Everyone Else is a Returnee - Chapter SS20

Great Creator - 5

It was a dark night.

After finishing his physical training and before going to bed, Yoo ll-han sat at the bedside and tapped on his phone.

His fingers' movement on the LCD screen stopped at some point.

"This won't do either," Yoo ll-han muttered with a sigh, and he discarded his writing again.

The story of a world ruled by religion. Think about it. It's just like old Europe on Earth.’

Moreover, the setting that faith is power was too vague.

How much could the level difference be ignored? How was the faith determined? How did God give power to its believers?

After all, there was so much Yoo ll-han did not know. He had a grudge against God, who never found himself and sent him to this world.

'No, I need to calm down. Blaming myself won't make me do anything right now.'

Wasn't it too stupid to hold on so far and be struck by the material of the erotic novel?

Yoo ll-han once again protected his mentality and then turned off his phone's screen with a sigh.

’Shall I stop?'

He wanted to do something in a world where there was nothing left for treasure or anything. But he thought he might be alone until the day he died; like this. And he might disappear without a soul after he died.

When the Earthlings returned, it would be impossible to find him then. People won't care about his disappearance. They would go back to normality without noticing his absence.

'I know it’s a ridiculous delusion.'

Every time Yoo ll-han got caught up in such a dream, he wanted to leave the evidence that he was confident on this planet, even for a little. Of course, his usual self believed that one day people would surely return to Earth, and that a cataclysm would occur.

That was why his delusions ridiculously run away - to write a story. If he really wanted to write something serious, he would have written something other than pornography.

’Now, let’s stop.'

It didn't help with his own progress. He had to move forward.

Yoo ll-han threw his phone somewhere and stood up. Rita was just coming down from Heaven.

"Rita."

"Y-you still awake?"

He looked back at Rita and waved, but she was outright confused. He didn’t know how Rita was feeling these days, but there were many times he couldn't see her face straight. Maybe she caught up with a novel he was writing secretly? He was a little nervous, but it didn't seem like that.

Yoo ll-han, who couldn't dare grasp the angel’s heart, was just hoping that he didn’t bring her hatred.

"Yes. I have to go to bed early today and go to the celebration tomorrow. How about you, Rita?"

"Huh? Oh, I just came to make sure you sleep well. Just making sure," Rita said with a face that clearly hid something, turning her head obliquely to avoid Yoo ll-han's eyes. Even her cheeks were a little red.

If the heroine in the manga had done this, it would be 100% guaranteed that she would fall in love with the male protagonist. Yoo ll-han, who believed in Socrates, knew his subject exactly, so he knew very well that Rita could not fall in love with him.

If so, what was it?

Did Yoo ll-han do something that bothered Rita?

Normally, he would always have let go of his complaints without asking questions, like a loner, but Yoo ll-han had become sentimental after giving up his plan to write a treasure, so he was in slight jeopardy.

"You’re a little weird these days, Rita."

"Hmm... Huh?"

That was why Yoo ll-han said that straight to Rita. He wouldn't be able to bear it if he was abandoned by Rita like this.

"But, I'm not?"

"No, you're weird. It feels like you're avoiding my eyes... Please tell me if I have done anything wrong. I'll do anything to make it right."

It was a straightforward and deep communication with others that would never be done by a loner in a normal mental state.

’Do anything? Anything like anything... Anything?!'

Fortunately for Rita, it was a critical hit! The moment she heard the words, she flinched and imagined arrogant things in her head, but she tried to take a calm attitude by exerting her superior's power.

"You- you did nothing wrong. I just have things that come to mind when I see you these days."

"Things you don't want to think about?"

"Y-yeah, like that. So it's really not your fault. No need to worry about it. Besides, it will get better and better."

It wasn't completely a lie. At first, she believed that she was thinking of his younger brother from his human days.

Of course, she realized it wasn’t right now. When Rita was in complex thought, Yoo ll-han's words flew, as if chasing her.

"Then, do you hate me?"

"What?! T-that can't be..."

‘Why is this guy so active today?’

"Really, you're not doing anything wrong. I don't hate you. It will be fine soon, so you don't have to worry. Rather, is it surprising that you worry that much? You always said you were a loner," Rita replied to him, trying hard not to let go of her tension.

"But didn't you say that you won't make me a loner?"

"Ugh..."

’Ah, seriously!'

Why did he say cute words that she wanted to care about?

Rita wanted to shut Yoo ll-han up, who pouted his lips and spoke in grunts, with her own lips!

'No, just don't. I barely pressed it down...'

She stomped her feet and suppressed her constant agitation and impulses. She had to be patient.

This loner was just afraid that she would leave him. She could not reveal her desires to this innocent, pure child.

"Anyway, it's okay, it’s really okay, so this topic is prohibited in the future!"

"Then it goes back to normal?"

"Yes, promise!"

"Promise."

Yoo ll-han put his finger on Rita's hand. Soon after, the two regained their reason.

What the hell had they said so far?

’Be calm, and take this shameful story seriously!’

They promised to go back to the way they were, but they avoided each other's eyes, regardless of who was first.

"Uh... I mean."

Yoo ll-han then asked a question that would break through this awkward situation.

