Weichen Stories

Maybe in another place, another time... We were happy and satisfied with this world There was a game we couldn't beat, A game worth living for. Glory, the name When the world calls for our help, We will appear And create a storm, a hurricane To shield our hero from the poisoned air... A white haze sky, serene world We, the unknown shall tell our story once more ------ This fic came from the idea that 「 」has never lost a game in the main timeline. But Glory is more complicated, no?

"Why is that whenever you're around, all my worries go away?" I asked him. "Because I'm Park Jisung." I sighed, "I mean, you're not wrong."