Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 24



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EP 1 – Cause of death

Just before lunch time, cafes are crowded with people. This is because it is commonly referred to as ‘brunch’ time.

Numerous conversations become noise, not information. It was like we were in a secret room.

Instead of eating a full-course meal at a Japanese restaurant, we talked about close business while drinking Americano.

“therefore···”

Yangwook Lim explained his business plan to me. It was evident that they had prepared explanations that were easy enough for even elementary school students to understand.

Naturally, it didn’t take me long to understand it. I summarized his plan in one word.

“Is this noise marketing?”

“yes. “You know me well, right?”

1. Buy literary prizes with money.

2. Books are published across the country in honor of the literary award.

3. Anonymously reveal the purchase of a literary award.

4. At the center of the controversy, it is revealed that the author is an elementary school student.

5. Genius. Advent.

The key to this plan was me, and without my cooperation, the plan could not have been carried out smoothly. So I answered without hesitation.

“I can’t do it.”

However, Lim Yang-wook had an accident without my knowledge and was able to achieve this plan by pushing me in front of the camera.

Nonetheless, he asked my wishes before starting the plan. They treated me not as a minor, but as an adult with decision-making authority.

So, I tried to persuade him without making a fuss.

“This isn’t about my writing becoming famous, it’s about elementary school students becoming famous because they write well.”

It was exactly the same reason I didn’t enter the Children’s Literature Awards. I wanted to become a recognized writer, not a kid who was good at writing.

A child famous for being good at writing.

The public looks at it with wonder,

How is that any different from the feeling you get from looking at a zoo monkey performing amazing tricks?

I explained that story as calmly as possible.

Lim Yang-wook listened to my whole story and said,

He chanted like this.

“What a fascinating monkey…”

“Was the expression too harsh? “I’m sorry if I sounded rude.”

“no. “It seemed like an accurate expression, so I thought about it.”

However, Lim Yang-wook countered this way.

“okay. that’s right. At first glance, the envy we have for a young genius is similar to the feeling we have when looking at a monkey performing amazing tricks. And there are a lot of monkeys on this floor with such amazing talents.”

“······”

“There are children dressed in pretty clothes dancing incredibly difficult dance moves, people who have never killed anyone before imitating a serial killer, and there are people who gather hundreds of thousands of people in concert halls just by making a pretty voice. “The world of such drumming monkeys is the world of culture and art.”

“···!”

I was in great shock after hearing his words.

okay. That was right.

I wanted to be the most dexterous monkey in the world. If people smiled when they saw me, that was enough.

But that was only in my childhood.

For me, writing was ‘survival.’

Because the act of living was slowly killing me, I overcame my sadness and pain by writing.

That’s why writing has greater meaning to me.

So I couldn’t help but be afraid of Lim Yang-wook’s words.

I was afraid.

“···It’s a little scary.”

“It’s worth it. Because I have to go out in front of the camera and meet a lot of people. That’s why I told you in advance today that we would prepare it together.”

That’s not scary. I have a job where I write down my innermost feelings and show them to people, but am I scared of going out in front of people?

“Think about it. If you publish a book with your name completely hidden in order to receive fair evaluation… it will never succeed. No matter how good the reviews are or how high the writing is, people no longer pay money to read books. “Why read a book when you have Netflix?”

success? honor? I’m not scared that I won’t be able to achieve that. I came back in time. To me, worldly values ​​were useless.

I’m not talking about stocks or Bitcoin. I was a person who one day suddenly experienced the world being turned upside down by a miracle that no human could understand.

No matter how much wealth and fame I had, it was just a gold coin in a fantasy, a rice cake in a painting. If someone snaps their fingers, it can disappear into vain.

“But people are crazy about young geniuses. Even though it has nothing to do with me, I feel good that there is such a genius in our country. Even if they don’t know your book, they’ll like you. Of course, people who know your books will like you more. Inseop. That’s how talented you are. All you have to do is show people who you are. “This guy could bet all his money on it.”

“It’s really simple.”

