"But there's really nothing to it." The pine board fell apart with an incredibly loud noise. The owner stared at the powdery remnants of the former board, mouth agape. The board had been layered above multiple boards, and it hadn't just broken--it had also damaged the boards beneath it. I turned my head to look … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (147)

"That's.....a secret. I'll tell you when we graduate." I narrowed my eyes at him. "What kind of magic did you put in this for you to hesitate like this?""I just told you that it's a secret." Cory laughed quietly before thinking about something. He went quiet. "If you want one hint, when I engraved the … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (146)

When you enter the club room, the first thing you notice is the smell of snacks. Then, when you turn your head, you're faced with the monster village, which takes up an entire wall. The monster village that we had created and hosted since the beginning of our school life almost perfectly mimicked the Augran … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (145)

I stretched my hand to close my empty black eyes, still facing the sky. Though, thank goodness my younger siblings didn't see me dying. No, was it actually unlucky that I wasn't able to see my younger siblings, my driving force, before I died? I had gained more information through the book and I didn't … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (144)

“And then I’m probably going to jot that down in my bucket list, huh.” That was how I had written “Get to 100 days with my boyfriend,” too–after being jealous of a passerby just like this. Thankfully, I had recently learned that it was all trash thanks to Eric. I actually felt pretty bad for … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (143)

Until now, I had only been looking at what had happened before I had died. Whenever I felt like my death was coming up, I replayed scenes from earlier in my life, far away from the time of my death. The reason why I didn't want to see when I died was simple. I was … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (142)

It seemed like I had fallen asleep while I had been looking through the memories of my past life. When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat. I woke up with a frown on my face--my mood wasn't too great, either. I had used the magic on the bench as soon as swordsmanship class … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (141)

I shook my leg underneath the desk as I waited for class to end. I unknowingly kept checking the time. As soon as class ended, I was going to run to my room and take another look at my memories of the past. I had told myself last night that my past life didn't have … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (140)

After almost an hour of wiping down the sword carefully enough not to break it, some strangely familiar patterns and appropriately placed multicolored jewels began to appear. Most of the jewels were dark, close to being black. I knew why the patterns felt familiar. The pattern that was engraved into the handle of the sword … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakgyo (139)

"If there's any white magic you want to use, tell me. There's a lot of cool ones." Swan's hand shone with bright, pearl-colored white magic. His arm was covered with suppression bracelets, but he still had so much magic left. I was so jealous. I couldn't even use the magic that I had because it … Continue reading I Don’t Want to be an Ojakyo (138)