Translator: Seven Editor: Yahiko (+ thursdays as of 6/5/2021) PR: LightBrin
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The Black Dragon Master stared at me.
âYou went around calling him the 2nd-year loser of Shinseo High School or whatever, Kim Gongja. Thanks to you, some weird stuff is happening in our classâŚâ
The Black Dragon Masterâs eyes held deep contempt.
But this contempt was short-lived. The Black Dragon Master frowned for a moment before her face returned to its previously expressionless state. It was as though her own feelings made her tired. Even a sigh would not look as expressionless as that face.
ââŚForget it. I donât even want to talk to you about this. Just talking about it makes me feel bad. Dammit! I would have gone to a different high school if I knew thereâd be bullying here.â
âYouâre the class president. Youâre responsible for what happens in the class.â
âSo what? Are you trying to say itâs my fault?â
The Black Dragon Masterâs tone dripped with sarcasm.
âHow amazing. I heard that youâve been hanging out with â â lately and meeting other students one after the other. [Kim Gongja repented. Kim Gongja has changed.] Even the teachers were complimenting you in the staff room. Good for you.â
There was a cold sneer on the Black Dragon Masterâs face.
âIt must be nice to have it easy like you. Itâs fine to hurt someone as long as you apologize afterwards, right? Forgive me because I apologized a lot, and then itâs over. Everything I did wrong was a mistake. The hurt I inflicted was just a joke.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âAnd even that should only happen once or twice. But can you say that your whole life was a mistake or a joke? If you stop making jokes or mistakes, will you get ill? Do you think the world is a dump that accepts your mistakes and that people as trashcans to receive your jokes? Sick bastards. ScumâŚâ
She dropped it. The Black Dragon Master closed her lips.
Once again, she stopped just before her emotions became too intense. The Black Dragon Master looked down at her shoes like she was nervous. Since coming to the rooftop, she hadnât looked at the Constellation Killer even once.
âClass President.â
ââŚDonât do this to me,â muttered the Black Dragon Master. âDonât bring me to a place like this with â â . Youâre trying to make me apologize or admit that I did something wrong. I didnât do anything wrong. Youâre the one who didâŚâ
âYou donât think so.â
ââŚâŚ.â
When the Constellation Killer committed suicide in the last trauma, the school desperately turned a blind eye. The class used all kinds of tricks and methods to overlook the [incident].
ăHe sent that sort of text. Wasnât he really crazy?ă
ăThatâs right. In retrospect, heâs always been a little weird.ă
The Constellation Killer was crazy. He was a weirdo.
We, on the other hand, were ânormal.â
Perhaps we sent a text like that to the Constellation Killer as a mean joke. But it was only a joke. It was just a brief deviation from the norm. Everyone made jokes and slipped sometimes, so we were still normal.
Maybe we made fun of the Constellation Killer once. But that was a mistake. We didnât mean it. We didnât do it on purposeâwe were just swept up into the atmosphere and laughed with the others. We did nothing wrong.
ăThink carefully about whatâs important to you and pull yourself together.ă
ăYes, teacher.ă
And so, the class pushed one of our classmates aside.
Even death or suicide hadnât been able to awaken our guilt.
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The one that murdered me was you.
Donât forget.
You killed me.
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Except for one person.
The Black Dragon Master was the only one who didnât say, âYes, teacher.â She said nothing,
only bowed her head without a word.
âSeriously, donât do this to meâŚâ
One single bystander remained silent while numerous perpetrators stood proudly.
âI did my best. I tried to stop it when I was a first-year. Dammit.â
And there were hundreds of reasons why someone might remain silent.
âBecause of you guys, I decided to do some investigating⌠Did you know? This school is affiliated with Seryun University. There are 10 board members. And among them, Kim Gongja, is your girlfriendâs parents. You didnât know, I bet. You didnât even know that, but you just bullied â â like it was natural, right? Even the President of the Seryun Presbyterian Church is on the board. Thatâs my familyâs church! We attend every weekend!â
The Black Dragon Master covered her forehead with her hand.
