Chapter 258 – Ending (5)
I remember what God said. He said that he never helped me, but rather that he was the one who received help.
He also talked about his daughter, Raphael. She said she loved her Helen.
Seeing her still praying to someone even after everything is over, it seems like Helen’s resentment toward Raphael, the god of mercy, and the world no longer remains. So, the ordinary father God could have left after saying thank you.
Now I think I understand a little more what he said. On the day I finished looking at Alune’s back, I suddenly thought of this as I walked around the lonely throne.
I really did all this. I started, and I am covering the last page with my own hands.
In the past few years of struggling through daily life, I have always looked for God and salvation. Like everyone else, I needed a merciful hand to pull me out of the swamp-like abyss.
But salvation was not far away.
After struggling until I was completely exhausted,
I was standing at the end of an unexpectedly high, blue ridge and holding everyone’s hands.
We hurt and make each other suffer.
Sometimes in burning love, sometimes at the edge of a cold cliff.
Even if it wasn’t our intention, we end up leaving so many scars that we even forget about it.
But just like that,
We save each other.
Even though I pray and wander around looking for salvation all my life,
It is with those small, insignificant hands that we pull each other out of the bottom.
Salvation is not far away.
I am your salvation, and you are my salvation.
We must love each other.
There is no one in the world who is not suffering.
Not a violent thief, a fallen knight or a wandering beast, an exiled witch, a talentless failing student, or a saint who hates God,
Everyone is embracing their own worries and suffering.
A boy from a small village on the border, a royal road in the desert at the end of the earth,
A dragon that lives for a thousand years, a seed that takes care of the earth,
We live our daily lives with our own deficiencies.
The queen who reigns over your head,
The devil who leads all the devils,
I pray to God for salvation and lament my own life.
Even God,
Sometimes I wipe away tears and need someone’s help.
So, in fact, the world is a useless place.
Happiness is short, sadness and regret are long.
People who have everything think that there is nothing to be sad about, but in reality, everyone goes to bed with their own tears in their eyes.
Nevertheless, I think the reason we live is for the sake of each other we love.
We must live to become salvation for someone and a miracle for someone.
The world is sad and painful,
Sometimes we can be happy.
Happiness resides in the falling leaves and the stars that decorate the night sky.
A hard-working ant comforts me, and a floating paper boat blesses me.
But among them,
Each other’s small smiles and warmth become the ultimate salvation and help me live.
Even though the world is not beautiful,
The people around me are just as dazzlingly beautiful.
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I wrote my diary for the first and last time in a small diary that only I could see. It wasn’t a stupid diary that I forced myself to write down in elementary school because I didn’t want to get spanked, but I wrote our story because I really wanted to leave it behind.
Since these are daily events that are still ongoing, I thought about it for a while because I didn’t know how to end it.
Today, something perfect happened to close the bookshelf, so I picked up a pencil.
Before that, let’s talk a little more in detail.
I still can’t believe how I ended up here, but in the end, the unpredictable storm of life died down in front of the empty throne.
Maybe another story will begin with my new abilities and future relationships, but I am confident that that will not be the case.
My role ended there. Big and small incidents with everyone around me have now become memories, and the memories of that day when I was busy trying to survive have become adventure stories.
Now I am a normal man raising children and watching them grow up. When I look away for a moment, the children who have grown up in amazing ways come up to me and talk to me.
I have started a family that is a bit unfamiliar, and I am in a position where I move around with the wives who live scattered around,
I don’t hate my life like this that much. Of course, it is sometimes stressful for the wives to still fight and complain about each other, but surprisingly, the children are very close and try to put an end to the adult’s problems.
Sometimes when we get together as children, we talk about old times.
Stories full of playfulness are exchanged, and now stories that can be said with a smile are also quietly brought out,
Everyone gathers together and drinks.
We got together and drank like that yesterday too. Since I wasn’t that good at drinking to begin with, I quickly got drunk and fell asleep before I knew it. Every time I meet my sisters, I can’t sleep properly at night and spend the night with my eyes open, so this often happens.
When I opened my eyes again, it was my room.
Helen must have brought me with her on her way back to our house. The blanket was neatly covered, and a bottle of water was placed at the side of the bed for those who might wake up at dawn.
Thanks to the kindness of knowing me so well, I was able to quench my thirst without having to stumble to the refrigerator. When consciousness returns at dawn, doesn’t it always crave water, and is there a strange atmosphere different from usual?
It was the same for me too. When I carefully turned on the smartphone placed next to the bottled water, the clock showed an ambiguous time of 04:51. It’s a difficult time to go back to sleep, and it’s also a difficult time to stay awake…
Perhaps because of my unseasonably clear mind, I wanted to try something different from usual. Now that I have a lot of free time to spend alone, I decided to take a walk around the apartment complex in the solitude of dawn that I had regained.
I wore comfortable shorts and took the one T-shirt I could easily get my hands on,
I just took my smartphone and left the house. If Helen or the other sisters had found out about this, they might have made a big fuss. Everyone is so worried about me that even when I go to the local supermarket, at least one person always stops by. There is no particular use in telling me that this world is not that dangerous.
“…”
The air in Seoul was blue and murky. However, there was definitely affection within it.
It’s still my hometown where nothing has changed, and people live in the midst of indifference and strife,
I love this place.
Between the waning moon and the dim sun, I faced the brightening world,
While I was thinking about which sister I should go see today,
Suddenly, I couldn’t help but think of one thing.
One small question that could only come to mind in Seoul at dawn.
If God lent me strength,
Shouldn’t the unknown web novel author I commented on be different from him?
In order to personally answer that question, I sat down on the bench for a moment and looked at my smartphone.
A small web novel site that I enjoyed before falling into another world was still operating busily.
Writers abounded, and novels also poured out like a flood.
Among them, I couldn’t find the nickname or novel of the person I was looking for.
“… Phew.”
After barely searching through the contents of the novel I had read, I was able to find his last novel. Unlike the previous work, which had a serious title, this time it was a work with a very vulgar name, and at the moment I was giggling because I could see that pervert tendency that had not changed,
“…”
The reason I felt sad was,
It seems that the author had given up on writing and the series had stopped. He seemed to have disappeared for several months without even giving any news.
What is he fighting?
What is he suffering from?
Even after returning to their hometown, people live in pain and survive day by day.
Reflecting on the conversation I had with the author, I left a comment on his last post.
Although I met him on the Internet with just a few short words,
I wanted to be a little salvation for him too.
I wanted to tell him the sentence that ended my life.
Even if the novel he writes is completely different from the story I experienced, I don’t care.
I would like to end my diary with the comment I left.
If I read this diary again someday,
Please add how the novel ends.
[It was a good article.]
End.
