Yu Jung-Hyeokâs massive announcement caused the crowd to go silent.
The movers of the alliances, not won over by his speech, continued to exchange knowing glances with each other, but the crowd was no longer within their ability to control.
âConquering King....â
Someone softly muttered. Soon after that, reporters began dreaming up of potential headlines all on their own.
⸢Conquering King Yu Jung-Hyeok, declares his desperate resistance!⸼
⸢<Kim Dok-Ja Company>âs joint top representative Yu Jung-Hyeok, âwonât give up on the scenario till the end.â⸼
Incarnations who heard about him being a regressor seemed to be even more excited than ever before. Some shouted out loudly, and the [Industrial Complex] was immediately filled up with the roars of cheering.
âConquering King Yu Jung-Hyeok!â
âYu Jung-Hyeok!! Yu Jung-Hyeok!â
Everyone was now chanting his name.
Even those making snide remarks against <Kim Dok-Ja Company> earlier had been swept up in the flow and were staring at him now.
Things wouldnât suddenly improve with this, but at a bare minimum, the foundation had been laid today. The âworld after the scenariosâ should now form with Yu Jung-Hyeok as its centre.
Even if I said the exact same things, I wouldnât receive a similar level of cheering. Probably.
Han Su-Yeong finally released my collars and while looking in Yu Jung-Hyeokâs direction, opened her mouth. âIf only he acts like that every day.â
I agreed with her. However, that was his personality, so...
Now that it got going, the chanting showed no sign of stopping any time soon. The cheering that began with Yu Jung-Hyeokâs name soon moved onto Jeong Hui-Won, then Yi Hyeon-Seong, and even over to Yi Ji-Hye.
And as every name except the âDemon King of Salvationâ was being chanted out, my companions shifted their gaze in my direction, looking clearly uncomfortable. I waved my hand at them to indicate that it was alright. They deserved to be cheered on, anyway.
Eventually, the chanting reached Han Su-Yeongâs name, too.
âBlack Flame Demon Empress, Han Su-Yeong!!â
The crowd in the audience gallery was now searching for Han Su-Yeong hiding behind the stage.
I spoke to her. âItâs your turn. Go ahead.â
But she shook her head, instead. âI hate stuff like that.â
âI thought you liked being the centre of attention? Was I wrong?â
âThatâs as a writer, not as Han Su-Yeong, you know.â
While lightly tapping on the ground with her heel, she lowered her gaze and frowned a little. When she didnât show up, the chanting naturally shifted over to Shin Yu-Seungâs name. n/Ă´/
The companions waving their hands on the venue as seen beyond the curtains came across as famous movie stars in my eyes.
[Korean Peninsulaâs Constellations are proud of <Kim Dok-Ja Company>!]
While watching them carry on, I spoke up as if to voice my thoughts. âHan Su-Yeong?â
âWhat is it?â
âIf this world was a novel, which volume do you think we are in right now?â
She seemed to ponder this quandary for a bit before making her reply. âNot sure. Depends on who wrote it, I guess.â
But, of course.
Some might write a whole book out of what had happened during a single day, but some would condense everything that happened in 100 years into a single sentence.
Han Su-Yeong continued on. âIf it was me, we should be past at least the 20th volume.â
â....Thatâs a lot.â
âIt should be. Lots of things happened, right?â
Indeed, lots. Without a doubt, it had been a long journey.
If it was twenty volumes-long, then just from the quantity alone, this book should be on the scale of a proper epic.
Dusk was settling in from the skies above the conference venue. Not sure why, but it felt as if the sun was setting much sooner than usual today.
Han Su-Yeong spoke as if she understood how I felt. âBut then again, there are some people who can read all twenty volumes in one sitting, you see.â
Suddenly, a corner of my chest grew cold.
I wanted to ask her â have I been reading every story that I found at a suitable pace?
Could I say that Iâve read the stories of everyone precious to me thoroughly and didnât miss a single thing?
âKim Dok-Ja.â
âWhat is it?â
âYou may not be this worldâs protagonist nor a really cool side character.â
â...â
âHowever, you have read it with all of your heart. I know that.â
I didnât know what to say.
âAnd everyone youâve read, they are standing there now.â
Han Su-Yeong looked at the people by the press conference venue.
I too stared at them. Comrades I cared about were standing on a spot almost within reach, just beyond the curtains.
