The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 141: Trial (4)

And the door of the house next door covered with numerous flyers.

I tore off the flyers and tape stuck to the door and opened it.

“Grandma!”

The smell of fermented soybean paste.

The smell of my grandmother and grandfather.

The smell of old side dishes.

The smell of naphthalene.

The smell of bleach.

The smell of the side dishes we ate yesterday.

The smell of an old diaper.

The smell of feces smeared on the wallpaper.

And the faint smell of fabric softener.

I didn’t like these complicated smells.

Along with that...

“Mom!”

“It’s not Grandma, it’s Noah’s mom who lives next door.”

“Mom!”

The voice of the neighbor’s grandmother was loud, crackling with age.

Her dentures missing, and yet her voice was incredibly loud.

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I was scared of her voice.

“Noah, leave the side dishes and go home. I’ll have to clean first.”

I followed my mom’s gaze as she sighed and looked around the room.

Tissues piled here and there, stained clothes.

Rolled-up diapers and full trash bags.

Our side dish containers scattered on the table.

A bottle of sesame oil with the shape of a soju bottle.

A chamber pot filled to the brim, almost spilling over.

Cans filled with used oil.

And a family photo, roughly taped together, stained with filth.

“...Ugh. Let’s do it together.”

“No, Noah, just go home—”

“If Mom does it alone, it’ll be hard.”

“Ah, it’s fine, Mom always does this, so it’s okay.”

“Even if you always do it... all work is hard. So, let’s do it together.”

Ignoring Mom’s protests, I stepped into the mess.

I held my face stiff as I walked into the kitchen, breathing in the stronger smells.

Creeeek—

The cockroach, so big it made noise as it moved, hid under the fridge.

“Ugh...”

Swallowing the fear creeping up my spine, I tiptoed and placed the side dish containers on the cleanest spot I could find.

Then I rushed over and stuck to Mom’s side.

“Do I just put it here?”

“Yeah, since I’ll have to organize the fridge later, I’ll do it after.”

Mom gave my backside a light tap, then took a breath and opened the door where Grandma’s calls were coming from.

Peering into the room through the slowly opening door, I immediately turned my head and fought the rising nausea.

“...Noah, do you want to go home?”

“Phew... Ah, no. I’ll wait.”

“...Okay. Let’s finish quickly and go home.”

“Yes...”

After confirming Mom had entered the room and closed the door, I put on the plastic gloves I had brought from home and began picking up the scattered trash.

I moved quickly, cautiously avoiding the cockroaches that might pop out.

About 15 minutes later...

I began to smell something burning.

At first, it was a familiar scent from the neighborhood, so I thought little of it, but...

It grew stronger, filling the whole house.

Mom kept the door shut, and I guess she couldn’t smell it due to the stench inside the room.

I’m certain it’s something inside the house...

I stopped cleaning and walked around, checking the gas.

I turned off the valve and checked the wires.

I tracked down the source of the smell.

The laundry on the balcony was # Nоvеlight # burning.

And cigarette ash rolling around beside it.

I immediately ran to the kitchen, filled a bucket with water, and dashed back to the balcony.

I poured the water on the fire—

Confirmed it was completely extinguished, then checked if the fire had spread anywhere else.

I peeked out at the balcony and looked up at the upper floor.

An ashtray piled high, and a bottle of brownish water.

As expected... it was a cigarette butt that had fallen from that ashtray.

“...I should tell Dad.”

That guy on the 6th floor has been causing trouble with the cigarette smell, and I hope he gets scolded for it.

Of course... it might be hard for him to go down just to smoke, but he should still think of others.

I thought quietly while collecting the burned laundry.

It really is a relief.

“Ugh, that cocky bastard.”

“How did it go, honey?”

“Same as always... he says he’ll control himself for now, but in three days, he’ll be back, puffing away in his room.”

“Ugh... I hope not.”

Mom sighed, and as her breath turned white, Dad noticed her outfit, startled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly led her back into the house.

