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Chapter 207: Episode 39: The Unidentified Wall (2)

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Unfortunately, Han Myeongoh couldn't finish what he was saying.

He had revealed part of his contract with Asmodeus, so he received a fainting penalty. It cut off right as things were getting interesting, which dampened my mood a little.

「Kim Dokja thought. So demon kings and constellations have started taking an interest in this world.」

The Demon Realm, the land of abandoned Scenarios. This world, ignored by the constellations for so long, was beginning to draw attention again.

"Humans can't beat them. Compared to them, we're nothing but insignificant bugs..."

Han Myeongoh muttered that several times even in his sleep. Perhaps because he had spent months struggling in the Demon Realm, he knew a great deal about high-ranking nobles of the demonic species and demon kings.

I couldn't say I didn't understand that despair.

Even Junghyeok had struggled terribly in the Demon Realm.

Of course, that was Junghyeok's story, not mine.

Grrrrr.

Maybe because I had stayed awake all night, my stomach was roaring. I went out to the tavern and asked Mark for something simple to eat. Jang Hayoung was sitting at a table with a vacant expression. I quietly approached and dropped into the seat beside them.

"Eek!"

"You make that sound every time."

Hayoung glared at me with an irritated expression, then shouted.

"Why? Why? What are you here to pick a fight over this time?"

"Why do you look so down?"

"...Mind your own business."

"Why? What's wrong?"

Hayoung didn't answer easily, just picked at the food in front of them. I knew pressuring them wasn't always the answer, so I waited.

For some reason, Mark looked at the two of us and gave me a greasy wink. After a while, Hayoung spoke.

"Why did you let me join the Revolutionary Army?"

"What?"

"I'm not a Guard or a Revolutionary. I'm not even the chair of the industrial citizens' council like Aileen."

[The character Jang Hayoung has activated Lethargy Lv.4.]

[The character Jang Hayoung has activated Self-Hatred Lv.10.]

Damn it. Here we go.

I had forgotten for a moment. Junghyeok suffered from regressor's depression, while this one was thoroughly consumed by Self-Hatred.

Thinking about it, not one of the protagonists of TWSA was in their right mind.

Their small shoulders trembled. Patting them might make me feel better, but it would be difficult for them to take any comfort from it.

[Your understanding of the character Jang Hayoung has increased!]

We watched people passing outside the window. I caught a glimpse of Aileen dealing with yesterday's incident. Jang Hayoung spoke again.

"...Night will come again. Can you protect the people then too?"

"That'll probably be impossible."

I answered honestly.

"I don't know every Executioner. We can't catch them all before the next Night comes."

There were still seven Executioners I hadn't caught. If those seven decided to start cutting people down, the next Night would truly become a festival of blood.

Before Hayoung could fall into despair, I added, "But that doesn't mean there's no way to stop it. We just need to find a Fighter."

A Fighter. The only position capable of facing the Executioners of the Night. If we could find one, it wouldn't be hard to bring the momentum back to our side.

Mark, who had been bringing over the food, interrupted.

"I'm sorry to say it, but there probably isn't a Fighter."

"What? How do you know that, Mark?"

"Because no one inherited the skill from the previous Fighter."

Unlike the other positions in the game, a Fighter could only be passed down through inheritance. Mark continued.

"After the Fighter who protected the previous Revolutionary died, no successor appeared."

It was information I already knew. There was no Fighter in this industrial complex, and even Junghyeok in the original work had suffered greatly because of it. I took a bite of the sandwich Mark had brought and said, "If there isn't one, we'll make one. We can have another Fighter pass down the position."

"But as far as I know, there are no Fighters left in the 73rd Demon Realm."

"We won't look in the Demon Realm."

"What?"

I glanced at Hayoung. It was about time. Poking the vacant-looking Hayoung again, I said, "Hey, talk to the Wall."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"You have that Wall. The Wall that stops you from learning anything whenever you try."

"H-how do you know about that Wall?"

Hayoung stared at me in shock.

"I have my ways."

I answered with a sly smile. No one else knew, but Hayoung had a Wall.

More precisely, a Wall called the Unidentified Wall.

Until now, that Wall had prevented Hayoung from growing.

"Because of that Wall, you haven't been able to learn skills or anything else, right? That's why you've become like this. Lethargy, Self-Hatred..."

"W-what?"

"I know you think it's a Wall of Talent. But it isn't a Wall of Talent. It has an entirely different purpose."

"No, how do you know that...!"

"Anyway, talk to it already. You can talk to that Wall, can't you?"

At the mention of talking to the Wall, Hayoung's face turned red. I wanted to tell them not to worry. I was in the same position, talking to a Wall myself.

After hesitating, Hayoung slowly spoke.

"Um..."

"Hurry up."

Hayoung reluctantly nodded.

[The character Jang Hayoung has activated Unidentified Wall Lv.1!]

In an instant, Hayoung's pupils turned white. I couldn't see it, but Hayoung's vision was probably surrounded by pure white walls right now.

Pure white walls with nothing written on them.

It wouldn't be strange to develop a mental illness if such walls blocked you every time you tried to learn a skill.

Hayoung carefully spoke.

"Um... Wall?"

When Hayoung spoke, I could hear the message as well.

[The Unidentified Wall frowns.]

I didn't know why.

Maybe it was because I had something similar to a Wall too.

Either way, it worked out well.

[The Unidentified Wall looks at its master.]

[The Unidentified Wall says, "You are not yet qualified."]

