Lived too long? It was the artisans around them that became enraged at Jaehwanâs words.
âHow dare you?!â
But Meikal was calm. He was deep in thought at those words.
ââŠWhat do you mean?â
Jaehwan did not answer him outright.
âUse your skill again.â
Meikal stood up and followed what Jaehwan told him to do. He held the chisel and the hammer and tapped on the horn. Once, twice, and a third time. Jaehwan stopped Meikal and asked, âWhat did you see?â
ââŠWhat?â
âWhen you used the skill, what did you see?â
Meikal became confused but Jaehwan shook his head.
âLook closely and do it again.â
Meikal used the skill again. His ears were filled with the message saying âSkill Failedâ. He ignored the message and glared at the point where he had used the skill, but he couldnât see anything. All he saw was the hammer and the chisel.
âYes, you will see that kind of thing.â
ââŠAre you joking with me?â
Meikal almost threw the hammer at Jaehwan out of rage. Jaehwan asked, âDo you know how the chisel and the hammer manage to work on the horn?â
Meikal pondered and answered, âThe [Craft] skill worksâŠâ
Jaehwan shook his head.
âI asked you the wrong question. Let me ask you again.â
Jaehwan looked straight at Meikal, found the right words, and asked, âDo you know how your [Craft] skill works?â
Meikalâs face turned grim.
âYoung man, do you know what youâre talking about?â
Meikal seemed angered.
âDo you want to know how the skill works?â
There were countless skills, but all skills were based on another. The skills of the origin. The [Craft] of [Nightmare] was one of those kinds of skills. They existed way before any other skill. They existed before the world even came into existence. At least that was what everyone living in the thought.
How could a human explain the origins of such an existence? And what was the point of doing that?
Jaehwan nodded.
âRight. So you do not know what exactly you are doing and just kept on using your skill.â
Meikal gritted his teeth. Jaehwanâs words had injured his pride.
ââŠThe spiritual power empowers the hammer and the chisel and wields the power to work on the horn. Thatâs probably how the skill works.â
âReally? If itâs that simple, then why canât anyone else use it?â
âThatâsâŠâ
It was simply because they did not learn the skill. Meikal tried to answer, but held back. It didnât make sense. If how the skill worked was that simple, then it did not make sense that one needed to learn the skill to use it.
âYou donât know your skill, but youâre using it.â
Meikal started to hate the man. No one knew about how the [Craft] skill worked and this man was insulting him just because of it.
âYou sound like you know how it works.â
âYes. I found out just now.â
âWhat?â
Jaehwan then touched the horn with his hand. The surface swirled as if it was reacting to his touch. In the next moment, something unbelievable happened in front of Meikal.
âH-how did you use [Craft]âŠ?!â
Jaehwan cut the horn with his finger as he ran it along the white marking. Meikal became dazed. He felt his legs losing strength and slumped to the floor. He was filled with jealousy and despair.
ââŠWha-what are you? How did you earn such blessings and talent?â
âItâs not a talent,â Jaehwan answered firmly.
âLook again closely and tell me what you see.â
Meikal looked at Jaehwanâs fingertip again. The particles that his finger touched were dug up as if something had eaten them.
ââŠThe particles are being destroyed?â
Jaehwan shook his head. Meikal focused closer.
âIt wonât be easy. Your hard work has made your âworldâ more durable.â
Jaehwan was correct. Even when Meikal was watching with his own eyes, he didnât fully trust Jaehwan. He was blinded by the suspicion that he was being cheated on. There was his distrust toward the young, and his stubbornness for his work. The product that he strengthened over the years werenât his skills, but his pride.
âYour work itself wasnât wrong.â
âThenâŠâ
âIf you tried that much, you mustâve realized it by now.â
The parts of the horn where Jaehwanâs finger touched were destroyed.
âIf trying that hard did not work, itâs this world that is wrong. Not you.â
âB-butâŠâ
Meikal couldnât understand. How was that possible? Meikal thought about the days when he first learned the [Craft] skill. His young days were full of uncertainty. He believed that he could become like a [Nightmare] one day, but he was full of doubt. He wasnât sure that doing the same thing that a [Nightmare] did could advance him beyond those [Nightmares].
