Chapter 94

I sighed, dried my wet things on the gravel, and looked at my notebook. The notebook was soaked with water, so all the notes were smudged.

“Damn it! Nothing works!”

Fortunately, the cloth with the bunker map was safe. Did someone waterproof it? I don’t know if it’s modern technology or magic technology, but it’s good that it’s fine even when it gets wet.

“I have to move first.”

I took a deep breath and slowly rose from my seat. Maybe it’s a wound on the side, not in the lower abdomen, so I think I can move if I’m careful.

I looked around. On the other side of the huge river I must have fallen into, there’s a dense forest.

Of course, the other people are nowhere to be seen. In addition, there was the bigger problem of not even knowing if I was on the North Island or the South Island.

I stood blankly on the gravel and sniffed. I want to cry.

“Could I be dead?”

Maybe I’m already dead and become a ghost wandering[1] this island. The wandering ghosts do not recognize that they are dead. So, they constantly wander around the same place over and over again.

[1] The original word is Jibakryeong (지박령) which means a dead soul or a wandering ghost in a specific place that is bound to that place and stays there and causes many things to happen.

“No way. I couldn’t be. First of all, I can still feel the pain in my stomach.”

Having experienced too many things that did not seem real, I felt that my imagination was rather enriched and my thinking and judgment were dulled.

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

I just stared blankly at the river flowing. Because my head was so dizzy.

What happened to the others? Especially Enoch.

‘Enoch can’t live without me.’

Then I suddenly remembered that Enoch had been left behind on the South Island with Arthdal ​​and Yuanna.

If Yuanna is with Enoch…… it might be okay. In the original story, Yuanna relieves Enoch’s seizure with her love.

Thinking about it made my heart throb in pain. It doesn’t feel good to imagine the two of them together.

‘I’m worried about Kayden too.’

Will everyone be safe?

Why is this happening to me? Feelings of misery and despair swept through me like a bursting dam.

‘I’m tired.’

I held back the tears that were about to burst out.

If there is a God, what the hell does he want from me? Why are you doing this to me?

‘I’ve been living really hard.’

And even now, I’m still struggling to survive.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to hold them back by pressing my eyelids with the back of my hand.

“Oh…… I thought you were dead.”

Then, a voice was heard from somewhere.

Startled, I turned my head and saw a young boy who looked like an elementary school student standing on a hill looking at me with a bunch of coconuts in his arms.

I stared at the boy for a very long time. Am I hallucinating?

“Are you a human?”

I was so surprised that I asked an absurd question to the boy.

‘Is he a human being or a ghost?’

The silver-haired boy who had been looking at me with an expressionless face widened his eyes and made a surprised expression.

After a while, the boy asked me in a low voice.

“……idiot?”

“No!”

My face flushed with embarrassment.

I forgot that I was a bit depressed a moment ago and put the back of my hand on my cheeks to calm the burning heat.

Then I looked at the boy again. He is a tremendously handsome boy with neat bob hair that covers his neck.

He’s still staring at me expressionlessly, so I don’t know what he’s thinking.

“I thought you were dead.” He paused for a while and added, “Because you weren’t breathing before.”

Me? Really?

I looked at the boy more calmly than before. He looked very young to be alone on this rough island.

“How old are you?”

At my question, the boy tilted his head and looked at me with a worried face for a while. Then he looked at the ground, looked up at the sky, pondered, and finally opened his mouth.

“……twelve years old?”

“Why do you hesitate to answer how old you are?”

When I asked this out of curiosity, the boy frowned and pondered for a while.

“I don’t know how much time has passed.”

Does that mean that this boy was also forcibly moved to this island and does not know how long has passed since then?

In the original work, there is no one other than the main characters on this uninhabited island.

‘Nothing is true to the original.’

I pressed my temples hard.

No matter how young a child may be, can I trust this boy who does not appear in the original work?

‘I definitely need to be vigilant.’

While I was thinking about it, the boy gently tilted his head and asked, “How old are you, sister?”

“I’m twenty-two.”

The boy nodded at my answer and added, “You are old.”

“I am still young.”

Twenty-two is still young. Young!

After grumbling like that, I realized I felt much better.

It’s thanks to the boy showing up. I can’t believe there’s another survivor. Until a while ago, I was in despair at the thought of surviving alone on this cold, remote island. But now I can feel more at ease.

I suddenly lowered my head. Because one of the coconuts the boy dropped rolled right under my feet.

The boy approached me, picking up the coconut he had dropped. I wanted to pick it up, but I couldn’t bend down because of my wound.

Then the boy looked at me and asked calmly, pointing to my blood-soaked dress. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

“I know. You look sick,” he said with an expressionless face.

Seeing his unique outfit, I looked him up and down quietly and carefully.

First, the boy is wearing sneakers, they are also white Nike Dunk Highs. It’s surprising that the sneakers are brand new with no scratches. In addition, he is wearing shorts and a neat short-sleeved hoodie.

The odd thing is that he is wearing an imperial wizard’s robe over it. It was also a robe provided by the Wizard Tower, the same as Kayden’s.

‘He’s very suspicious.’

However, it could be that, like me, he picked up modern items like sneakers somewhere.

The boy is clearly an imperial citizen. Because there is no silver-haired, red-eyed person on earth where I used to live.

“Who are you? How did you get here? Are you alone?”

I asked the most basic question first.

Then the boy stared at my face again, and after a while, he said, “You are pretty, sister.”

“Can you answer my questions? I know I’m pretty.”

The boy slowly nodded his head at my words.

“Jenas Igran.”

“Is that your name?”

He nodded slowly again at my question. Jenas Igran? He doesn’t seem to be an aristocrat, given that he doesn’t have a middle name.

“How did you get here?”

“I don’t know.”

That boy, Jenas, paused for a moment and then spoke again, “When I opened my eyes, I was here.”

It seems that it is his habit to pause talking in the middle.

‘Overall, there is nothing suspicious about his actions and words.’

When he opened his eyes, he was here. It is similar to our situation. I can’t believe that even a child was also dragged to this dangerous island.

“Who else? Were you alone all along?”

Jenas nodded slowly. “I am always alone.”

After answering like that, he paused again. He looked at me with a troubled face for a moment, as if worried about whether to bring it up or not.

“Tell me, what is it?”

“Everyone who came with me is dead, so I’m alone.”

“……what?”

It was a series of amazing stories.