âWhy did I have to learn all of this because of the shit that you guys did?! Just⌠donât do so much, please. Iâm a second-year now, too⌠I sleep for four or five hours a day because of studying. Iâm busy. I entered the school as a scholarship student just like â â ⌠I donât know how you guys can just laugh and enjoy your school life!â
Ill will was easy.
âI donât know if you harass others without thinking, but!â
Goodwill was impossible.
âI was so desperate! This school has a fucking scholarship committee, and our oh-go-great homeroom teacher is there as the second-year studentsâ head! You didnât know that, did you? I bet you donât even need to know. IâdamnâI mentioned â â to our homeroom teacher and⌠Please. Stop it. I donât want to know this! Itâs all disgusting. You, our homeroom teacher, the school, everything⌠Iâm busy with my own life, so take care of things yourselves!â
âSorry.â
One reason was enough to commit an act of ill will.
But you needed hundreds of reasons for goodwill.
âSorry? Ha. How sorry are you, really? No. Fuck. Itâs too late. Donât apologize to me. Donât you dare apologize, Kim Gongja. I donât need an apology, and I donât deserve an apology. And you donât deserve to apologize. Youâre trash. Just die as trash. Live as trash until the day you die. Iâm begging you, never cross my path after we graduate.â
âIâm sorry.â
âI said donât apologize, you trash bastard!â
The Black Dragon Master kicked my shin. Creak. My bones rattled slightly. Then, she huffed and slapped me in the face.
Violence like curses continued.
I let the Black Dragon Master do what she wanted to my body and said,
âThis boy. He tried to commit suicide.â
The Black Dragon Masterâs hands stopped.
âHe would have jumped a month ago. From this very spot.â
Silence descended upon the rooftop.
ââŚâŚ.â
The Black Dragon Master turned her head.
It was only then that she looked at the Constellation Killer for the first time.
Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out.
âIs thisâŚtrue?â
She was stiff.
Like it was difficult for her to talk to the person in front of him.
âYou tried to dieâŚ?â
She spoke carefully.
The Constellation Killer looked at the Black Dragon Master with a blank expression.
âThatâs right.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âI donât know how Kim Gongja knew, but heâs right. I tried to die.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âI had no idea that that was what you were thinking, Class President.â
The rooftop became silent once again.
Slowly.
The Black Dragon Master covered her face with both hands.
âIâm not sorryâŚâ
A quiet sob leaked through her fingers.
âI donât feel sorry for you. Itâs just⌠When I was a first-year, I accidentally found out about the schoolâs Board of Directors. I gave up because I thought nothing would come of it even if I revealed everything. During our second year, I tried to talk to our homeroom teacher, but I gave up in the end. Iâm just that kind of person. Please remember me as that kind of person.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âBut, donât die. Donât die⌠Why must you? You canât die. You canât die because of trash. You canât, â â . You have to live. Yeah? If you live, you can get into a good university, make money, and get out of this godforsaken cityâŚâ
âI thought about that too,â muttered the Constellation Killer. âBut I thought that these bastards would forget.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âI thought that they would live well while pretending that nothing ever happened. No, I donât think theyâd even remember. I hated that the most. I wanted to spite these bastards. Since theyâd forget it anywayâŚâ
The Constellation Killer looked at the Black Dragon Master.
âIâm sorry, Class President.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âI wasnât trying to hurt someone like you.â
The Black Dragon Master fell to her knees. She held her breath, her face covered. She clenched her teeth and tried to hold back any sounds. The force of her silence caused the Black Dragon Masterâs shoulder to shake.
The Constellation Killer opened his mouth.
âThere was someone.â
He bent his knees.
âI didnât think thereâd be anyone.â
Lower.
Until he was the same height as the Black Dragon Master.
âIâm glad that I didnât die a month ago.â
The Constellation Killer slowly wrapped his arms around the Black Dragon Masterâs shoulders. The Black Dragon Master flinched. The Constellation Killer leaned his head a bit closer to the Black Dragon Master.
