#Episode 22
“As far as I can remember, you never shed a tear. But as I lived, I came to realize that you didn’t shed tears, but you expressed your sadness in other ways.”
“… … .”
“What more feelings could there be in a book written with tears?”
Jin Shihou said it casually.
“I’ve never cried while writing.”
“But you must have cried inside. Don’t you know that I don’t know you?”
“I don’t think you know. You were acting weird when I first saw you.”
“There’s a aftertaste.”
The man and woman looked at each other for a moment. Then they laughed.
Jinsong asked.
“So, what are you going to do now? Are you really going to catch all those so-called apostles?”
“I have to catch him. But looking at the situation now, it seems like they’ll come forward even if I don’t.”
I was going to tell you that story anyway.
“If you’ve read my journal, you’ll know. When we first landed on Titan, there was a guy who sold us to the Holy Empire. We started out as slaves thanks to that bastard. That was John Marcel.”
“… … That ‘trash’?”
Jin Shihou nodded.
In the diary, some people are mentioned by name, while others are not. John Marcel is not mentioned by name. To be exact, he is referred to as trash. It makes sense. John Marcel was torn to pieces by the people afterwards.
In terms of timing, it’s only been a week since we fell to Titan.
John Marcel was dead in it. He was a person who didn’t leave much of an impact, so there was no need to leave his name in the diary. Why would a diary be a diary?
Jinsong was silent for a moment and became lost in thought.
The world was wide. Should I say I was a frog in a well?
I didn’t think I was weak, but I was defeated so easily.
So that’s what I decided.
Jinsong is thinking of going up to Seoul. Seoul is big. Unique Awakeners can grow continuously. Not only A-class gates, but S-class gates appear much more frequently than in other regions. Even the SS-class gates that appear occasionally are mostly concentrated in Seoul.
I’ve been so lazy lately.
Should have taken the initiative. Past promises? What good is that? Political pressure? Political interests? Just ignore them.
I wanted to remain a good person. As I wore the title of hero, I became too familiar with the word sacrifice.
As for playing around, this is enough.
Jin Shihou’s appearance further stimulated Jin Songyi’s desire.
Jinsong asked.
“Do you want to come up to Seoul?”
“seoul?”
“The 200th Apostle left a lot behind while pretending to be you. It would be a waste to just throw it away.”
“Did he earn all that?”
“That’s not it.”
“Okay then. It’s money that my sister earned through her sweat and tears. How could I use it? I have a conscience.”
Jinsong was silent for a moment. She understood. Originally, Shihoo was that kind of person.
The 200th apostle was a very passive man.
To be precise, I would say he is a passive man who wants to appear active.
He received everything Jinsong gave him.
He said he would become a writer, insisting on being a useless person, but in reality, he lived off of everything Jin Song-i had.
There was a huge sense of dissonance between the apostle and Jin Shihou in front of him. That has now been resolved.
This is different.
Yeah, my brother was like that.
Jinsong smiled softly.
“If it’s okay, can I make a suggestion?”
“What suggestions?”
“You, don’t you want to be a writer?”
It was very unexpected. At least that’s what Jin Shihou thought.
“What kind of writer am I?”
“When you were young, you said you wanted to write, that you wanted to be a writer. A genre novel writer at that.”
He scratched his chin.
I’m sure there was a time when I did. There were many novels that I really enjoyed reading when I was young. I read the biggest hits in the genre novel world, including The Youngest Son of a Writer, and I developed my own dreams while reading them.
However, the decisive moment when I decided to become a novelist was when I read the novels ‘Returnee’s Life White Paper’, ‘The Youngest Son of a Marquis’, and ‘The Return of the God of War’.
While reading this, I thought, ‘I could write better than this if I wrote it myself.’ But that was also the case in the end.
“That was a long time ago.”
“It wasn’t that long ago.”
“It’s a long time ago for me. Ten years, they say ten years, but the time I actually experienced wasn’t ten years. You saw it in my diary.”
“… … ‘Haim tribe’, that?”
Titan is home to many different species.
Among them is a race called the Haim, a very small race, almost like miniature humans.
Considering that the height of a Haim tribe adult is only 40cm when fully grown, it would be fair to say that they are very small.
The Haim tribe are a people who use magic, and among their forbidden secret arts is something called the ‘Room of Time’.
It is a magic technique where the soul is moved to a space of nothingness while leaving the body intact, and the soul is refined there.
It’s very simple, but why is this secret technique taboo?
It was simple. Activating the spell was no problem, but there were too many people who went crazy during the process.
In terms of numbers, 99 out of 100 people fail. That’s a 1 percent chance, but it’s not even 1 percent.
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All kinds of races, from dragons, which are called the strongest race, to half-dragons, etc., belong to the 99.
It’s a very dangerous sorcery.
“As far as I know, only six people, including me, have escaped the Time Chamber in the entire history of Titan. As for the time I felt inside, I don’t know. I still don’t remember the details. I think it was at least a few hundred years, but I don’t remember anything more than that.”
Jin Shi-hoo paused for a moment, then tapped his head with his index finger and continued.
“I think my mind has closed. I think I’ve seen the end, but I don’t know. It’s just that much time has passed, and I’m a genre novelist.”
But Jinsong wasn’t stupid.
It may seem like a sudden suggestion, but it was made after much thought, Jin Song-i continued.
“What if we adapted that diary into a genre novel?”
I thought I misheard.
“……what?”
“Did you know that the apostle who was replacing you was a genre novelist?”
“More or less.”
“Try it once. Tell the world your story that I don’t know.”
