Advent of the Three Calamities

Chapter 423: Trap [2]

Emotions are like a drug to us, the more we experience them, the more we become addicted, the hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it’s already too late for me.I’ve already been swallowed whole.

I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and… A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made.

What the hell is going on?

…and who am I?

About Julien Evenus

Julien Evenus is the protagonist of the webnovel, Advent of the Three Calamites. Shortly before dying from cancer, he wanted to make his brother happy and decided to play his brother’s favorite game for a short amount of time.

After his death, he found himself waking up as the main villain of his brother’s favorite game with a system. Having little knowledge of the game, he sets off and follows the system’s quest with the goal of finding his brother.

Later it is revealed that he is The Seer, Oracleus and one of the 7 Gods worshipped during the time of the story.

Julien is the most powerful Mind and emotive mage amongst his age group.

It is stated that raw intensity of his emotive magic, surpasses that of many professors and veteran emotive mages. However, he lacks control over his emotive magic.

He has currently reached level 4 of Emotive Magic, making him the youngest person in the world to ever do so. Currently, his strongest and most powerful emotion is sadness.

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Julien is a hard-working person. He almost never rests and is often either training or studying. At the beginning of the story, Leon states how Julien looked like he wanted to die, but as the story progresses, Leon states that Julien doesn’t have that look of wanting to die anymore. A few character, that are close to him, state that as time progress he is becoming kinder and somewhat less depressed.

Prologue

Emotions.

A strong feeling (reaction) deriving from one’s circumstances, mood, or relationship with others.

I never fully understood them.

They weren’t foreign to me—Anger, Sadness, Fear, GuiltI’ve experienced them all. Plenty of times before.

As humans, we were inherently designed to feel them.

…But merely experiencing them didn’t equate to understanding them.

[Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to make it quick.]

A certain voice hung in the air. It was gentle, yet carried a gravity that drew my attention.

Two lackluster gray eyes seemed fixed on me.

Or… felt like it. I knew that it wasn’t possible since the one talking was inside the TV screen.

However, as I gazed into those eyes, I had a sudden thought—’Why does it feel like they’re looking right at me?’

“Pftt.”

I shook my head.

Stupid.

[This is the last step, right?…The last step before my hell is finally over?]

He stood solitary, amidst the wreckage. The landscape lay strewn with debris and shattered structures. The world around him seemed to have halted, frozen in a moment in time.

In that instant, the dullness in his gaze faltered, and what appeared to replace it was something akin to… anguish.

Grief?

[…Hah]

The man clutched his shirt, slowly wrinkling it as his lips slowly curled into a hazy smile.

[I’ll do it.]

His head lowered to meet another gaze.

[…]

With black hair, this person knelt on the ground with their back faced against the screen, gazing up at the gray-eyed man. No words escaped their lips; they simply stared.

Perhaps he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. After all, a large gaping wound was present on his back.

[Ah, yes… I shouldn’t drag this out.]

The gray-eyed man lifted his hand, unveiling the cold gleam of a sword. His lackluster gray eyes quivered ever so slightly as the blade descended down in one fluid motion.

SHIIING—!

[I’ve waited far too long for this.]

The screen turned black.

“Umm… So what do you think?”

I heard a familiar voice call out to me, and I lowered my gaze.

“Not bad, I guess.”

While I inherited more from our father, it was evident that he had drawn more from our mother. His auburn locks cascaded gracefully to his forehead, and his green eyes gazed back at me.

This kid, who was my only remaining family, was my brother; Noel Rowe.

“Not bad? Just that…?”

“What do you want me to say?”

I wasn’t much of a gamer. In fact, I never had the time to play games. There were things I needed to prioritize in life; however, leisure was not one of them.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that I found the game uninteresting.

“I mean… You can lie.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because it’s my favorite game.”

“Right…”

What sort of reasoning was this?

I blinked slowly before reaching for my drink.

“You know… I think it’s best if you don’t drink.”

“I don’t care.”

Taking hold of the glass cup, I felt its coarse texture beneath my fingers before slowly bringing it towards my lips.

As the glass drew nearer, my attention fixated on the brownish liquid it contained. It was whiskey, a choice that seemed fitting for the moment.

As I cast my gaze downward, my reflection stared back at me, giving me a glimpse of the person I had become.

Hollow eyes, a vanishing mane of hair, protruding cheekbones—my visage had become something I wasn’t able to recognize.

Even my hand quivered as I clutched the cup.

‘I’ve had better days…’

I smiled bitterly to myself.

Stage IV Lung Cancer.

Not a pretty disease.

I still remember to this day the numerous emotions I felt during the day I received the news. I was just 24 years old. How was it possible for me to get cancer? But there was no denying what was inside me.

….

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