Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 69



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EP 3 – Demon Sword! Please control me!

When I opened my eyes in the morning, it was dawn.

These days, I wake up particularly early.

This is because the bed is not comfortable.

It was because my mind, not my body, was uncomfortable.

“Tskcha…”

Saebitneulbom Orphanage has 4 people per room. There are three children in this room besides me. I quietly left the dorm so as not to wake my roommates.

I checked the wall clock and it was around 5:30 am. I go out into the yard wearing slippers with holes in them. The morning dew on the grass came through the holes in my slippers and tickled the soles of my feet.

The sky is all dawn light. It is difficult to express the color of the dawn sky in one piece. The scarlet dawn is slowly pushing away the dark blue night sky. At that border, the brilliant dawn light crosses the sky. It can only be described as dawn light.

All my senses were bathed in dawn. The scent of the light rain that fell at dawn tickled the tip of my nose, the cold air of dawn touching my skin, the feeling of tickling my feet was the morning dew on the grass, and what I heard was the sound of the city slowly waking up at dawn. It’s the sound of stretching.

I guess this is why people become emotional at dawn.

And that kind of sensitivity was the novelist’s greatest asset.

Unlike usual, I sat on a tree trunk in the orphanage yard, where no one was around, and lost in thought.

“Haa…life…”

It was a thought about me, a thought about Gu Yubin, and a thought about my past or future.

Gu Yu-bin, whom I met at the broadcasting station, made me realize something. Her outpouring of tears the moment she saw her was her greatest proof.

I am stuck in the past.

The reason I am not happy with the popularity of the world is not because it is pure art or popular art, as Kim Byeol said.

I was resenting it without even knowing it. The people who ignored me when I was in the most pain are now revering me because I am young.

“Life is…”

I thought I left everything behind.

I guess not.

Everything that meant anything to me is beyond time.

Love, friendship, sadness, and sorrow.

Everything I have faced with all my heart is on the other side.

Now all that’s left is writing.

The only thing I fully possess is writing.

That’s what I think.

So am I just a writing machine?

“Are you full?”

“Isn’t that too harsh? Brother Ma?”

While eating breakfast in the cafeteria of Saebit Spring Orphanage, I secretly confessed my concerns to Ki-hoon Magi, and the response I received was astounding.

Of course, I did not say my concerns directly. Because it will be treated as a made-up story. Since the distortion of time cannot be explained, the question was also slightly modified.

Ironically, by changing real questions into fake ones, I was able to get to the heart of my concerns. In order to get an answer to a real question through a fake question, the core of the question had to be the same.

The point is this.

“What should I do to fully own my life?”

Magi Hoon stared at me.

And then he opened his mouth.

“Hey, Mr. Moon.”

“yes?”

“Stop talking and eat.”

* * *

“That’s a difficult question…”

The reason Baekseol sat in the driver’s seat was to take me to Baekhak Arts Middle School.

The reason Baekseol chose to be my driver rather than Baekhak Entertainment’s road manager was because I needed someone close to take care of my mental health.

Soon, if I find a studio near the school, I will be able to live there and commute to school, but until then, Baekseol was my temporary road manager.

Out of gratitude for his sincerity, I used to sit in the passenger seat instead of arrogantly sitting in the back seat, and thanks to that, we would meet every morning and discuss reading in the car on the way to school.

Today, the book discussion has turned into personal consultation.

So Baek Seol was not embarrassed and continued the story quite naturally.

“Is that why the writer is reluctant to appear on variety shows and film commercials?”

“When I thought about it slowly, it was like that. “I don’t think my lack of parents is my fault because it’s not because of my actions, but I can’t count as my accomplishments things that I achieved without effort on my part for ‘one reason or another.’”

“So, author, your current fame isn’t all that great, is it?”

“It’s not that it’s not good, it’s that I can’t enjoy it with peace of mind.”

“Uhm…”

Baek Seol nodded his head a few times, muttering, and then began to tell his story.

“It’s hard to completely sympathize, but it makes me realize that so many things in life are determined by things decided before birth.”

“Is that so?”

“Actually, my great-grandfather is the chairman.”

Umm. I see

I nodded.

Then, he shook himself off, tidied up his body, and trimmed his bangs.

I carefully folded the blanket I was wearing and placed it neatly on my lap.

Then, he tightened his legs, brought his knees together, and politely folded his hands and placed them on his knees.

Then, he bent his back, lowered his head to 45 degrees, and spoke to Baek Seol.

“Keep talking, ma’am.”

“Aaaah! “What are you doing, Madam?”

“I’m sorry, miss.”

“It’s disgusting, so stop, author!”

“Please speak less to this lower class.”

Art has always been dominated by the wealthy. Royalty, eccentric millionaires, and people with suspiciously rich money.

So, for me, a proud novelist, to bow my head to the chaebol was not an act of servility, but a natural thing that followed the laws of Mother Nature.

Anyway, that’s it.

However, Baekseol looks embarrassed, amused, and giggles for a while, and then says this while wiping away her tears.

“When you say great-grandfather, it seems like they are very close, but if you look at it backwards, they are very distant. She is the eldest daughter of the Chairman’s younger brother’s second son… How many nieces and granddaughters does the Chairman have like this? It’s not even her biological granddaughter. “I’m sure she can’t even remember my name?”

I straightened my back, which was bent at 45 degrees, to 15 degrees.