Jin Shihou looked at Jin Songyi with a strange expression.
What is this?
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, your sister is always sincere.”
“But I don’t have the talent to write like that.”
“Talent, won’t it improve if you keep using it? If you want, I can even find a ghostwriter for you.”
“… … .”
“And that guy, Apostle, his writing is so bad. He’s not even above high school level. You’re different.”
Jin Shihou was seriously worried. Jin Songyi told him a rather interesting fact.
“And I forgot, but ‘Jin Shi-hoo’ is currently hospitalized at Samjeong Hospital in Seoul.”
“I?”
“Oh, you.”
“Is that possible?”
“What could possibly go wrong? Because of the incident in Gimcheon, you were so mentally shocked that you were hospitalized. Now, to the public, you are a hospitalized patient.”
“Is that what the lawyers advised?”
“Yeah. That way it’s easier to organize.”
“But I drank with the chief secretary before I came here?”
“That’s okay. So just tell me when you want to be discharged. Personally, I think tomorrow or the day after would be good.”
Jinsong slowly stood up from her seat.
“Let’s talk about the rest when we get to Korea. Should I arrange for a ship for you?”
“I’m currently hospitalized.”
“Don’t you think there are one or two boats that are smuggling people in?”
It was so absurd that I ended up laughing.
“My sister has gotten quite bold while I was away.”
Jin Shi-hoo was overcome with a strange emotion as he looked at his older sister who was smiling as if it was nothing.
It’s definitely true that we’re back on Earth.
It’s been fun. So far.
“You don’t need a boat. Just go as you came.”
“The control center is going to be busy again.”
Jin Shi-hoo stood up from his seat as if it was nothing to worry about. Then, he snapped his fingers at Jin Song-yi.
Thump thump thump.
Jinsong takes a step back with a surprised expression.
now.
“… … What did you do?”
“I punctured a few blood vessels.”
“hole?”
“Take a deep breath. You’ll feel refreshed when you wake up. Mana’s movements will become smoother as well.”
Jinsong just collapsed onto the sofa.
Jin Shihou placed his hand on Jin Songyi’s head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll put up a boundary.”
“… … Hey… … Is this it?”
“Oh, this is what I’m going to do. It breaks my heart to see you getting beaten up here and there. So I think there’s nothing I can do. Call me when you come to Korea. I’ll go first.”
So Jin Song-yi lost consciousness, and Jin Shi-hoo crossed the sea just as he had come.
It was a bonus that all the control centers in the US, Japan, and Korea were in chaos.
#Chapter 6
It’s been a while since I’ve had bibim noodles.
I boiled 5 of them. I also added beef. It was a perfect meat that I cooked while directly controlling the temperature in the frying pan. The part was ribs.
Jeongbin thought that beef and bibim noodles went very well together.
Then suddenly I see a bottle of wine in the corner of the kitchen.
I received it as a gift, but when will I eat it?
Jeongbin, who doesn’t like wine, quickly moved his chopsticks.
I took a bite.
It was fantastic.
As I took two bites, there was a knock on the veranda window.
Exactly twice. Knock knock.
He turned his head with his brow furrowed.
It was Jin Shi-hoo. Jin Shi-hoo was waving his hand, telling me to open the door quickly.
I’m going crazy.
If you do this, the meat will cool down.
I took a deep breath and opened the window. Jin Shi-hoo came inside.
no.
“Why did you come here when there was a perfectly good door?”
“It’s my heart.”
“… … This is driving me crazy. By the way, what happened at the police station today? No, right? Are you trying to clear the S-class gate at Sangdangsanseong?”
“Ask them one by one. You have one mouth and too many questions.”
“… … .”
“First of all, you know that guy at the police station that I saw back then? The two hundredth apostle.”
“I haven’t seen it.”
“You must have seen the ending.”
“… … Yoon Young-soo, that gentleman came and warned me sternly to watch my mouth, but I’ll just pretend I didn’t see it.”
Jin Shi-hoo, who was smiling, continued speaking.
“Let’s say that’s true. Kim Min-jae, that guy is the same guy who was pretending to be me. The 189th doppelganger.”
“… … No, but did you commit murder in the middle of the city? I saw on the news that your brother was hospitalized?”
“I’m sure the chief secretary will handle it well. He said he does a good job.”
“He’s doing well. Well, he went to the police station and was immediately transferred to the hospital. Isn’t that how it’s organized? What about Sangdangsanseong?”
“I’m not going to clear that place. It’s too much of a hassle.”
“You’ve thought it through. When you think about the money and effort that all of our guilds put into clearing that, oh my… … . It’s really not a backstabbing. People should live well. By the way, would you like some wine? It’s brand new and hasn’t even been opened yet.”
“Okay. That’s it.”
Jin Shihou smiles strangely.
“I thought about it when I came back from America.”
“… … Yes? Where?”
“USA.”
“When did you go there and come back?”
“just now.”
“… … .”
“Anyway, I thought about it and realized there was no one else but you.”
“… … You’re saying there’s no one else but me? What do you mean?”
“Listen. How much have I done for you?”
“Suddenly?”
“He taught me skills, and he even pierced my mana veins. Wow, when I think about it, he really did a lot for me. He laid the foundation for me to grow from a B-rank Awakened to an S-rank Awakened. Me.”
Jeongbin put down his chopsticks.
I felt uneasy for some reason.
“You want to be a writer?”
I couldn’t even imagine.
Writer? Suddenly? That too.
“Me?”
“Oh, you.”
“… … .”
“You become a ghostwriter. I’ll make you a lot of money.”
