"Damn it! He's got another car?" (A Male Voice)

"We can't let him get away." (???)

As if confirming his guess, he heard the voices of people chasing him from a closer distance than before. He immediately tried to step on the gas. But at that moment he realized he couldn't feel his feet. His body was already on the verge of collapse.

Raymond realized he couldn't take it any longer. He had a helpless smile on his face. A crazy plan formed in his head as he stepped on the gas with his left foot. In the next second, he turned the steering wheel and began to drive towards the nearby cliff. He was going full throttle.

He thought it was the only way to escape. In fact, there was no chance of escape. He could have surrendered, and then he would surely die. If he tried to escape, he would lose consciousness halfway through. The only option left was to throw himself off the cliff. If he was lucky, he could still breathe. But if he was unlucky, he would die.

'If I don't die today, my first job will be to find myself a girlfriend.'

His life had been difficult. Once he had a decent life, he only thought about making more money. But after all sorts of events, he now had nothing but a large debt. He decided that if he could get out of here, he needed to find a girlfriend. He wanted to have one of the relationships he always admired and then live a comfortable life.

That's why he made a promise to himself as he opened the door of the truck that fell off the cliff at full speed. He would find a girlfriend in the future.

He took off the gas mask covering his face as he waited for the right time to jump. He had a normal face that wasn't considered handsome. Overall it looked good. He was a green-haired teenager, slightly below average, at 178 cm. The only problem was the scar on his forehead, which was the same color as his hair. He wasn't sure how it was formed. More precisely, he has been like this since he knew himself.

He regulated his breathing and gathered all the remaining strength in his body. A melancholy expression appeared on his face. His eyes seemed to be smiling. The next second he jumped out of the vehicle.

"The boss is definitely going to kill me. Actually, this scumbag jumped off a cliff. Hey you..."(???)

The 'Awakened' chasing Raymond had come to the edge of the cliff. He was looking at the back of the pickup truck. As an 'Awakened' he was much faster than the others. Just as he was about to order those behind him to look for Raymond, he heard a distant explosion. The pickup truck, which had obviously fallen off the cliff, exploded.

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After jumping out of the vehicle, Raymond lost consciousness. After a while, he found himself in an old building. He was sitting on his knees on the floor of this dojo-like structure. Two men were chatting next to him. It felt strange. Wasn't he just jumping off a cliff?

'Oh, is this the old man's house? Is this my father? Who is next to him?'

But he soon realized that he was actually in the house he lived in when he was little. However, realizing this did not clear his confusion. He tried to move. But to his surprise, he actually couldn't. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even blink his eyes. He was trapped in a smaller body than usual. He tried not to panic, trying to digest what had happened.

'An old memory? But why am I seeing this? Also, I don't remember anything like that happening when I was a kid. Why?'

"Pochiro! It's like you said. Sometimes I can't control my body."(His father)

"It doesn't matter. Well, what does it say in the text?"(Pochiro)

Raymond's father grunted when he realized Phochiro wasn't paying attention to him. He had been like this before, but he felt miserable.

"Nothing much. He just mentioned some of his predictions. Also, you should remember that the article is very old. That's why there is a lot of nonsense in the article. There is not much consistency with reality."(His father)

"I know. You don't have to say it every time. Just tell me what it is."(Pochiro)

"Even if I am the translator, it is very difficult to translate this language. If I had not experienced the same situation, I would not have been able to understand most symbols at all. He wrote:"(His father)

Raymond tried to make sense of the conversation as he watched his father pull a piece of paper out of his pocket.

'The thing they call writing, what is it? Could they possibly be talking about the Breathing Techniques Handbook? But that book is easy to read.'

Raymond guessed it was the same book they were talking about, as he thought the only valuable piece of writing in his father was the one he had gifted Raymond. Meanwhile, Raymond's father had already begun to read the papers he had taken out.

"'The arms of my soul are escaping my body. Before I even think about moving, it's drawing the best path. ###, listen well. I never thought that this art I created to take control would take control of me. ###, I hope you destroy this cursed art. I don't have the courage to do it.' says." (his father)

"###, who is this?" (Pachiro)

"I don't know." (His father)

Meanwhile, Raymond was also confused. He was sure now that what he saw was a childhood memory. But he couldn't hear that '###' indicating someone's name. Instead, he was getting a sizzling sound.

'Or is it because I've completely forgotten that name? It has even disappeared from my subconscious.'

"I'm guessing ### may be his heir. He's probably a descendant. It's obvious that he has a lot of love for him."(His father)

"Okay, I'll look into it. But your job is to translate all these texts correctly. Are you sure that's all that's written?"(Pachiro)

"No. There are a few other symbols that I don't understand. Also..."(His father)

"Besides, what?" (Pachiro)

"'Open your soul!' He also wrote. But I didn't say it because I thought it was unnecessary."(His father)

"YOU! Every symbol and word there is so precious. How can it be useless? Even a single symbol can change everything. If you weren't the only one who could translate it, I would drown you there."( Pachiro)

"Anyway." (His dad)

Seeing Raymond's father's indifferent attitude, Pachiro was also very angry. He even stood up for a moment. He almost attacked Raymond's father. But he gave up. Instead, he took a deep sigh and left the room.

After watching Pachiro leave, his father patted Raymond's head. Raymond lifted his head and looked into his father's face. His father was looking at him with a warm smile. To an outsider, they would seem like a warm father and son.

Meanwhile, a sharp cold gripped Raymond. He shuddered. A leather-pricked wind swept away this ancient memory piece. Only darkness remained. Raymond was stunned.