They existed beyond the curtains, alive and moving.
Yu Jung-Hyeok glaring at the crowd, Jeong Hui-Won grinning back at them, Yi Ji-Hye jumping up and down in fluster, Shin Yu-Seung waving her hand towards me...
Someone had written their stories. And I had read them.
Every story started off from there.
While waving my hand back at Shin Yu-Seung, I opened my mouth.
âTomorrow morning, we leave for the Final Scenarioâs location.â
*
After the press conference came to an end, the companions gathered in the reception room.
Jeong Hui-Won massaged her shoulder while looking at the rebroadcast of the conference.
âEii... Cameras just arenât my friends, it seems.â
It wasnât just the Korean Peninsula, but the entire <Star Stream> was set abuzz by the <Kim Dok-Ja Company>âs press conference.
â I have no thoughts of saving you.
Jeong Hui-Won tutted after watching Kim Dok-Ja and his bright face making that declaration within the display panel. âSeriously, though. He canât help himself with things people will hate him for.â
âStill, doesnât he look more presentable now that his face has been fixed up properly?â
Yi Seol-Hwa, in charge of Kim Dok-Jaâs make-up, nodded her head in satisfaction.
Yi Ji-Hye added something else. âNow that I think about it, doesnât Dok-Ja ahjussiâs features come across a bit manlier now? I mean, he used to be on the paler side, and kinda felt like a piece of stretched dough, you know?â
âUht? I was thinking the same, too.â
A few among them nodded their heads in agreement.
For sure, Kim Dok-Ja of now had changed a lot compared to when they first met him. It wasnât just the impression he gave off, either.
Jeong Hui-Won muttered as if she was recalling the distant past. âHonestly, I thought he was a bit of slick-tongued miser the first time I saw him.â
Just how different was Kim Dok-Ja of the first scenario to that of a man about to face the Final Scenario?
While listening to others chat on, Jeong Hui-Won stared at Kim Dok-Jaâs face in the screen â at his eyes, sparkling when he was reading the prepared script, or the corners of his lips that moved mysteriously when he smirked.
Every little thing like that was serving as proof that he definitely exited in that place.
While feeling those expressions loom closer than before, Jeong Hui-Won began pondering Kim Dok-Jaâs Fables. Could it be possible that the Fables they had created together was changing him just a little? If so, that would be nice. What if their story had changed him like how he had changed them?
âBy the way, where is Dok-Ja-ssi?â
âI think heâs making preparations for the Final Scenario.â
âWait, that ahjussi isnât cooking up yet another weird thing all by himself, right?â
Yi Ji-Hyeâs words caused a flitting shadow to cast over everyoneâs expression.
The person who lifted the mood up was the smiling Yu Sang-Ah hugging the two kids with both of her arms. âHe promised not to do that, so let us believe in him.â
Kim Dok-Ja inside the screen was busy saying something only to be subjected to a barrage of insults. Jeong Hui-Won watched that for a long time before placing her hand on the panel. She felt this lukewarm sensation.
â.....Can I really trust him?â
She whispered in a really quiet voice, yet everyone present caught that. Even then, no one among the group looked at her strangely.
Shin Yu-Seung muttered out. âAhjussiâs skin looks so nice.â
They thought that they had grown closer to him by now, yet Kim Dok-Jaâs face seemed as distant as ever.
*
Throughout the night, I had been thinking about the Final Scenario.
I read the excerpts taken from the âWays of Survivalâ that I found essential, and also spoke to Han Su-Yeong through [Midday Tryst] as well. It was to use her [Predictive Plagiarism] to predict what might happen to us in the future. When I thought that alone wasnât going to be enough, I exchanged opinions with the âSecretive Plotterâ through Yu Jung-Hyeok.
Unfortunately, it was as if the Plotter was trying to be as obtuse as possible when it came to the matter of Conclusion.
[[The path youâre about to walk on hasnât been trodden by anyone. Taking cues from other world-lines could become poison for the current you, instead.]]
Since I understood what he was saying here, I decided not to query him any further.
âWhat about Anna Croft?â
âShe has withdrawn from the Peninsula along with âZarathustrasâ yesterday.â
Itâd been nice to get the help from her âPrecognitionâ, but unfortunately, I seemed to have lost that chance.
Swiiiish!