Just like in the original work, it was a prickly bastard.

"Hey, don't be like that. Let them do it. If you don't help, they'll die."

Hayoung looked at me in shock.

The next moment, the Unidentified Wall spoke.

[The Unidentified Wall says, "What are you?"]

[The Unidentified Wall says, "How can you hear my voice?"]

"Who I am isn't important. Just let them do it. At Level One, they can at least use the basic functions, right? Why are you stopping them?"

[The Unidentified Wall frowns.]

Tssssss!

Perhaps it was angered by what I said, because sparks began to fly around Hayoung. There was enough Plausibility to pressure even me, a Constellation. As expected, a Mythical trait was on a different level. This wouldn't go as easily as I had expected.

I stepped back from Hayoung.

Mark and the tavern's guests looked startled by the sparks that had suddenly burst through the air. I evacuated them just in case, then spoke again.

"Are you going to keep acting so prickly? It won't do you any good. If they die, it'll be hard for you to find a new host too."

Sparks of Plausibility surged again. The fact that a single skill, not even a Constellation, could create such pressure was proof of Hayoung's potential.

That was why I had to awaken Hayoung here.

[The Unidentified Wall says, "You're an insolent bastard."]

The sparks bursting around Hayoung grew stronger and stronger. I hadn't expected such an intense reaction, so even I was a little flustered. Just as it seemed a small Plausibility storm might break out here,

[Exclusive Skill, The Fourth Wall, has activated strongly!]

The sparks raging around us calmed in an instant. More accurately, it was as if a greater spark had swallowed all the others.

[The Fourth Wall greets the Unidentified Wall.]

[The Unidentified Wall is startled.]

I was just as surprised. Could Walls talk to one another?

[The Fourth Wall happily greets the Unidentified Wall.]

Hayoung's face turned red, then pale.

They were surely seeing this scene too.

The Fourth Wall spoke once again.

「Fr iend.」

[The Unidentified Wall begins trembling.]

I had no idea what communication was taking place between the two Walls, but just that greeting had warped the air around Hayoung into a mysterious shape.

[The Unidentified Wall says, "Y-you are...!"]

Then the air around me trembled faintly.

The Fourth Wall was behaving differently from usual.

I couldn't describe it well, but it was clearly...

It seemed to be angry.

[The Unidentified Wall cries out in pain!]

[The Unidentified Wall cries out in pain!]

[The Unidentified Wall cries out in pain!]

Amid dazzling sparks, Hayoung clutched their head and screamed. How much time had passed? The Unidentified Wall displayed a message, somehow seeming thoroughly intimidated.

[The Unidentified Wall says, "W-who are you?"]

* * *

I didn't know exactly why Hayoung had a Wall like this.

Even in TWSA, it never explained exactly what the Unidentified Wall was. I thought it would be revealed near the ending... Of course, that didn't mean I couldn't guess its identity at all.

My guess was that this Wall had something to do with Hayoung's occupation before crossing dimensions.

"T-this has never happened before..."

Hayoung stared into the air with a deeply flustered expression.

[The Unidentified Wall has recognized the Incarnation Jang Hayoung as its master.]

The process had been difficult, but with the Fourth Wall's help, Hayoung succeeded in gaining the Unidentified Wall's recognition.

Then, a window Hayoung had never seen before appeared in front of them.

[Enter the modifier or True name of the being you wish to send a message to.]

Perhaps because of the Fourth Wall, I could see that message too.

Hayoung turned to me and asked, "...W-what is this? What am I supposed to enter?"

The reason I was determined to bring Hayoung with me was this ability. Only by borrowing the power of the Wall Hayoung possessed could I gain the strength to stand against those damned nebulae.

"Enter the names I tell you."

"...Okay."

I called out several names.

They were all people who had fought as Fighters in the Demon Realm in the original TWSA.

Then another window appeared.

[Enter the message you wish to send.]

"What should I write?"

"Say, 'I want to become a Fighter. Please help me.'"

"...Will that work?"

"I don't know. Try it first."

Hayoung sent the message. We waited eagerly.

One minute, two minutes. Three minutes... ten minutes.

Hayoung asked, "Did it really send?"

"...I think it failed."

This damned Star Stream had no consideration for beginners. We were asking so desperately for help, yet no one even sent a reply.

After that, we wrote and sent a few more messages.

[I'm looking for someone who can make me a Fighter.]

[I need the Fighter skill you possess.]

[Please help me.]

But no matter how many messages we sent, no reply came back. They probably thought they were spam messages and didn't bother answering... Damn it.

Since neither of us had any talent for writing, I had no idea what kind of message would get a reply. It was a shame Han Suyeong wasn't here. She would have come up with a good idea.

Hayoung frowned and thought for a while, then spoke.

"...We just need to get a reply first, right? Can I write what I want?"

"Did you think of something?"

Hayoung lightly nodded and entered a message.

[15-year-old middle school girl looking for texting friends~]

"Hey, wait-"

Before I could stop them, Hayoung pressed the send button.

[Because no recipient was entered, the message has been sent to random constellations.]

It wasn't even a message directed at anyone specific. I shouted in frustration.

"They're Constellations! Do you really think something like that will work on them?"

"...Wait and see."

What was wrong with this person...?

Then, the next moment.

[A reply has arrived!]

We looked blankly at each other, then checked the reply.

Surprisingly, the Constellation who replied was someone I knew.

[Sender - Abyssal Black Flame Dragon]

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