Episode 79 Awakened Memories
White space.
Jinwoo exhaled slowly.
The arrow was fixed
at the center of the target.
The trembling he had felt before.
The fear.
Had faded slightly.
But it was not over.
[Archery Sync Rate: 61%]
Still insufficient.
The other Jinwoo raised his hand.
The scenery shifted again.
Fields.
Wind.
Mountains.
And hundreds of people appeared.
Jinwoo was startled.
“Who are they?”
They wore unfamiliar clothes.
Some carried bows.
Some rode horses.
Some stood atop mountains,
gazing at the sky.
The other Jinwoo spoke.
“Memory.”
“Whose?”
The other answered.
“Humanity’s.”
An old man lifted a bow.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
He drew the string.
And released.
The arrow cut through the wind.
Far away.
Striking a target unseen.
Jinwoo’s eyes widened.
“At that distance?”
Another scene appeared.
A young warrior.
He too held a bow.
Eyes closed.
Listening to the wind.
He shot.
Hit.
Hit again.
Hit once more.
Jinwoo felt something strange.
He had never seen this before.
Yet it was not unfamiliar.
As if he had lived it himself.
Suddenly, countless sensations flooded his mind.
The pressure of gripping the bow.
The tension in his fingers.
The strength in his shoulders.
The length of his breath.
Everything was conveyed
not as explanation,
but as pure sensation.
Jinwoo clutched his head.
“Ugh…”
It was not pain.
But an overwhelming flood of memory.
The other Jinwoo asked.
“What do you see?”
Jinwoo.
“People who shoot well.”
The other shook his head.
“No.”
“People who never gave up.”
Jinwoo’s eyes trembled.
Now he saw it.
They had not been perfect from the start.
They failed.
They missed.
They faltered.
And then.
They tried again.
Repeating endlessly.
Until they reached mastery.
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The blue light grew stronger.
Elsewhere.
Hanul.
Within the flow of Taekkyeon.
He fell countless times.
And rose again.
The other Hanul smiled.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
Hanul gritted his teeth.
“Shut up.”
“But you’ll rise again.”
Hanul did not answer.
He simply stood once more.
[Taekkyeon Sync Rate: 71%]
Darin.
Surrounded by countless sword arcs.
The sword dance was beautiful.
But beauty alone was not enough.
The other Darin.
“Afraid?”
Darin.
“…A little.”
The other smiled.
“Yet you still move forward.”
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Soyeon.
Amid endless lines of connection.
Thousands.
Tens of thousands.
Hundreds of thousands.
People to people.
Battlefield to battlefield.
Hope to despair.
All connected.
The other Soyeon.
“Do you see now?”
Soyeon nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
“No one fights alone.”
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And reality.
Outer space.
The final defense line.
Boom!
A massive explosion.
Ships collapsed.
The front retreated.
Yet they still fought.
Arena’s voice resounded.
“Elapsed time in reality.”
A pause.
“Four minutes, eleven seconds.”
The children were shocked.
It had felt like days.
But in reality, only minutes.
And those minutes.
Were humanity’s last.