The blade of the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] scythed past the air. About a dozen or so steps away, Yu Jung-Hyeok was currently focused on his training. He seemed to be swinging in the exact same pose as before, yet he treated every and each movement with care as if they contained profound meanings. Maybe it was possible for him to repeat all those lives because he was capable of doing something like that.
âGoddammit. What kind of a crappy development is this....â
Han Su-Yeong was also racking her brain trying to guess how the Final Scenario might unfold. However, even she seemed to be stuck, going nowhere fast.
Even if her [Predictive Plagiarism] was powerful, it wasnât truly omniscient. If that was the case, the 1863rd turnâs Han Su-Yeong wouldnât have run into so much trouble.
I studied her for a little while before switching on my smartphone. Files appeared on the screen â from the original version of the âWays of Survivalâ, to its final revised version.
â Three Ways to Survive a Ruined World (final revision).txt
I quietly stared at that file for a long time, before turning the phone off. I didnât want to break the resolution I had been sticking to until now.
⸢Kim Dok Ja.⸼
I raised my head as [the 4th Wall] called out to me.
âWhatâs up?â
⸢Ha ving a ha rd ti me?⸼
I smirked a little at that unexpected line of text.
I had forgotten about this guy. The one who had stayed the longest with me so far was probably this âwallâ, wasnât it?
âItâs fine. I have you.â
It was all thanks to [The 4th Wall] that I managed to come this far.
If this guy didnât alleviate my mental shock during the first scenario, and if it didnât mitigate the physical pain I suffered during the countless life-threatening situations, then Iâd have ended up as the wandering ghost of the scenarios a long time ago.
Tsu-chut, chuchuchut.
Sparks danced in the air reminiscent of a small childâs figure excitedly quivering about. For a very brief moment there, I thought I saw a triumphant face of a little kid above the dancing sparks.
⸢Eh hem, you wa nna see yo ur att rib ute win dow?⸼
This guy, does he think I want to see the attribute window every time I have a chance?
âNah, itâs fine. I donât need it right now.â
Seeing it might help me out. However, there was something else even more important than that right now.
âActually, thereâs something Iâm even more curious about.â
⸢Wh at is it?⸼
It was a question I shouldâve asked a long time ago. However, since I couldnât get any straight answers to begin with, I ended up coming up with all sorts of theories by myself concerning this very question.
âJust why is the âFinal Wallâ exactly?â
[The 4th Wall] remained silent for a bit. I began thinking that it might try to change the topic or filtering might get thrown in my face here. Just how long passed by like that?
⸢Itâs a wa ll wh ere every st ory is writt en on.⸼
....Was it because the âFinal Scenarioâ was literally around the corner?
Although the answer remained just as puzzling, it seemed that [The 4th Wall] didnât want to hide the information anymore. So, I asked again.
âLet me change the question. What are you exactly? And why do the fragments of the Wall exist?â
⸢Gu ard ing the pre cious themes, th at is the Wallâs du ty.⸼
Suddenly, I thought of something. The âWall of Impossible Communicationâ Jang Ha-Yeong possessed â when I thought about it, it wasnât just her, was it?
The important individuals from the âWays of Survivalâ all possessed similar walls. Sakyamuni possessed the âWall of Samsaraâ, while Agares and Metatron possessed the âWall that Divides Good and Evilâ.
⸢Be cau se, the re is more th an one theme.⸼
⸢A Fa ble is a col lec tion of ma ny sto ries.⸼
[The 4th Wall] was a fragment of the âFinal Wallâ. And the âfragmentâ meant that it could potentially be slotted back in its original position.
In that moment I felt clarity wash over me. If it was as I suspected â if this âWallâ was the existence protecting the âFableâ, then....
Tsu-chuchuchu....
[The 4th Wall]âs figure seemed to waver before my eyes in the air. Then, a library filled with countless bookshelves seemed to glimmer beyond it. I reached out into the air, causing the texts from the books to scatter away.
What replaced them, though, was an incredibly ancient and worn-down wall. This thing that reminded me of a prehistoric cave wall, was the âFirst Wallâ.
I extended my hand towards this wall that protected me from the cold, the pain, and from various trauma.
From ancient times, walls were created to protect something.
⸢You mu st pre pare the last Fa ble, Kim Dok Ja.⸼
And starting from an unknown era, humans began writing something on that wall.
That eventually became the Fable.
⸢You are its last.⸼
<Episode 92. Final Scenario (3)> Fin.
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