the polite tone and somewhat cautious attitude did not suit him at all.

She pulled her legs up to make room and watched the profile of the woman passing between her lap and the seat in front of her, covering her eyes with her drink.

“Huh?”

However, as she slumped down in the seat next to herself, a questioning sound escaped her involuntarily from her mouth.

“Excuse me.”
“Yes? Anything you want to say?”
“Is your seat here?”
“Uh? Isn’t this number 18 in row G?”
“…That’s right, but…”

Yoochun looked around. The interior space is quiet compared to the large scale. The number of spectators occupying these seats was so small that they could be counted on two hands.

It has to be. The Sound of Hair Follicles was a documentary-style film of a minor genre that Yoochun chose because he was interested in what kind of difference it would make if there was a film with a similar name and format on Earth before he was called into the world.

In a word, there was plenty of space.

‘But why do you have to leave all these seats and sit next to me…’

Surely, if the ticket office clerk wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t give an attached seat to a single customer…

Her suspicions deepen. No, it must be said that I am starting to be sure.

A woman twisting and spilling the conceptual world that only Yoochun can perceive and build without much effort, or without even thinking that she is doing it herself, came to see such a minor movie and sat next to her, and said it was a coincidence. Just thinking about it is stupid.

And… It doesn’t seem like they have any intention of hiding it.

Even though the commercials went off and the intro of the movie started to come up, this unknown woman was still staring at Yoochun with her eyes filled with unknown emotions.

At this point, it will be certain.

Yuchun put her head on her seat, looked straight at her eyes, sunken like the deep sea, and opened her mouth slowly and in a low voice that couldn’t hide her wariness.

“Who are you?”

*

“Who are you?”

When Yuchun became extremely wary of himself and began to raise the tension, Arbella was equally astonished at him.

‘Amazing…’

It looks like this up close. Even if it is hidden and spread, it cannot be hidden.

The beating of destructive yet heavy power that has been reconciled into a concept that is unbelievable for an individual body to possess.

Anxiety and doubt are reduced, and confidence and joy fill the heart. Although he is immature and sloppy, if this man who goes beyond imagery and begins to construct his own definite ideological world is not him, who can be called the god of ‘Arbella van Axir’ at this level?

There was no sense of sadness in her sharp tone, as if she were looking at others or enemies, but… She was able to pass it on because it was her intention in that she deliberately shook the world.

Thanks to you, isn’t it getting this kind of attention? Anyway, that’s not important right now. His feelings were firm, but Arbella wanted to hear solid evidence directly from his mouth.

Big…

I suppressed the tension that trembled with clearing cough and slowly opened my mouth.

“Hey…Don’t you think you’ve seen us somewhere…?”
“What…?”

Arbella’s outrageous words without context made Yoochun’s expression strangely distorted.

It was so commonplace that it was childish and tacky, so it was a word that could appear anywhere in comics or novels, but it resembled a dash before flirting with the opposite sex.

If a beautiful woman he had seen for the first time said something like that with an alluring expression, there would be no man who wouldn’t go over with it, but Yoochun’s expression, already accustomed to beauties, became even colder.

“Don’t talk nonsense, just ask…”
“The small town of Deladin.”
“…You…What did you…?”
“The prostitute who worked at the mercenary consolation facility there had a daughter.”
“…”

A story that came out of nowhere. It wasn’t something about the past that could be told to someone you’ve never met, but Yoochun’s eyes started to ripple when he heard the introduction to the story.

Deladin, a small city located in the northern part of the Central World.

I can’t help but remember It was the city where the story of a girl, the main character he poured the most affection into in his life, began.

“In time, the fate of the girl who had her coming-of-age ceremony was destined to be just as disastrous as her mother’s. But.”

Arbella’s fingers climbed up her armrest and touched the back of her hand, but Yuchun didn’t react. She didn’t think to do it. That’s because the story that came out of this woman’s mouth came as a shock to him.

“That girl was given the power to shape her destiny by a savior who had descended upon me.”

After that, the story of a girl’s adventure that flowed from the woman’s mouth for a long time was more like a boring diary than a novel.

A fierce chase that unfolded after defeating the pimp and escaping the small town.

An exciting adventure in search of treasures and opportunities to become stronger.

One by one, the colleagues begin to gather around the girl who is gradually making her name known.

However, the betrayal of the person she thought was her colleague led her to survive in the dungeon where she hid to live.

It was close to a boring report because of the lack of talk.

“Ah…Sorry…The movie is already over.”
“Uh…?”

Yuchun, who came to his senses at the woman’s sigh, focused his eyes and began to recognize his surroundings.

The movie is over, and the audience is getting up from their seats and heading down the aisle.

And… I don’t know since when, but a pretty and warm hand was covering the back of my hand.

Her eyes were obviously looking straight ahead, but she couldn’t remember anything about the movie.

And notice. She continued to drink until the ice in her drink melted and became mellow.
Until the moment the curtain rises at the end of the movie.
She couldn’t get out of this woman’s words, and she was still listening to her.

Yuchun slowly turned her head to the right and scanned her woman’s face.

‘…Different.’

Her hair is not that black.
Her eyes are red, but not that pale.
Most of all… She wasn’t a woman who could do it like that and smile brightly.

‘Are you denying…’

Would like to deny If that story is true, it is from ignorance, but it means that she has lived her life making fun of herself for fun.

‘But…You have to accept it. What can I do?’

“Then let’s move on to the rest…”

“I thought it was strange. Why is it an exir?”

This time it was Arbella’s turn to lose her words. Her hair began to go white at the sudden, clear evidence. Since her return, she never knew that the moment she had been longing for would come like this.

‘No…This isn’t enough.’

There’s more, more to hear. More certain… So…

“Exilr. Wanting to throw away her original adult Lexir, she accepted the girl’s request to create a new one. She was an insincere surname that was nothing more than a rearrangement of her original surname by removing a few words. But… He really liked it and was proud of it.”

“Ah…”

When was it? Like her own desert, her dry, twisted eyes had never been so moist in her. It was a distant past that she can’t even remember now, but she didn’t forget that there was a precious person who was always with her at that moment.

“Still…I’m glad…If you remember me…I thought you’d resent me.”

I was disappointed…

She had a lot to say even after 3 days and 3 nights… To face it properly like this.

Seeing her with a bitter smile smeared with guilt and apologetics, she kindly stretched out her hand and wiped away her tears.

Not a word came out of her throat.

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you…”

No…

Changed her hair color, subtly retouched her face, but it’s strange to recognize. Hearing her sincere apology, all her resentment and sadness were washed away.

It was thought that her tears only represented sadness, but as if that thought was wrong, her tears did not stop when happiness filled her place where sorrow and resentment were washed away.

However, it is still not enough. Yet this was not the end of her wish she longed for.

Name…

“I never imagined we would meet like this.”

Call me by name…

Not a revelation… But with that voice…

An old wish from before her return.

‘Cause I can die

I wished that my god, the only being who would understand this loneliness and suffering even once, would call me affectionately.

And as if to reciprocate that wish, Yuchun gently stroked her hair and slowly opened her mouth.

“It’s been a while…Arbella.”

Ah…