"Rita, where do you go every time you leave? Back to Heaven?"

"H-huh? No, it can’t be. The Earth is now isolated in a paused time with all dimensions closed."

"Then?"

"There is a temporary place over the Earth. Not only the Earth, but also when entering other worlds, we first go through to a place called ’Terminal.' Although the Terminal is now active only to the Earth's entrance and all the rest are blocked."

Indeed, that means Rita was always homeless at the Terminal. Yoo ll-han, who had been imagining it for a while, was a little sad himself. She was the only person in the world who recognized him right now.

"Can't you just live here?"

Wouldn't it be much more comfortable for Rita to do that? He just asked without a thought, but again, Rita's face turned red.

Probably, Yoo ll-han wasn't asking the question with a strange meaning. Rita rolled her head and squeezed out an answer that wouldn't sound ordinary.

"But you also need your own time."

But in contrast to Rita's intentions, these words were enough to tense Yoo ll-han.

He needed his own time. Did she notice that he was also writing a novel?! So, was she strange because she knew?

'It was sealed. Sealed!'

Yoo ll-han determined that he would never open the phone again for the rest of his fall and put it deep in the drawer. Rita didn't even know his heart and was only pink inside out.

"Oh, this."

One day, while collecting records related to him—similar to defragmenting a computer's disk— Yoo ll-han realized that his old phone had been abandoned at his home.

"Come to think of it, I used to have two phones at that time..."

One was used as a blank game phone, and the other was actually the phone with which he used to make real calls with.

Of course, after the cataclysm, he used the last one, but he remembered using the other one more during the period of his fall on Earth. He didn't remember seeing it since the cataclysm, so Yoo ll-han thought he would have lost it someday, but he guessed it was still at his birthplace.

"It feels so weird to find this now."

"Oh? What are you doing Honey... Honey?"

Na Yoo-na, who was breastfeeding her baby, approached with a tilted head.

"Honey once only."

"Then, Honey... Kiss me. Kiss me quickly."

"Okay, okay."

"That’s just one time! You can kiss me a lot..."

Yoo ll-han gave Na Yoo-na as many kisses as she wanted, and as a bonus, he kissed the boy in her arms, Yoo l-an.

"Ehehe, Honey..."

"How about l-an?"

"He fell asleep. I think he looks very small compared to you. Do you have a lot of milk? Is that because you are already so big?"

Na Yoo-na playfully raised her chest with her hands and laughed. Yoo ll-han lightly pinched Na Yoo-na's cheek, who tried to seduce him in broad daylight. The wound remained, so he kissed her again.

"Don't talk about that to Mi-rae. I'll get angry."

"Yes..."

After playing with Na Yoo-na for a while, Yoo ll-han moved to his birthplace. His birthplace barrier, designated as a cultural relic and protected, has been accidentally broken through. He took out a phone that had been stored in the corner of his room drawer.

"Well, is it still going to turn on? First, I need to charge it..."

He lightly infused mana into the phone. Naturally, the phone needed energy, but mana, which was converted to electricity, put the phone in a full charge in the blink of an eye. Even after quite a long time, the phone turned on without any problems.

"Wow, I miss this."

He smiled and checked the games and files on his phone. When he saw that it was written in a very strong basement with meaningless thoughts, he trembled because it was true black history.

And he was amazed to found out that the game he enjoyed a long time ago was naturally over.

Then he found it—the series of novels that he had saved on his blog's offline page. And again, his treasure.

"What? Did I write it here and not in the notepad? I couldn't upload it anyway, so did I just use the offline storage function? Oh."

Yoo ll-han realized that the articles stored on the offline page had been uploaded online at some point.

"Uh..."

Why did this happen? He ran through them quickly, embarrassed. To his surprise, the number of views was very high. It was so high that it reached limits greater than he could imagine.

The Internet was now available in most areas of the Earth. Many of the world's users cried out reading Yoo ll-han's childhood treasure. There was also a comment like 'I sat on the floor and cried like crazy.' There was also a letter of appreciation from yesterday's book!

There were many evaluations that it was very realistic and made use of the human sensibility well.

The scene's description was created by demonstrating all kinds of tricks, because he had learned countless night stories. More than anything else, that was also significant.

Yoo ll-han didn't know, so he went to other sites here and there. 'Save This’ was uploaded, and it was published in tens of thousands of communities. No, it was a situation where appreciation and criticism took place.

But the biggest problem was the content. At the time of writing, he really wrote it without thinking—the heroine of the magical world and the heroine in the world of religion.

Of course, his two wives ran an elite course from the start with natural talents, rather than suffering in the world. Still, if they found out that he wrote a novel like this, they wouldn't ignore it.

No, Yoo-na might come up with a smile and suggest to do a situational play. But Mi-rae... more than a year after being married, the innocent woman, was shy and would blush to see him might cry because of this.

"Good."

Yoo ll-han, who thought about it for a moment, drastically destroyed his phone. He didn't see anything here. He had never written anything like a novel.

"Well, then, what should I negotiate with Riera?"

Of course, Riera didn't know that Yoo ll-han had written this novel, but when Yoo ll-han asked what she wanted, she quickly replied.

It was the day when the second project for the creation of the Goddess of Love began.