“My grandfather and the chairman are not even real brothers. Mr. President, my great-grandfather had more than one wife. If we had to be honest, we could say that they are a family of illegitimate children. “She has actually been a stranger since her great-grandfather passed away.”

I completely straightened my bent back and spoke to Baekseol again in a friendly manner.

“The editor must have gone through many ups and downs in his life.”

“Yes. Still, there were many people who coveted this bloodline because they were wealthy. “My dad doesn’t run a business, but my uncle inherited a company.”

My back bent to 15 degrees again.

“So my mother told me desperately that I should get married as young as possible. In the upper class, a pretty, young girl who doesn’t get married has a price in the marriage market. But I liked the novel. You know I went to study abroad, right? “Writer?”

I listened to her politely.

“yes.”

“That’s how men perceive it. Women who have studied abroad are somewhat reluctant to marry. So when I went to study abroad, I had a really funny fight with my mom. Still, after many twists and turns, my dream of making books was recognized, and I went to study abroad and came back with a diploma.”

“And you got a job at Baekhak Group?”

“no!”

Baek Seol frowned.

“Of course I went to another publisher! But thanks to the diploma I worked hard to earn, I got a job right away. I also liked the position I was assigned to. It was in the translation field. But when I finished my new recruit training, became friends with colleagues at the company I had met for the first time, and started to learn the job, something happened.”

“which···?”

“The chairman called me and scolded me.”

Baekseol did not hide his dissatisfaction by imitating the chairman’s voice in a comical tone.

“They called people in black suits to the main house and did something like this, right? Is it true that a child in our family earns and stays in another household? “Come back to White Crane right now!”

My back bent to 45 degrees again.

“But in the end, perhaps it was because of his pride… he cut off contact immediately after confirming the news that he had gotten a job at Baekhak Bookstore. After that, even when I was assigned to the TF team and went to work in Baekhak Entertainment’s underground parking lot, no action was taken. If it’s going to be like this, why on earth did you bring me here?”

My back straightened again.

Baekseol, who was holding the steering wheel, glared at me.

“···Is it fun to play around?”

“sorry.”

“Anyway-”

Baek Seol lamented the reality helplessly.

“Actually. That’s my favorite phrase in your novel. “Your face, your era, your skin color, your wealth, so many things were decided before you were born.”

“……”

“I often think that it is too difficult to live my life the way I want.”

“I see…”

We arrived at school before we knew it. Baek Seol made a strange sound the moment his car came to a halt in the parking lot.

“Eek.”

And she looked at me with a subtle look and smiled.

“…Is this a secret from the company?”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“But everyone knew it secretly!”

Baek Seol tapped me on the back and pushed me to the outside of the vehicle.

And then he returned to his usual cheerful mood and smiled.

“Have a good day at school, writer!”

Come to think of it.

It seems that the president of Baekhak Bookstore, where Lim Yang-wook was an executive, was a young woman…?

* * *

“It’s the law of owning life…”

I thought about that all the way to class. Once the topic was raised, the desire to create began to burn.

Looking back, the content of the web novel I wrote back when I didn’t know whether it was my past life or not was probably the content.

The title is ‘Demon Sword’.

It was an orthodox fantasy novel that dealt with the life and inner self of a swordsman who was slowly losing control of his life by a magic sword.

Since money was a bit tight at the time, I remember trying to use it as commercially as possible by referencing Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings.

Even though it was ruined.

“Eight…”

Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

I gave up my pride as a pure scholar of literature and entered a strange path, but even that was ignored by readers, so I had no pride left.

Anyway, writing in any form was truly difficult.

“good morning. Senior Kim.”

I met Byul Kim in the hallway.

But Kim Byeol didn’t even receive a greeting and was shocked! Take cover.

It looks like the aftereffects from the last entertainment show still remain.

“You said you were sorry about what happened last time…”

“what? “I’m fine.”

“Next time, I’ll be careful with the level of my comments…”

In the first place, everything that happened on set was resolved on the spot. She only broke up after apologizing to Kim Byeol and Gu Yubin.

When I lowered my tail, Kim Byeol also looked confident and accepted my greeting.

“hmm! If you really apologize, I’ll give it special attention just this time. From next time on broadcast, please be polite to your seniors. “Anyway, how was your weekend?”

“It’s okay.”

“Have you received any special contact from writer Koo Yu-bin? You and I are still in different industries, but we are really seniors in the same industry. “You really robbed me mercilessly…”

“Wouldn’t content that is too serious be edited out?”

“I guess not? Do you trust those guys at the broadcasting station? And it was fun to watch from the side.”

I still feel a little sorry for Gu Yubin. Should Baby Hitler Be Killed? Isn’t this exactly the same case as the paradox?

Since the delicate inner thoughts of Gu Yu-bin, who is only a high school student, were analyzed in detail in front of the camera, it would not be strange for her to harbor resentment towards me.

So, a few days after filming ended, I sent a separate text message to apologize and received a strange response.

“You said it’s okay… and that you’ll take good care of me in the future?”

“okay? So it’s all over well? thank god.”

“I don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”

“Just say hello or something. Are you paying attention to every detail?”

“I don’t know about people who act, but people like us who write are sensitive to vocabulary.”

“Yeah, you’re great. I’m going!”

“Yes.”

We parted ways after a brief greeting in the hallway.

She headed to the third-year acting department, and I headed to the first-year writing department.

And when morning assembly with first-year students was just starting.

I was able to understand what Gu Yu-bin had said to me, ‘Please continue to take care of me in the future.’