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“Who sleeps holding hands with a guide?”
Yegyeol never imagined that he would be that Esper.
He closed his eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come. The bed, where he could touch his companion with just a half-turn, felt as vast as an ocean.
“Are you still unable to sleep?”
The voice reached him just as he turned over, making him twist his body. A man with a cool expression looked down at Yegyeol with a gaze filled with concern.
“I’m here, so it’s alright. If you have another nightmare, I’ll wake you. Try to get some sleep.”
“Senior….”
His hand gently brushed over Yegyeol’s forehead, carefully tucking the fallen strands of hair behind his ear, as if soothing a child.
The guiding energy from Je Haryang’s skin flowed into Yegyeol, warming his entire body.
Yegyeol slowly savored the sensation of the guiding energy seeping into him.
No words from the senior Espers he met at the Awakener Center could fully express what he was feeling right now.
“You’ve grown quite needy.”
“At Kunlun Sect… we shouldn’t be alone like this.”
Yegyeol whispered softly, lowering his voice.
“You were always surrounded by others. It was hard for me, as the youngest, to approach you.”
A flicker of guilt appeared in Haryang’s eyes. Even as his expression twisted, Yegyeol couldn’t take his eyes off his handsome face.
He looked as if he could freeze someone with a touch, yet the warmth in his gaze was unmistakable.
His aura remained as clear and pure as jade submerged in flowing water, just as it had been in the past.
erhaps that’s why Yegyeol could instantly recognize Je Haryang, even after twenty years.
‘Who could have predicted we’d reunite like this?’
Yegyeol was now twenty, an Esper born in 21st-century Korea.
At the same time, he remembered his previous life, dying at seventeen, defending the man before him and perishing by a demonic beast’s blade on Mount Kunlun in the Central Plains.
‘When I was growing up in Korea, I thought I was insane.’
Yegyeol had memories of his past life from the moment he was born. The world he was reborn into was truly bizarre.
Instead of horses, iron cars ran on roads; instead of mastering light-footwork, people flew through the sky in airplanes.
It was possible to communicate instantly, even across the continents.
There were no martial arts masters, but Espers shot fire from their hands and bent steel rods with their bare hands. Gates would open, and strange creatures called monsters would pour out.
Yet, even in this strange world, martial arts existed only in novels.
Before he even knew what martial arts novels were, Yegyeol could recite where the Kunlun Sect was located and what the Nine Schools were like.
But everyone dismissed it as a child’s fantasy. The boy with memories of a past life quickly learned to keep it to himself.
Until recently, he was adapting well to life in Korea, even going on a celebratory trip for his college admission with his parents.
‘But then, I suddenly returned to the Central Plains.’
“Even so, aren’t we quite close now?”
Haryang awkwardly smiled, seemingly worried by Yegyeol’s prolonged silence.
“Yes, it seems that way.”
Yegyeol cautiously leaned his cheek against Haryang’s hand and pleaded.
“Can’t we stay like this just a little longer?”
“You need to sleep. Won’t it be uncomfortable?”
It was a gentle refusal. After all, having a man cling to you and ask to be touched might be unpleasant.
But for Yegyeol, this was a matter of survival.
The thought of retching up chunks of his insides again, gagging on the taste of his own blood, was unbearable.
“… It’s been a long time since I’ve been this close to someone, so I don’t know the limits.”
When Yegyeol lowered his eyes, Haryang seemed at a loss and hesitated with his hand.
It wasn’t a lie.
Since showing signs of awakening as an S-rank Esper, Yegyeol had become hypersensitive to every stimulus.
He had become picky about what he ate, wore, and used.
So it wasn’t as if he wasn’t picky about people too.
“To be honest, this is all new to me, so I said something awkward. Don’t worry about it.”
Though Haryang still seemed hesitant, he no longer pushed Yegyeol away.
Realizing this, Yegyeol felt content.
No senior Esper he had met had such a kind guide.
The senior brother, who had always been the envy of their sect, still had a broad chest.
In fact, it seemed even more impressive now, providing a comforting place for a poor Esper, worn out from the aftereffects of his rampage.
‘So… how do I proceed from here?’
In their sect, seniority was as close as being blood brothers, and disciples were to respect their seniors.
But for this disciple, who had reunited with his senior brother after twenty years, those principles might as well have been discarded like old paper.
He was too busy figuring out how to make Je Haryang his.
‘To hell with the taboos of the martial world.’
I need to survive first, don’t I?
Yegyeol’s eyes gleamed gold as he settled comfortably in Je Haryang’s embrace.
It was a sticky, scheming autumn night that deepened.
TL: This has 500+ chapters in korea, so… This will be a long journey.
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It’s so lovely
Thank you
LETS GOO!! Rarely do i get interested by esper maincharacters but I really liked the premise of this one, time to experience 500 chapters
Thank you for translating!
Can’t wait to start reading
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