Chapter 110: The True Hero (5)

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Time flies so quickly.

It's already been 10 years since Dice appeared.

Despite all the effort I've poured into it, I can't say that we've become close.

But that doesn't mean we were complete strangers either.

I found out his home address, sent many letters, and waited in front of his place many times to express my gratitude.

While everyone else was scared and running away from him, I was the only person who approached him.

Wouldn't at least my existence be acknowledged?

It was a wish, perhaps greedy, unique to Han Yoo-jung.

But I didn't intend to end things here.

She had finally found a way to use her ability.

It was an ability that didn't apply to herself, and after her younger sister's death, she hadn't used it in a while...

But she discovered that if she could scratch the deepest part of their desires, people would cling to that dream afterward.

Maybe she could gather a following for him.

Perhaps she could alleviate Dice's boredom, or loneliness.

...And maybe, just maybe, she could be by his side.

So, it couldn't end like this.

She hadn't even repaid him for his kindness yet.

She knew he had donated to the orphanage they had been in.

Once again, Han Yoo-jung ran towards the location warned about in the news.

The sounds reminiscent of a battlefield poured out.

Silhouettes of heroes flying in the distance were also visible.

"....Dice...!"

When everyone wished for Dice's death, she alone desperately hoped he would survive.

She paced back and forth in place, searching for Dice.

There was no way to get closer than this.

After all, there was nothing she could do.

She couldn't stop their fight.

All she could do was pray from afar.

Her heart was heavy. If there was a way to help Dice, she wanted to do it.

She had watched him for over ten years.

He's human. He doesn't attack unless provoked.

He doesn't take sides. Whether hero or villain, he doesn't care.

If you look into the heroes he's smashed, like Cant, there was also something about them hidden.

He doesn't attack mindlessly; he uses his power based on a philosophy, his own set of values.

In a way, he was such a delicate person.

Was there anyone else who understood him as well as she did?

"What the?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from behind.

"-Ugh!"

And with a rough grip, he covered her mouth.

"Ha... Ha... Why is a civilian in a place like this?"

She was quickly dragged through the alleys.

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