Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Eve, hooked up to an oxygen respirator.
The executives from Haenam-pa watched her from outside, as she received intensive treatment in the medical ward. Their emotions were heavy and complicated.

“The End Point is truly terrifying. It’s trying to take even someone as good as her.” “I’m really sorry. I’ve owed so much to Eve, so many times.” “Why is everyone saying that? She’s not dead yet, is she? There must be a way!”

At Dashman’s desperate cry, women with tears in their eyes muttered “I can’t watch this anymore” as they left the medical ward. A kind, gentle, yet unexpectedly strong person now lying in a hospital bed, depending on machines to stay alive. The contrast between her vibrant form and the lifeless, mechanically-assisted existence was painful for anyone to see.

“Mother. Eve’s mother is in pain. Can’t she get better?” [She’s already at her limit.]@@novelbin@@

Hae-eung-eung placed her hand on the glass window of the hospital room, filled with mixed emotions.

[She’s been suffering from the End Point for a long time, weakening her body. Her health collapsed all at once.]

The warmth they had shared on the day Eve collapsed was now blocked by the cold glass wall, severed.

• Sister Hae-eung-eung.

The thought that Eve might call out with a smile made Hae-eung-eung’s heart ache even more.
On the rooftop of the ward, with a cigarette between her lips, someone approached with soft, almost fragile footsteps.