“Sweetheart, you must be cold. Let’s go inside and talk.”

“Yeah, sure. We need to eat dinner too.”

Mom followed his hand inside.

The moment the door clicked shut, Dad sighed heavily.

“By the way, if it weren’t for Noah, we could’ve had a real problem. If that used oil caught fire...”

“...But why does the neighbor’s grandma have a chicken shop oil drum?”

“Grandpa does waste oil collection. She probably left it there for a bit... I’ll have to tell her about it sometime. It’s dangerous.”

Mom answered instead of Dad, scribbling a note on a small Post-it and sticking it to the door.

“Can you help move it later?”

“Of course, I’ll help.”

Dad nodded willingly, his arm around both Mom and me, smiling brightly.

A small box in Dad’s pocket poked me in the arm.

A ring... he came to get it.

After dinner and a shower,

I went to my room as usual and turned on the computer.

Naturally, I opened Black Sun.

I didn’t log in as the character with the greatsword.

Instead, I logged in as a different character and started a raid.

I barely finished the raid in time before stamina reset, then happily shut off the computer and lay down on the bed.

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On the morning of a special day.

I woke up.

Saw Dad off.

Saw Mom off.

Turned on the computer.

Logged into Black Sun.

On our wedding anniversary,

We went to the all-you-can-eat meat place we always go to.

Ate, took photos,

Had fun,

Happy.

Came back home.

I turned on Black Sun.

On my finger was a ring with a silver-white band and a blue cubic stone shining brightly.

On an ordinary clear day.

I said goodbye to Dad as he left.

Said goodbye to Mom as she rushed out.

Turned on the computer.

Logged into Black Sun.

The silver ring on my hand felt irritating.

On an ordinary clear day.

I said goodbye to Dad as he left.

Said goodbye to Mom as she rushed out.

Turned on the computer.

Logged into Black Sun.

The silver ring on my hand felt irritating.

On an ordinary clear day.

I said goodbye to Dad as he left.

Said goodbye to Mom as she rushed out.

Turned on the computer.

Logged into Black Sun.

The silver ring on my hand felt irritating.

On an ordinary clear day.

I said goodbye to Dad as he left.

Said goodbye to Mom as she rushed out.

Turned on the computer.

Logged into Black Sun.

The silver ring on my hand felt irritating.

On an ordinary clear day.

I said goodbye to Dad as he left.

Said goodbye to Mom as she rushed out.

Turned on the computer.

Logged into Black Sun.

The silver ring on my hand felt irritating.

Today was the day I died.

I wiped the white jar clean.

Wiped the photos in the faded frame.

Put on the tie.

And hung myself under the light.

The tie tightened around my neck, choking the life out of me.

The silver ring on my hand felt irritating.

The tie around my neck choked the life out of me.

The name of the irritating silver ring came to mind.

Rubia.

Noah. You are not a character in a game.

“Hey, wake up... What? You’re up early?”

The face of a man entered as he opened the door.

Though he wasn’t my biological father,

He was the one who felt more like a real father than anyone.

Always cool,

Dependable,

He believed in me.

My dad.

“If you’re up, hurry up and come out. We need to do it before Mom comes back.”

“...Yes.”

“...What’s up with you? Listening without a fuss?”

“It’s because it’s your anniversary. Mom and Dad... 20th anniversary.”

“That’s sweet, but no allowance.”

His harsh words were softened by the smile on his face, so warm it almost broke my heart.

“Yes. Hehe.”

“Hurry up. I’ve got the soup ready. I put in a ton of brisket secretly while Mom’s out, so let’s eat before she comes back.”

“Okay.”

Dad’s big hand reached out to me.

A big hand.

Calloused and scarred.

Ugly, but heroic hands that save people.

I grabbed that hand tightly and stepped into the living room.

And so,

The happiest,

Most miserable,

Unforgettable day of my life,

Began.