Meikal eventually decided to just try harder. He used the skill over and over again. He tried so hard that he couldnât even think. After pushing himself and being rewarded with a sense of achievement, he forgot about his doubt. However, it was natural as his success rate increased as his skill improved. It was the world that rewarded him for his effort.
That was how he got here.
There was no other way and his only way was now blocked.
ââŠThis world is wrong?â
Meikalâs voice became heavy, âAnd what do you propose that I do?â
It was the voice of his 150 years of hard work.
âYou want me to fight the world?â
Jaehwan looked at Meikal. It was the old manâs eyes who were betrayed by the world he believed in, but he still could not abandon it.
ââŠYou may be old, but you can still fight it.â
Meikalâs eyes shook.
âLook again closely. Donât rely on anything else. Just use your eyes.â
Meikal understood what he said. Jaehwan was telling him to throw away all the knowledge he had learned, and all the skills that he knew. Reject everything that he had built up over all these years. However, Meikal became curious about what he would see. Maybe it was only the part of his youth that was left in him.
Meikal forgot about the skill.
It was hard to break from the binding that restricted him, but he did not stop. He focused on Jaehwanâs fingertip. He tried hard to see what he had missed. Jaehwan picked up the hammer and chisel and the [Craft] skill shone at the end of it.
After multiple taps, Meikal felt his spirit disintegrating. All his logic and senses were broken apart. Then he felt something being destroyed and a new truth came into him.
Then he felt that he saw something that he had never seen before. He closed his eyes to shut it out, but he knew. The world he had lived in was now gone. Now, he was stepping into a new world.
There was a horn in front of him.
Yet it was not a horn. It was a giant monster as tall as a fortress wall with many sharp teeth and spikes protruding from its body. Meikal shuddered and watched on.
He had been facing such a thing until now. He was using his puny skill against such a monster.
He looked around and there were dead bodies near the area where the artisans were standing. Their skin was rotten and their eyes were full of maggots. Meikal felt like he was going to lose his mind.
Then there was Jaehwan.
With his hammer and chisel, he was facing the monsters without any skills.
The monster attacked Jaehwan and he attacked back. The monster screamed and spat blood out from its body, but it didnât seem to be bothered. It was enjoying it. The dead bodies around them cheered, uncertain if they were cheering for Jaehwan or the monster. Among such chaos, Meikal was dazed and afraid.
âThis man⊠was he always looking at such a world?â
The world beyond skills, status, or levels. Nothing was hidden so it was vulgar, but it was an honest world. Meikal was afraid, yet thrilled.
This was the World after the Apocalypse.
How could this world exist? And how did that man not go mad?
Meikal then locked eyes with Jaehwan. Jaehwan looked like an ordinary man in this world. He was no hero or savior of the world. He was just a common man. The only thing he had was the courage to not give up on this world. Meikal then understood Jaehwanâs madness. His loneliness. His sadness. He understood and knew that no one could fully understand Jaehwan.
The horn âlookedâ at Meikal.
-You cannot come here.
The fear of the worldâs rejection. Meikal stepped backward in fear. There was nowhere to go. The monster approached with his large mouth wide open. The inside was filled with dead bodies and Meikal saw his reflection in the monsterâs giant eyes.
âHow⊠how can I⊠in this worldâŠâ
That was what Meikal thought before the monster ate him. Almost.
Jaehwan frowned and pulled Meikal out. Jaehwan wiped off his sweat and spoke.
âGet yourself together.â
âUghâŠâ
âDid you forget that weâre in process of working? Help me out.â
Meikal faced the monster again. With Jaehwanâs hand on his shoulder, Meikal gained courage. Courage to face the world without any skills. Courage to walk along a path he had never taken before. Courage to take the step that he could have taken a long time ago.
Then his hand became covered in flesh. The veins appeared within, and new blood flowed. His heart pounded, and his sight cleared. He felt his body was filled with energy, just like in the days of his youth.
He charged at the monster, toward the Garnakâs horn.