Waiting For Your Reincarnation Chapter 58

It was quite a sight to see the panic in his sea-blue eyes.

 

Jung Jaeho, the king of the sky, was panicking.

 

Jaeho’s pupils trembled slightly as he looked at Yeon-young being held by the snarl.

 

He groaned as if his head was hurting and clasped his hands around his temples.

 

“Ugh, I don’t know why you’re in my memory…”

 

“Hey, Jung Jaeho, wake up.”

 

The corners of Jaeho’s mouth had hardened long ago.

 

His unfocused eyes were fixed on something, lost in thought.

 

For a moment, a strange blue tint appeared in his glossy pupils.

 

Jaeho sucked in a breath as he watched Yeon-young being dragged away.

 

Removing his hand from his hair, Jaeho ran towards the Snarl, forgetting that he had to use his powers to be fast.

 

Seeing Jaeho running so desperately, Yeon-young reached out for him, but she barely touched his fingertips and couldn’t hold on.

 

It wasn’t like him.

 

“No one is coming to save you.”

 

The moment their fingertips touched, a gravelly, middle-aged man’s voice drifted into her ears.

 

The growl took Yeon-young with it and moved through the bushes, hiding completely.

 

She could tell that he was far away from Jaeho.

 

‘Ugh, the smell.’

 

Yeon-young wrinkled her nose at Snarl’s indescribable stench and tried to stay awake.

 

The stench was taking over her entire body and at this rate, it wouldn’t be long before she passed out.

 

She shook her head violently and blinked, searching for life.

 

The snarl moved, its arm around her shoulders. A small shiver ran down her spine.

 

She felt as if her body would rust away and vanish without a sound.

 

The ground seemed to rumble beneath her as she was forced to cling to its back, and she felt nauseous.

 

She couldn’t even see where the Snarl was going.

 

‘Focus, focus, focus. You can survive.’

 

Yeon-young closed her eyes desperately, trying to find the Snarl’s core in the darkness.

 

It was hard to see because her body kept shaking.

 

She focused again, clenching her fists so hard that her nails dug into her flesh.

 

How long had it been, she wondered, and then, very faintly, she remembered the black, bead-like glow she’d seen earlier. It had been the core of the Snarl.

 

“Found it.”

 

The image of the core became clearer and clearer as she became more certain.

 

Yeon-young opened her eyes, and with a sharp sharpshooter’s eye, she located the core.

 

Fortunately, the Snarl’s core was near his neck.

 

Yeon-Young hesitated as she looked at the core. Like the rest of her teammates, she would have used her physical powers, but she only had psychic powers.

 

“Ugh.”

 

Even as she hesitated, her health continued to drop.

 

The acrid smoke rushed into her nostrils, and she knew that she would lose consciousness completely at any moment.

 

Yeon-Young tried to think of a way to destroy the core.

 

Up to this point, the team had used their abilities to destroy it.

 

To destroy the core, she would have to attack it directly and smash it.

 

“Can’t I do it with my hands?”

 

Yeon-young looked at her hands, which held nothing.

 

There was only one thing she could do to remove the Snarl’s core.

 

With one last squeeze, she grabbed the core.

 

She placed her hand over the Snarl’s neck and it slid in like water being sucked into a spotlight.

 

When her hand touched the core, she squeezed it as if to crush it. The entire back of her hand stung as if it had been pricked by a thorn.

 

The snarl exploded into nothingness along with the core, and she rolled around in a nameless heap.

 

After a few moments, Yeon-young opened her eyes and slowly pulled herself to her feet. Her whole body screamed.

 

“Uh… Where am I?”

 

*Beep-beep-beep*

 

The first thing she checked after waking up was the map on her wristband.

 

She found the map button and pressed it, only to be greeted with an unpleasant beep, as if it wasn’t recognized.

 

There were no coordinates.

 

She wondered what purpose the Snarl who had kidnapped her had in traveling to these places.

 

“Body…”

 

Yeon-young looked at her hands and stomach, which had become transparent. 

 

She was damaged where she had been in contact with Snarl.

 

If Ryu Won saw this, he would probably send her to the emergency room.

 

She scanned the fields for a way back to the center.

 

The fields of the Northwest Mountains were similar to the ones she was used to seeing, only without the pillars of irises, and the colors were more muted.

