#Episode 156
[The Wolf of Destruction protests vehemently, saying that this is foul play.]
[The owner of the ark that saved mankind asks the editor to explain what the current situation is.]
[The Immortal Sword Lord sighs.]
[The ancient god of war says this is not right and smashes the table in front of him.]
[The son of Dawn shouts, “Exile the man immediately.”]
Soon, all sound became inaudible.
Jinsong looked around. The office was still the same, but there was a small curtain surrounding it.
It’s almost like they’re isolating you.
Slowly the man pulls back his hood.
“Don’t be alarmed. I have only covered the eyes of the constellations and ascendants.”
The voice sounded very familiar.
And as soon as the man took off the mask he was wearing, Jinsong was very surprised.
The hand that was raised slowly goes down.
what.
Are you dreaming right now?
The man said.
“You never change, Sister.”
“……you…….”
“I’ve seen countless older sisters, and they’re always the same. My older sister tried to restore the broken world to its original state in some way.”
“… … What is this… … .”
“I’ve always pursued power, and the end result was… …most of the time the same. I’m glad it’s not too late ‘this time.’ I shouldn’t have interfered, but I did anyway. Don’t become someone’s incarnation.”
I didn’t understand.
Why on earth?
Is there ‘Jin Shi-hou’ right in front of me?
He was taller and bigger, but he was definitely Jin Shihou.
“… …Who are you?”
“[editor].”
“……what?”
“I was an awakened member of Star #200, and now I’m called an editor. My job is to help with editing. Is that important?”
It had to be important.
Jinsong felt it.
What would have happened if Jin Shihou had not been taken to Titan by the Six Paths Immortal?
If Jin Shihou had remained on Earth and become an Awakened One, what would have happened to him?
When one piece of history is disrupted among the countless branches of the world, it will flow in an unimaginable direction.
It’s the same thing.
Now, countless possible outcomes were right before my eyes.
“I’ll give you some advice. Don’t become someone’s incarnation. If you become someone’s incarnation, you either die or become a slave. Remember this, sister. It’s best to remain a thorough ‘irregular.’”
Slowly [the editor] puts on his mask and pulls his hood over his head.
“… … I hope I live long this time.”
The man approached. Jinsong couldn’t move.
A man with the face of Jin Shihou stroked Jin Songyi’s head.
“You can’t save everyone, sis.”
“… … You, are Shihu?”
“That name was used, thousands of years ago.”
“… … .”
“My sister is not my ‘real’ sister, but we share the same soul. That’s why I always have moments like this whenever ‘Earth’s Story’ progresses. And these moments are the moments that move me when I was still.”
“… … .”
“It was nice meeting you. See you next time.”
That was the end.
Her hair sticks up behind her as if it had been swept by a strong wind.
The man in front of me disappeared.
He disappeared, leaving only a message saying, “See you next time.”
The small curtain that covered the office also disappeared.
Messages from the constellations come.
What on earth were we talking about?
And so on.
Jinsong did not answer.
With a serious expression, he just sits there thinking.
Not long ago, Jinsong had been investigating a man named ‘Jeichucheonmawang’ who killed elves in Japan.
[Editor] I just met.
Jin Shi-hoo of Star #200.
He is the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.
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Star #12.
Commonly known as Earth-12.
The Colosseum in Italy was noisy again today, as if it were packed with people who had come to see a performance.
Things are flying here and there. Some people are drinking, some are smoking, and in the corner, some are throwing punches.
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Their gazes, which seemed overly free-spirited, were directed at the three men standing on the Colosseum stage.
“Okay! Now let’s get started! Everyone focus.”
As if it were a lie, the surroundings became quiet.
A Western man in a suit pointed to one side of the Colosseum stage.
It was empty.
But everyone around them had an expectant look on their faces as if they knew what was going to happen next, their eyes focused on the empty stage and their ears focused on the Western man.
The man shouted.
“I am Thor, the custodian of star #1911 and the constellation [Lightning that Shatters the Sky], the god of thunder!”
Urrrr.
A man fell from the sky with a loud thunderous noise.
The man had a burly body and was wearing golden armor and a helmet that looked unusual at first glance.
Also, he was holding a hammer in his hand with a strange pattern drawn on it. That was Thor.
Thor, the god of lightning in Norse mythology.
This time the Westerner pointed in the opposite direction of Thor.
“The man who was the custodian of star #1692 and the faithful hound of the Ascendants, and the 66,666th constellation with a whopping 5 symbolic ‘6s’!”
The Westerner, or the host, continued speaking with a broad smile on his face.
“Lee Myung [the one standing in the heavens of the devil]! I am Cheonma Ju Seong-cheol!”
It was completely different from Thor’s appearance.
He walked in on foot through a side door in the corner of the Colosseum.
Every time he walks in, boos erupt from all around.
Joo Sung-chul, who was being booed by ‘hundreds of thousands’ of people, looked at a certain part of the audience with a dissatisfied expression.
There was Jin Shi-hoo, sipping wine.
His mouth moves.
Just by looking at the shape of his lips, Joo Sung-chul understood what it meant.
‘Do your best. I trust you.’
Suddenly, my eyebrows furrow.