âIâm glad there was even a single person who was worth my forgiveness.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âIâm so glad.â
The Black Dragon Master stopped holding her breath. She broke down. The Black Dragon Master couldnât hug the Constellation Killer. She just remained kneeling, letting out the cries that tore out from her heart. The Constellation Killer hugged his classmate as she did.
âIâm sorryâŚâ
The Black Dragon Masterâs body began to crumble away.
âIâm sorry, â â . Sorry. Sorry. Iâm so sorry.â
But it was just her skin that melted into shadows. She did not become a specter.
The Black Dragon Master, whose face melted off to reveal someone else, cried out, âDonât die. Please. Iâm begging you⌠You have to live.â
It was the face of someone I knew.
And it was a voice I heard from somewhere.
âYou can live. We can live. We can live better lives. You have to live, â â . Iâll try a little harder, and because Iâll try harder, together letâsâŚâ
[The degree of the traumaâs implementation is decreasing.]
The iron door to the rooftop was being devoured by the Void.
Black fog slowly crept through the cracks on the iron door like tentacles. Soundlessly, they grabbed the iron door.
Then, they swallowed it.
The void, which had devoured the fifth floor, climbed up the school wall and flowed onto the fence of the roof.
âNo one cares about you. No one, nobody, not one of them⌠You canât die because of those beasts. You have to live. You canât let them ruin your life. Struggle and survive, study, yeah? Enter university, and⌠Go to another city.â
I could see the person beneath the Black Dragon Masterâs skin.
âLetâs live for all the unfortunate childrenâŚâ
At that moment.
âLetâs make time for children who are less fortunate than us. We can do it. I know we can. Iâll help you⌠I, I did a lot of research. I studied. It isnât some dumb dream. If we really try, we canââ
Something cut into my back.
ââfirst, go to the Department of Social Welfare. I need a license.â
An electric current surged in my head.
âTo live here, to survive in the world, we have to be strong. â â . You have to surround yourself in armor so that other people wonât look down on you or bother you. Letâs study together. Iâll help you⌠I can help you.â
Ahh.
âWhat university you go to, what qualifications you have⌠They might seem useless right now, but you can do a lot more with it than without it. We can do what we want to do. itâs power. We have to become strong first.â
Ah.
âLetâs help the children together. On my own⌠It would be difficult. Yeah. I might not be able to bear it. I might scar the children. But with the two of us. Three. If four people join in, we can do anything. Weâll be able to do anything.â
Director.
âLetâs work hardâŚâ
The director of my orphanage.
âThis world is not everything. It canât be. â â . We can make a world. Small⌠Letâs start small. We can make a world with just the two of us. Please donât die⌠Together. Letâs live in a different world togetherâŚ.â
The young directorâs face.
ăDonât.ă
ăYou havenât done anything wrong.ă
His voice overlapped with the directorâs long tired voice.
Now that I thought about it, the director had always been too wary about showing that he loved us.
ăDonât get twisted because of a guy like me.ă
He always seemed afraid.
ââŚâŚ.â
The Constellation Killer stroked the young directorâs head.
âI donât think we can make much money.â
âWe wonât make muchâŚâ
âIt seems like itâll be hard.â
âItâll be really hardâŚâ
âHowever, I think it would be better than now.â
The Constellation Killer smiled.
âI havenât been studying since the second semester of our first year. Itâll be a bit tough.â
âItâs all right. Itâs not too late. Right now, itâs not too late for anything.â
âYeah. Class President. In this worldâŚâ
[The degree of the traumaâs implementation is decreasing.]
âLetâs survive together.â
[The data cannot be recovered.]
The rooftop collapsed.
The school melted.
And the bell announcing the dismissal rang.
[Trauma implementation has ended.]
The possibilities and what-ifs were swallowed by the black Void. Even the Constellation Killerâs smile. Even the directorâs childhood, which I never knew about. Even the two classmates, one crying and one smiling.
The past.
The time of the failed past. The regret. The remorse.
[Confirming that the subjectâs psyche is maintained.]