Chapter 108
As I watched all of that unfold, I could only form a faint smile in silence. My gaze softened slightly, my eyes following every small detail of the moment, as if afraid of missing something precious.
Slowly, my thoughts drifted back to A Silent Voice—a story that had long been etched into my mind.
A story that seemed simple on the surface, yet held an extraordinary depth of emotion within.
There was something different about it, something that felt more real compared to the other stories I had known.
About a girl with limitations, yet still able to touch the hearts of those around her in an unusual way.
About wounds that were not always visible, yet felt so real to those who experienced them.
Perhaps that was what bound me to it—not just the plot, but how the relationships between the characters felt alive—fragile, honest, and meaningful.
Every interaction carried its own weight, where each emotion felt sincere, never forced. The drama presented was not excessive; instead, it was precisely its simplicity that made everything feel much deeper.
Built slowly from old wounds, from regrets that never truly faded, and from a sincere desire to make things right, even if it was already too late, and because of that...
When I ended up in this world—as an orphan who grew up in an orphanage—and gradually realized that this was not just an ordinary world, but a connected one, a crossover world...
A strange desire began to grow within me, slowly but surely—a desire to change something, a desire to make sure that not everything had to end in regret.
The desire to help the characters I once watched in my previous life, if they truly existed in this crossover world, kept appearing in my mind every time I thought about that possibility, as if it had become an urge that was difficult to ignore.
Even though I myself was not sure how all of this could happen, that urge continued to grow stronger over time.
The reason was simple… or perhaps not that simple. At some point, anime had become a small part of my life that always managed to encourage me, even when I did not fully realize how much influence it had on my daily life, sometimes even making me rethink the meaning of entertainment itself.
When the world felt boring, when the days passed flatly without any clear direction, those stories were always there to add color, like a small pause that made the breath of my life feel a little lighter than usual.
Not merely entertainment, but something that quietly filled the emptiness, giving a warmth that was difficult to explain, as if there was another world always ready to welcome me when reality felt too quiet, even when I was not truly seeking an escape.
As if it were a temporary refuge from a reality that often felt too harsh to face alone.
On many long nights, I spent my time staring at the screen, immersed in the stories of others, and without realizing it, I gradually became attached—not only to the anime stories, but to the characters within them, to the point that I began to remember them even outside of watching.
So, if I had the chance to truly meet them in this world… to help them, even just a little, it would feel like a form of repayment that could finally ease my sense of guilt as someone who could only watch from afar.
Even though I knew it sounded excessive, that feeling still remained and was difficult to simply ignore.
As if I could finally give something in return, not just be a silent and helpless spectator, as if for the first time, I could truly take part in a story that I once could only watch without ever being able to touch it.
Even so… yeah, I have to admit, there's another reason—one that's far more personal, damn it…! Yaeko Nishimiya is truly beautiful and sexy, and I can't completely deny that it influences my thoughts every time I think about her.
It's not just ordinary beauty—there's the charm of a mature woman, a mother who has gone through many things, yet still maintains her elegance. It's as if every life experience she's had has only shaped her into someone with an even stronger, more undeniable presence.
Yaeko's body radiates a strong sense of confidence. Her movements are calm yet controlled, and there's a warmth that, strangely enough, feels real every time she's near me, as if her very presence alone can soothe the atmosphere without the need for many words.
Her figure isn't excessive, but that's precisely what makes her look natural and captivating. The way she stands, the way she walks, even the way she turns her head—everything about her carries its own kind of charm that's difficult to explain with simple words.
Without realizing it, my gaze often lingers longer than it should, noticing small details I shouldn't be paying attention to. And the most dangerous part… I'm aware of it, even though I still find it hard to simply look away.
Maybe… that's also one of the reasons why I want to help Yaeko's family so much. A reason that isn't entirely noble, but also not something I can hide, because in the end, I can only be honest with myself.
Then, if asked how I plan to heal Shoko Nishimiya… the answer is actually quite simple, even though the process behind it isn't as simple as most people would imagine.
I possess a Cursed Tool called the New Life Candy Tin, a tool that sounds trivial—almost ridiculous, just from its name—but within it lies a function far more serious than its outward impression suggests.
A small metal box that can be held in one hand, cold to the touch, with a plain surface lacking any striking decorations, as if it was intentionally made not to draw attention, despite its extraordinary function.
That box allows its user to utilize the Reverse Cursed Technique—or RCT—a technique that is extremely rare and difficult to master for most cursed energy users.
A technique that converts Cursed Energy into Positive Energy. That energy is then condensed, compressed, and manifested into a very simple physical form… candy—something that looks harmless, yet holds extraordinary healing power.
Each piece of candy carries healing energy in its purest form, as if life itself has been condensed into something small, sweet, and easy to consume—a simple concept, yet one whose impact surpasses the limits of logic as it is normally understood.
It feels like summarizing the body's natural healing process, then compressing it into a small object that can be held in the hand.
Each day, I can only create three pieces of candy—no more. That limitation isn't a coincidence or a flaw in the system, but rather a rule I deliberately embedded into the Cursed Tool itself, a safeguard I set in place to maintain balance between power and control so it wouldn't turn into a disaster in the future.
However, when the day changes—precisely at midnight—that number is restored, as if time itself becomes part of the tool's mechanism.
There's no sound, no special sign—just a subtle shift that feels like a natural "reset" of an unseen system that continues to operate silently.
The energy that previously couldn't be used to create more than three candies recovers once again, allowing the creation of three new candies without exception. And more interestingly… if there are still leftover candies from the previous day, they don't disappear.
Which means, the number of candies can continue to grow, gradually piling up from day to day—as long as I don't use them.
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