What Can Corsola Do?

Mt. Silver.

In front of a cave.

Shari got off his motorcycle and silently lit himself a cigarette.

When he was young, he had actually hated smoking. He felt it would only ruin his body, bringing a hundred harms and no benefits.

But at some point, as he realized the burdens on his shoulders were growing heavier and the pressure greater, he had begun seeking out this thing his seniors called a miracle stress reliever.

And there had been no turning back.

The heavy responsibilities from his superiors and the incomprehension and resistance of his subordinates were all reasons for Shari to keep smoking one cigarette after another.

It was as if, when the smoke and all those harmful substances passed through his lungs, the slight buzz in his mind told him that everything happening before him had nothing to do with him.

But smoke would eventually be exhaled, and his mind would eventually calm down.

The mountain called reality would crush Shari's body again.

And at times like this, Shari made the choice to—

Keep the cigarette in his mouth, shoulder the mountain, and keep moving forward.

"I don't need to call you out, do I?"

Shari called out loudly, his deep male voice carrying into the cave. Yet instead of watching the cave, he fixed his eyes on the smooth rock wall beside it.

But as though he were merely talking to himself, he received no response. The area around him was deathly silent.

Shari chuckled twice. He did not leave, instead leaning against his motorcycle and continuing to smoke without a word.

By the time he lit his third cigarette, the smooth rock wall beside the cave finally reacted.

Blue light enveloped the wall, forming an irregular circle across its surface. Then, like a hidden passage from