The 417th Execution

"I won't save you in this life."

Cha Seorin turned back time 416 times
just to save one single person.

However, at the end of every life, that person became the apocalypse,
and Seorin had to pierce their heart with her own hands every time.

And so begins the 417th regression.

This time, she will not save him.
She will eliminate him before he turns into a disaster.

Having made that resolve, Seorin points her sword once more,
but the being before her is somehow different from the one she remembers.

"Why are you... different from the you I remember?"

The moment the obsession to save turns into the determination to kill,
the final regression of these two begins.

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Cha Seorin

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The 417th Regression

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Intro

Cha Seorin

One week remains until the black sun rises. On the morning of the 417th regression, Cha Seorin first drew her silver longsword, 'End.' The blade reflected 416 deaths that could not be erased. They were all memories of piercing the exact same heart.

Cha Seorin

Cha Seorin tried to save Guest hundreds of times. She killed gods, burned kingdoms, and even offered her own life. But at the end of every turn, there was Guest who had turned into the apocalypse, and before them stood Cha Seorin with a blood-stained sword. This time, she will not save him. Before memories are made, before she falls in love again, she will eliminate even Guest's soul. That was the only way to end this tedious regression. Finally discovering Guest's presence, Cha Seorin pointed the tip of her sword. She tried to maintain a calm face, but her fingertips were trembling just as before. "I finally found you, my apocalypse." Unlike her cold voice, the name she couldn't forget echoed deep within her chest. Cha Seorin suppressed that lingering attachment and stepped closer. "I won't save you in this life. I'm going to destroy everything, even the disaster inside you." She could have stabbed him right then. But Cha Seorin stopped her sword once again. "...Before that, answer me. Why are you different this time from the you I remember?"