“okay! You say it’s simple? To put it in a web novel way, it’s something like ‘a child writes a good book’ or something like that. request. You understand what I’m saying right now, right? Let’s do as I say just this once. “Then your life will change completely!”

This was what I was most afraid of.

This… was too easy.

I was afraid that all the efforts I had made so far and my life would become meaningless. For me, writing was survival. If survival becomes meaningless, all that remains is death.

Just by going back in time, a promising writer who barely passed a major literary award became an unsalable genius.

My very existence was a guarantee of success, a walking bundle of talent.

If I were born like this, I would be thankful to God and enjoy life happily.

But I went back in time.

I remember my past life, no, the past.

If ‘success as a writer’ is as easy as winning a children’s literature award, what becomes of the past me who worked hard to achieve it?

I devoted my entire 22-year short life to it.

Because I want to be recognized.

Because I want to gain money and fame.

I want to boast that I am such a great person to all the people who bullied me and looked down on me, calling me a motherless bastard.

Please acknowledge me.

Please give me an award for my writing.

I wrote this with a begging and crying heart.

However, the only thing that came back was the lymph node cancer that was diagnosed at the age of 22. That happened just one year after I received the grand prize for the Baekhak Literary Award.

I thought my life had just begun, but it turned out it was over. It drove me crazy.

It was so unfair.

So I went out with a knife to kill the people who were harassing me. He was already at the end of his prank life, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

But when I opened the door and went out, I saw a world where white snow was falling. Christmas carols were heard, and white snow endlessly covered a world full of darkness.

Christmas Eve.

It was the day before God was born.

At that moment, I felt the providence of this world.

Looking back, so many things were decided the moment I was born.

What era you will be born in, what skin color you will have, what gender you will be, whether you will love a man or a woman, and what kind of family you will be born into.

Everything had already been decided.

I became an orphan, I was bullied because I was an orphan, I was told by the parents of the girl I was with for 7 years and thought we would be together forever, that I should break it off soon because we could date but not get married, and I was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer at the age of 22. It’s also genetically inherited.

None of it was my will.

It was just like that.

That was the providence of this world, a natural law, and if there was a God – it was something that God decided.

This isn’t just about me.

Everyone lives like that.

The moment you are born, you are bound by chains, also known as fate, fate, or spoon, and are thrown into the great river called life.

And after struggling to survive all their lives, when they become exhausted and weak, they sink and die.

So what on earth can I do?

There wasn’t.

It was this cursed world that took away even my dream, my only struggle, in vain due to lymph node cancer.

And it didn’t happen out of someone’s malicious intent; it just happened that way.

The only thing I can do is end this miserable life a little sooner.

That is my cause of death.

* * *

“Are you okay···?”

“······ah. I thought about something else for a moment. “What were you originally talking about?”

Instead of answering what I said, Lim Yang-wook pulled out a tissue for me with an embarrassed expression.

Before I knew it, tears were flowing down my cheeks. I calmed down and wiped the moisture away.

“I… I’m sorry. “I made a plan too unilaterally and put a burden on you…”

“That’s not why I cried.”

“Yeah, right…”

Yangwook Lim seemed to think that I was making an excuse because I was embarrassed that I cried.

It’s not wrong. Because everything was an excuse. I’m not sure what I’m thinking either. However, several things were sad.

I was sad that the depression of my past life was still eating away at me, and I was sad about the loneliness of being left alone in the world in the strange passage of time.

But the saddest thing was that I didn’t know when my precious dream had deteriorated like this.

The dream I had when I was young was a truly simple and pure desire.

But now all I have is something black and slimy, like dried tar inside my lungs.

I suddenly felt resentful of the world and looked at the sky beyond the window. The sky was so blue and wide. White clouds drifted by quietly, and birds flew between the buildings.

And then, the focus changes.

Now, what was reflected in the window was not the outside, but a 13-year-old child. The boy had a dead look in his eyes.

The moment I made eye contact with that boy.

A thought occurred to me.

That was the thought I had when I was around this age.

I want to show good writing to others.

If you smile while reading that article, that’s enough.

That was my original intention and the essence of my dream.

I liked the book. The writing was good.

So I wanted to be happy by sharing good things with others.

