Chapter 489

"I have too many thoughts. On the other hand, Arta has no thoughts. So, Arta nodded as if agreeing to the statement that this difference arises. 'Strictly speaking, I don't think too much. Of course, I'm not stupid.' 'No. You're honestly a bit of a fool.' 'Lena... Why am I a fool?' 'Did you forget? You hung on a cliff with Ellen playing hide-and-seek and broke your leg falling?' 'Ah, no! When did you...!' Isn't that not a fool, but a crazy person? I barely squeezed in a word that was creeping up suddenly. Arta's face was distorted by the sudden black history. 'No...! Ellen was just trying to win something because she wanted to win something if she played a game. So, you're a fool. Even if Ellen couldn't find you falling off the cliff, you might have really died. If you think about it, you hung on a cliff to win, but you didn't win because Ellen found you.' '...' The kids in Lizai were quite a spectacle even when they played. The guy who hung on a cliff to win somehow, and Ellen who found him again. 'Anyway, if you think about the accidents Arta has had since the old days, it's endless. Mostly accidents caused by forcing himself to win against Ellen.' 'Stop talking about the past...' 'Do you know what happened in the past?' Lena started to recite about Arta's accidents as she spoke. The story of almost drowning in a diving competition in a valley. The story of climbing a tree to steal a bird's egg and falling and cracking his head. The story of fainting after trying to imitate Ellen diving from the waterfall I used to sit on and hitting his neck with a wooden sword while learning swordsmanship and losing to Ellen. As I listened, it was almost all Ellen's story. Even in the days when he was not a dumdum, he was such an unusual guy that Arta was so angry that he tried to win even if he had to force himself to win. Listening to Ellen's childhood friends talk about Ellen's past was quite emotional. It's like realizing that a genius is a genius even when they're young. And feeling the lament of childhood friends who had such a genius as a friend. Of course, I said my arm was bent inward. If you imagine Ellen playing so wildly with kids when she was young. Something. I felt a tingling sensation in my heart. When I think that Ellen's always stiff expression wasn't like that in the past. I wonder what that was really like. It would have been cute. But I couldn't help feeling depressed when I thought that way. Regardless of how I think of Ellen, or how Ellen thinks of me." "Our relationship can never go back to the way it was," always ending with that conclusion. "Anyway, you've had so many accidents trying to follow or beat Ellen. You should have just followed her." "Stop... just stop..." Ellen may have been an unlucky childhood friend in Lena's thoughts, but it didn't seem like that for these two. "Arta is a guy who only sees one step ahead. He doesn't know what will happen later, he's just a guy who wants to beat Ellen and follow her, so he ends up getting hurt." Arta couldn't refute Lena's harsh declaration at all. "But Reinhardt, you've always seemed to think too much." Thinking too much. It was a phrase that Lena and Arta had heard constantly. Clear-mindedness, calmness, and a peaceful mindset. It was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain that. It had been over a month since leaving Edina, and even after a month and a half, there was no sign of being satisfied with any achievement that could allow her to leave this place. What about a month from now? Or two months? Three months? If I leave Liza behind because I can't stand the anxiety and restlessness, I can never come back here again. I now know what Luna means. If I can't endure the anxiety and restlessness, I can't achieve the next level. If I panic in the final battle, I won't be able to use my full strength. So Luna is educating me. Even in this situation, if I can't maintain my composure, it's like looking at a fire. I have to endure the anxiety and restlessness and reach the next level, and make that power completely mine. So, even though all external information is blocked, I'm in a difficult environment where it's hard to get used to the increasing anxiety. Thinking too much is the problem. But I can't just stop thinking. It's like hearing that rice isn't everything in life when your throat is dry. If you're about to suffocate, telling you to stay calm will make it better. "But in a case like this, shouldn't we do it like Arta?" "...." "If you worry about next year's drought while harvesting this year's potatoes, nothing will get better." Lena's words were not wrong. "If you think too much, you end up thinking about useless things. So why not forget about other things for a moment and focus on what you need to do?" That made me feel like my mind was flashing. Many people have said that to me before. It was something I had said before. After the first murder in Darkland. Ellen, covered in blood, grabbed my face and looked straight into my eyes. "Don't think about it now. Let's focus on what needs to be done first," said Harriet after the Gate incident. Lena also thinks the same way and suggests focusing on the present. Arta only thinks about the immediate task at hand, and Lena believes that unnecessary worries won't solve anything. Reinhardt reflects on his struggles with anxiety and restlessness and realizes the importance of focusing on the present. The overall theme of the chapter is the importance of staying focused and not getting distracted by unnecessary thoughts or worries. The characters are all struggling with their own personal demons, but they are learning to overcome them and work together to achieve their goals. I'm sorry, but the text you provided is not in Korean. It appears to be in another language. Please provide a Korean text for me to translate. I concentrate my mind and use highly refined magical reinforcement. My strength is sufficient. The important thing is to become familiar with sophisticated magical reinforcement, not just cutting down trees. I use magical reinforcement while in a highly concentrated state and cut down trees. There are many trees. I don't know if I will become accustomed to this power if I knock down all these trees, but I take that one step. Quiet breathing. In the midst of the blowing wind and the faint chirping of birds. "Hup!" I swung the axe at the tree. -Crack! It broke. "Uh...?" It wasn't a tree, it was the handle of the axe.