Hiding a House in the Apocalypse

Unicorn: Just imagine for a second.

Unicorn: You had a sword.

Unicorn: A magical sword that could cut through anything. People praised me for having it. They admired me. They turned me into a hero. They gave me everything. Built everything for me. I could have whatever I wanted.

Unicorn: But what if…@@novelbin@@

Unicorn: What if that sword broke?

Unicorn: Or even worse, what if it felt like it could break at any moment? What should I do then?

There has never been a recorded case of an Awakened losing their powers.

At least, not while I was still active.

But Unicorn just admitted that she felt like her power was disappearing.

And I had nothing to say to that.

This was something outside my understanding—something I couldn't possibly do anything about.

But one thing was clear.

Unicorn: If that sword breaks, I could lose everything. Actually, even now… I feel uneasy. People are starting to doubt me. It happened when I appeared before the National Committee, too. To be honest, I think I might be in real danger.

Losing her power wasn’t just about comfort or privilege.

Falling from a great height is always more devastating than falling from a low one.

People without wings love to see those with wings fall.

They mock them. Stab at them with sticks. Laugh at their suffering.

It’s all just envy. Jealousy.

And Unicorn, who once soared high above everyone else, was terrified of falling.

She didn’t want anyone to see that her wings couldn’t fly anymore.

That was why Savior Na Hye-in locked herself inside.

She couldn’t imagine a life without her power.

She refused to.

And I understood.

Because once, I had been at the top, too.

Once, I had been the target of all the pointing fingers.

Even now, I was trapped in this execution ground called Outpost 328 because of the reputation my past had given me.

If anyone knew how this island of scavengers worked, it was her.

Maybe that was why she was so afraid of falling.

“······.”

I had to take a moment to think before responding.

On the side of my screen, my "Memo List" was still open.

• Holds a grudge because I didn't reply to their comment
• Repeatedly insults me for being a "game-anbun" (14 times)
• Says it's disgusting for a man to act cute online

The contrast between what was happening in my inbox and my reality was absurd.

I closed the memo tab.