 

The grass that grew up to her calf had been left to dry and twist.

 

It was as if the freshness of the grass was long gone.

 

She stroked the dried grass with regret.

 

“Sucks.”

 

Her breathing accelerated, as if she was drowning in the ocean, and then it became easy again.

Yeon-young opened her eyes and clutched her head in disbelief.

 

“What is all this?”

 

Lights like dandelion seeds floated in the air around her.

 

She pushed them aside as if flipping through a book, and they fell away.

 

Most of the lights were a faint yellowish color, but one was particularly bright and large.

 

She touched it gently, like a baby’s cheek.

 

Suddenly, the empty space she had been looking at came back into view.

 

The color of the grass changed to bright, saturated colors, like watercolors on white paper.

 

The empty space was filled with trees, grass, and wildflowers, creating a beautiful landscape.

 

Between the grasses were slides.

 

The difference was that they were much smaller than the ones in front of Iris’s column, and they emitted a pure white light.

 

The slides crawled slowly in a line towards the sun. It was a reminder of the field.

 

“Sly? This can’t be it.”

 

She was back in the barren field.

 

Yeon-Young held out her hand and looked at her palm. Something was different. She could feel her powers at work.

 

Before she’d found the Core, she’d only been able to read very short, vague memory streams.

 

And after using the ability, she would feel extreme fatigue and pass out.

 

But now she could choose which memories she wanted to read, and she didn’t feel tired afterwards.

 

It was as if her ability had been rewritten.

 

Yeon-young was stunned by her inexplicably enhanced abilities.

 

Then, as she remembered from earlier, she stepped towards the light.

 

“There must be a reason why I got the hint.”

 

But no matter how far she walked, she felt stuck.

 

Suddenly, Yeon-young remembered another kind of grass in her memory.

 

She stopped, looked across the field, and called out to the Slys with a trembling voice.

 

“Is anyone there?”

 

“…….”

 

“Over there…”

 

*Boosh-boosh*

 

She began to feel the shadows in the grass.

 

As she continued to search for them, one by one they revealed themselves.

 

To her surprise, the Slys were watching her every move through the dry grass.

 

It was as transparent as a raindrop and as fragile as if it would shatter if touched.

 

Sensing the Sly’s presence, Yeon-young stopped walking.

 

“It’s really there.”

 

Unlike the Slys of the Iris Forest, the Sly of the Northwest was wary of Yeon-young.

 

It emitted a faint white light, like a candle whose wax had almost melted, and didn’t move.

 

Yeon-young crouched down and sat on the dry grass as if to watch.

 

When the Slys still didn’t move, she closed her eyes.

 

She felt a warm sensation on her legs as the grass brushed against her.

 

Slowly, she opened her eyes and a Sly, smaller than an egg, crawled through the crack.

 

Yeon-young stroked it with a cautious hand.

 

“Thank you for coming.”

 

Hearing Yeon-young’s greeting, they opened up a little.

 

Upon closer inspection, the white Slys weren’t just different in appearance.

 

They didn’t cry, communicated only with light, and instead of jumping, they crawled slowly like snails.

 

“I have to read the memories.”

 

If she wanted to get out of this field safely, she would have to read the Sly’s memories to find her way.

 

To test her newfound abilities, Yeon-young carefully lifted one of the Slys.

 

She concentrated on how crisp and smooth it felt, like laundry just out of the washing machine.

 

Lights floated around the Slys in her hand.

 

Yeon-young looked at the number of lights and sighed. There were far fewer than she had seen before.

 

“Was I just lucky?”

 

She couldn’t hide her disappointment and tapped the next light with her index finger.

 

The light burst like a firecracker before her eyes and she saw a memory.

 

“A baby?”

 

A newborn sleeping comfortably in a soft, fluffy bassinet.

 

She waited, hoping there would be more, but the memory ended with a child in a cradle.

 

“Is that all you remember?”

 

Yeon-young picked up the other Slys in turn, confused.

 

A black kitten born with four siblings in a crack in the floorboards with collapsed lungs.

 

A lion cub born inside a narrow, dark concrete wall.

 

A baby boy born in an operating room.

 

She opened her memories and saw only memories of babies who never grew up.

 

Opening her eyes, Yeon-young thought for a moment.

 

Looking at the unusually small Slys, she realized why the spirits here were said to be exceptionally clear.