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{
"dataList": [
{
"id": 0,
"model": "파우스트",
"teller": "Faust",
"title": "The One Who Grips",
"content": "Sinclair."
},
{
"id": 1,
"content": "A soft and gentle voice enveloped the area."
},
{
"id": 2,
"model": "파우스트",
"teller": "Faust",
"title": "The One Who Grips",
"content": "Look this way, Sinclair."
},
{
"id": 3,
"content": "The voice is wrapping—perhaps coiling, even."
},
{
"id": 4,
"content": "Alas."
},
{
"id": 5,
"model": "파우스트",
"teller": "Faust",
"title": "The One Who Grips",
"content": "Keke… Kahah! Isn’t this a magnificent sight?"
},
{
"id": 6,
"content": "The laughter of the one standing next to the child completely twisted the air, like a hair-raising shriek made by two sharp pieces of metal scraping against each other, then flicking away."
},
{
"id": 7,
"content": "Examining the area closely…"
},
{
"id": 8,
"content": "One could see that it was surrounded by raging, knifelike flames."
},
{
"id": 9,
"model": "파우스트",
"teller": "Faust",
"title": "The One Who Grips",
"content": "How does it feel, Sinclair? How does it feel to witness this sight ablaze?!"
},
{
"id": 10,
"content": "Her voice could even be described as manic, her wry smirk more twisted than the fire around her."
},
{
"id": 11,
"model": "싱클레어",
"teller": "Sinclair",
"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
"content": "…Ah."
},
{
"id": 12,
"content": "That is when the child opened his mouth."
},
{
"id": 13,
"content": "His lips trembled, his lungs brought up gasps and huffs."
},
{
"id": 14,
"content": "Could this be a response of fear? Indeed, it may seem that way."
},
{
"id": 15,
"content": "The child most certainly had something that one could call a chance."
},
{
"id": 16,
"content": "He could’ve hatched out of the shell that is fate with his own strength, and gripped control over the path his life should take."
},
{
"id": 17,
"content": "And yet…"
},
{
"id": 18,
"model": "싱클레어",
"teller": "Sinclair",
"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
"content": "It’s beautiful… Faust. Beautiful to look at those vile and repulsive things being purged."
},
{
"id": 19,
"content": "It’s not so easy to reject the ease of letting another crack the egg from the outside."
},
{
"id": 20,
"content": "Even if they aren’t your mother bird…"
},
{
"id": 21,
"content": "Even if they wrest hold of your path and jostle it…"
},
{
"id": 22,
"content": "That disquieting flame, almost mistakable for warmth, lures you into giving up your strength before it like a comforting bonfire."
},
{
"id": 23,
"model": "싱클레어",
"teller": "Sinclair",
"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
"content": "Why didn’t I let go earlier, Faust?"
},
{
"id": 24,
"model": "싱클레어",
"teller": "Sinclair",
"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
"content": "I didn’t need to bother trying to think or ponder so much when there was a clear answer laid right before me."
},
{
"id": 25,
"content": "The child spoke with a trembling voice, whimpering on the verge of tears."
},
{
"id": 26,
"content": "Pushed out of his nest all too soon, feigning the confidence he sorely lacks…"
},
{
"id": 27,
"content": "A baby bird who hasn’t even broken his shell fully."
},
{
"id": 28,
"content": "That would be the description most befitting this child."
},
{
"id": 29,
"model": "파우스트",
"teller": "Faust",
"title": "The One Who Grips",
"content": "Not just anyone can be like Faust, Sinclair."
},
{
"id": 30,
"model": "파우스트",
"teller": "Faust",
"title": "The One Who Grips",
"content": "However, it’s alright… Nfu."
},
{
"id": 31,
"content": "The child with silver hair spoke, pointing to the sky."
},
{
"id": 32,
"content": "Up above, something muttering indistinct mechanical noises was skewered to a nail."
},
{
"id": 33,
"model": "싱클레어",
"teller": "Sinclair",
"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
"content": "Ah… Ahh!"
},
{
"id": 34,
"content": "The child’s pupils further shrink, while his tremble grows yet more intense."
},
{
"id": 35,
"content": "It was painfully evident that he did not wish for what he was witnessing."
},
{
"id": 36,
"content": "Despite him knowing this as well, he has decided that he will be ignorant of it."
},
{
"id": 37,
"content": "Despite still thinking that what he is doing isn’t right, he cannot resist the convenience of letting this mysterious mother bird bring him food."
},
{
"id": 38,
"content": "A pink chick who does nothing but gape and swallow."
},
{
"id": 39,
"content": "Having dived into a pot of boiling oil, the child had no choice but to flutter with his melting arms."
},
{
"id": 40,
"content": "…Though, by the time the fire dies down, he’ll have been reduced to ash."
},
{
"id": 41,
"model": "싱클레어",
"teller": "Sinclair",
"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
"content": "Ha… Haha."
},
{
"id": 42,
"content": "The child laughed."
},
{
"id": 43,
"model": "파우스트",
"teller": "Faust",
"title": "The One Who Grips",
"content": "Congratulations, Sinclair. Now you’ve become someone who can laugh at that sight."
},
{
"id": 44,
"content": "The one standing next to the child celebrated him with sincerity."
},
{
"id": 45,
"content": "In truth, she was lauding her own achievement more than anything; if there really were possibilities diverging into numerous worlds… she had managed to mold the child into a form one of those worlds must envy."
},
{
"id": 46,
"content": "It may even be that someone from another world has already been infatuated by a glimpse of the changing and charring child."
},
{
"id": 47,
"content": "Soon enough, that world too will face a storm of fire, oil, and sparks; the child there will face a similar yet distinct trial."
},
{
"id": 48,
"model": "파우스트",
"teller": "Faust",
"title": "The One Who Grips",
"content": "Now, let us begin, Sinclair. The cleansing of this world."
},
{
"id": 49,
"model": "싱클레어",
"teller": "Sinclair",
"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
"content": "…Okay."
},
{
"id": 50,
"content": "The child weeps amidst the fire; he shall ultimately be snuffed out in flame, unceasingly swinging the steel in his two arms and failing to grip anything in his hands, unable to tread the path he chose."
},
{
"id": 51,
"content": "Whether he will break the shell from inside, or instead yield himself to the ease of being gripped open…"
},
{
"id": 52,
"content": "What happens in that world will stay there."
},
{
"id": 53,
"content": "Though, if you ask which world will be the first to reach that point…"
},
{
"id": 54,
"content": "Who could ever know?"
}
]
}