On Star #12, which arrived ‘5 days ago’, Joo Sung-chul could not have even imagined that he would be like this.
… … How did it end up like this?
#Chapter 2
Star #12.
Jin Shi-hoo, who had moved there, was greatly surprised by the sight that unfolded before his eyes.
It had to be that way.
Jin Shi-hoo was now in South Korea.
That is also Gwanghwamun Square in Seoul, South Korea.
The statue of Admiral Yi Sun-sin standing there clearly proves that Qin Shihou’s thoughts were not wrong.
I had this thought for a moment.
‘Did I use the moving stone incorrectly?’
It makes sense if you used the moving stone to star #2403, not the moving stone to star #12.
But Jin Shihou is not a fool and would never make such a mistake.
I broke the moving stone that clearly had #12 written on it.
Jin Shi-hoo asked Zhou Sheng-cheol, who was standing next to him.
“Explain it.”
“There are many stars in the universe.”
“so?”
“From the current point of view, the ‘Earth’ that my lord remembers, the star ‘Varga’ that is very rich in mana and highly developed in terms of magic, and, to borrow the language of Earth, the star ‘Jungwon’ where people like me from oriental fantasy novels are abundant. These three star formations are the main stages where the story of the stars progresses.”
Earth. Varga, Central Plains.
Jin Shihou gestured as if telling him to continue.
“Regardless of the stage of the main story or the stage of the sub-story, if [the editor] does not intervene, the star will flow as much as possible according to the history of the original stream. I have been to exactly 129 ‘Central Plains’ so far, and there is a huge evil organization called the Demonic Cult, and there are the Sapa and the Jeongpa, and the usual names are the Sachunmaeng and Jeongcheonmaeng, but sometimes the names change. The Sado Alliance, the Sado League, the Murim Alliance, and the Jeongui League. Barga is similar. The history of all those stars is the history of the original stream. The same goes for Earth.”
Jin Shihou pointed to the statue of Yi Sun-sin with his finger.
“It’s the same question I asked when I saw the Statue of Liberty in #875. Why is it here?”
Joo Sung-cheol wasn’t stupid. He quickly figured out what Jin Shi-hoo meant.
“… … Among the managers of the stars, there are many who have bad tastes.”
“That’s the result?”
“yes.”
“The star I was on was star #2403.”
“That’s right. It’s also Earth-2403.”
“But isn’t star #12 a very distant past?”
“… … That’s right. Just looking at the numbers, it’s at least several thousand years old, maybe even tens of thousands of years old.”
“But why is there still a statue of Yi Sun-sin? When I looked around, it was no different from where I was.”
He looked around the Zhou Shengcheng Railway. Then he sighed as if he felt really sorry and said to Jin Shihou.
“As I said before, there are managers who have bad hobbies.”
“Did you do a reset?”
To be honest, I said it as a joke. But Joo Sung-chul’s expression as he listened and answered was serious.
“yes.”
“……huh?”
“That’s right. Resetting.”
“… … .”
“The three characteristics mentioned above, Earth, Varga, and Central Plains, are also the characteristics of the star. There are administrators who try to change the characteristics of the star, and when human civilization reaches a certain point, there are those who destroy that civilization and then create a new civilization.”
Jin Shi-hoo listened to Zhou Sheng-cheol’s story in silence.
I understand it. It is not the [Editor] who manages the reset star, but the [Administrator] who reset it. If the Administrator does nothing, the history will be similar to the original history of star #2403.
In common parlance, it means that, like a god, one can create history to suit one’s taste.
“The ‘achievement points’ that the general constellations and ascenders have are vastly different. The difference between stars that ascenders directly manage and stars that they don’t is stark. Dead stars, living stars. This is a lower star managed by the ascender [Plati]. Since ascenders have enough points to buy hundreds of [Reset Tickets] sold in the achievement shop… … .”
“What year is it now here?”
It was a horse that had stopped talking, but it didn’t matter.
He answered right away.
“I’m sorry… …. Since the moment I went to star #875, I was stripped of my qualifications as an Awakened, so I cannot converse with other constellations.”
After hearing that, Jin Shi-hoo grabbed a person walking around and asked him. After hearing the answer, Jin Shi-hoo made a face as if he was dumbfounded.
“This is 2037?”
“… … The time zone is similar.”
It was at that moment that Jin Shi-hoo let out a sigh and took a cigarette out of his bosom to smoke it.
Stop.
Jin Shihou turns his head while maintaining that posture.
There were people protesting at Gwanghwamun Square.
I can hear them shouting.
“Salvation Guild, withdraw the motion! Withdraw it!”
“The future of the Republic of Korea is decided by the people!”
“Withdraw! Withdraw!”
Jin Shihou turned his head.
I didn’t mishear.
Salvation Guild.
It was clearly a salvation guild.
“… …There’s a Salvation Guild here too?”
“… … I’m telling you this just in case, even if you meet someone you know here, it won’t be someone you know.”
“But you say it’s a parallel universe? Wouldn’t it be somewhat similar?”
No matter how much [editors] make history, that history is ultimately made because there are people who do it.
[Editors] can become the king of a country, or Buddha or Jesus, but they cannot fill all those roles.
It is the providence of the stars, and the providence of the universe.