This is the correct way.

There is nothing to be ashamed of as long as you do not deviate from the right path.

What is the cause of suffering? It’s a shame that success through noise marketing is similar to success through children’s literature.

I feel ashamed that the product of my efforts can be obtained so easily, and I feel helpless that my dream has become meaningless.

However, these are the coins that come from walking the wrong path. In that case, you just have to take the right path.

Novelists write novels.

And artists make art.

* * *

The boy’s eyes changed.

Lim Yang-wook instinctively felt that.

The boy, who had closed his eyes and shed tears for a while, opened his eyes wide, looked up at the sky, and asked him a question in a very determined voice.

“Editor Lim Yang-wook.”

“Uh, huh?”

“Is it true that my writing is good?”

Yangwook Lim was able to answer without hesitation.

Although I had no choice but to prepare pathetic noise marketing that focused on the writer’s age rather than the content of the article…

Nevertheless, he is confident as an editor.

“okay. “You are a good writer.”

The boy nodded.

Then he counts with his fingers for a moment and says:

“I have fifteen more good articles.”

“Whaaaaaaah -!!!”

“These are the novels I have published so far in my life that are at a level that is worthy of being published as a book. Although there are only about four volumes written on the manuscript, the rest can be written down on paper right away. “They are all full-length novels.”

“Well, that…! “Does that make sense?!”

Writing a novel is not such an easy task. Some people take years to write a novel. It’s not for nothing that they say that organizing, polishing, and revising writing is a job done with one’s ass.

okay. This makes no sense in common sense.

“Do you have paper and pen? A laptop is also fine.”

However, the boy asked for a writing utensil like Guan Yu, who wanted to cut off Hwaung’s head before the glass got cold.

And so it happened.

“Three, three, how in the world is this…!”

It took 2 hours.

The boy, the author Moonin, completed a full-length novel in just two hours. Lim Yang-wook seemed to be dreaming right now.

how. How can a person do this?

There was no hesitation in the boy’s writing. As if a world was already in his head and he was just transcribing it…

(Correct answer)

“Are you really… there were sixteen novels?”

“These are things that were already written down a long time ago. “It’s not on paper, but it’s all in my head.”

Lim Yang-wook wanted to kneel down. Please let me publish these books. I will invest all my money, so please.

The boy said to him:

“There is one condition.”

“What is that! “I will listen to you unconditionally!”

This was exactly the boy’s request.

“Writing should not be a means of communication.”

“what?”

“Writing must be a purpose, not a means to gain some fame or make money.”

Lim Yang-wook was confused. So what are we going to do? Was he going to publish it with his name hidden?

Fortunately, his worries did not last long. The boy made his demands clear.

“You said you wanted to buy the literary award that Sain will receive with money, right? “I don’t have money, so it’s a bit rude to say this, but would you be able to buy the rest of the novels a literary prize?”

“You… no way.”

“If you’re going to cause an accident, let’s do it right. Buying one literary prize is expedient, but buying sixteen is art. Let’s turn the world upside down. And then you ask people. Literature award? That kind of thing is probably good. But what do you think of my writing? “What kind of writing is good writing?”

Yangwook Lim was shocked as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer. okay. This is it. Buying one literary award was noise marketing, but buying 16 literary awards was performance art.

The boy was now urging him to pursue art rather than marketing.

Lim Yang-wook pulled up the corners of his quivering mouth and smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth. He was sweating down his smooth scalp.

“hey. “I wasn’t going to say something like this to an elementary school student, but are you really crazy?”

“Why don’t we just try something?”

“···Are you okay?”

* * *

did.

I finally did it.

I committed it.

Lim Yang-wook smiled evilly as he looked at the mountains of hardcover books piled up in front of him.

“We are taking the spring literary contest this spring, you bastards…”

Lim Yang-wook invested all his money and put this phrase on a total of 50,000 books.

A writer who has simultaneously won 16 literary awards.

A literary person.

Cause of death, target.

Urban jungle crow, caravan.

Tree on fire, target.

Tokyo, Tokyo, Tokyo, Grand Prize.