Chapter 535
[<star stream=""> is looking at its creator . ]
Her eyelids soaked in fatigue slowly closed . As she drifted into the languid sea of unconsciousness, Han Su-Yeong listened to the Dokkaebi King's voice .
"Please, rest now and sleep, my noble god . "
And on the next day, the 'Ways of Survival's' final chapter was completed .
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⸢ . . . . Three ways to survive . I've forgotten a few . But one thing's for certain . That is . . . . ⸥
After she finished typing the very last sentence, Han Su-Yeong kept her eyes closed for a very long time . She knew a day like this would eventually come . But now that it was finally here, it didn't feel real to her at all .
Her lengthy serialisation had finally come to an end .
When she slowly looked behind, the Dokkaebi King was standing there just as she suspected . With a pair of deeply-moved eyes, it was staring at the computer monitor .
"Hey, you," said Han Su-Yeong .
"Yes, my god . "
"Can't you, like, not do the paid service?"
"Dear god-nim, even if I don't, the story will commence regardless . "
Han Su-Yeong could only smile bitterly at the Dokkaebi King speaking like a stubborn devotee .
The daylight was breaking outside the windows . The sun would rise, and when it was time to set again, the apocalypse would come to visit this world .
⸢And then, Kim Dok-Ja's story will begin . ⸥
" . . . . . And I'm destined to disappear, right?"
Tsu-chut, chuchuchut . . . .
Her Fable, what little remained of it, wiggled slightly . There were some stories that might not seem all that excellent or special, but still required an untold sacrifice to complete . To her, the 'Ways of Survival' was one such novel .
[Your existential Fable is in a precarious state . ]
If the future about to unfold was correct, her ego would soon disappear into the main body's vast, boundless subconsciousness . And only after the main body learns the [Avatar] skill would she be reborn with a tiny bit of the old memories . And then, get to live the 1863rd regression turn .
⸢If that's indeed the case, what did my life exist for?⸥
Han Su-Yeong dazedly approached the window . The light grew brighter beyond the pale-naked skies, and the stars were receding away .
[[Everything has already been written, and at the same time, still being written . ]]
The 'Outer God' who sent her to the 1863rd turn said that to her . A universe of repeating cycle . And in this universe, the result birthed the cause, and the cause would eventually become the result .
In order to create a complete story, the result rejected the cause, while the cause devoured the result in order to exist . The moment she understood that vast, mysterious rule, Han Su-Yeong began thinking that this world resembled a chessboard . A chessboard that pursued the highest degree of completion, ruled by a certain gigantic 'will' with an unknown origin and form .
Even if she was the creator of the apocalyptic scenario, wasn't she merely another chess piece, a 'knight', in this chessboard of the universe?
While sensing the waves of sleepiness crashing in, she slowly got up from her seat .
[Your mental power has reached its limit!]
Han Su-Yeong fought against the horrifying level of tiredness, fumbled around to put on some clothes, and left her room . The hour was still very early, but the people waking up early should be getting ready to go to work round about now . The Dokkaebi King was following after her .
She addressed the King while not even bothering to look back . "You worked hard trying to edit the novel until now . "
"If you go outside, you'll die . "
She already knew that . Because, the sun was rising .
Han Su-Yeong looked up at the break of dawn and spoke . "My role's already finished, anyway . You'll take care of the rest from now on, right? It'll be the end when you hand over the text file to him on the designated time . I wrote that revised version too, the one we talked about, just in case . But . . . that's incomplete, so you decide what to do later . "
"But . . . . "
"It's been over ten years . " Han Su-Yeong glared at the Dokkaebi King several hand-spans taller than her . "Can't I do what I want at least once?"
The reason why she came to this world – it was to meet Kim Dok-Ja she ran into back in the 1863rd turn one more time .
She leisurely warmed her muscles, and started jogging .
⸢Han Su-Yeong imagined Kim Dok-Ja, on his way to work at Mino Soft . ⸥
She heard news from the Dokkaebi King every now and then, and there were also the comments Kim Dok-Ja himself had written . And that's how she knew a lot about him .
- Author-nim! I'll be living by myself starting this year!
- I'm now living near this place . And it's really weird reading about it in a novel .
- Have you heard about Mino Soft? It'd be nice if your novel gets a game version, too . Maybe I should suggest it to the . . .
She knew when he became independent from his tragedy, and from where he started dealing with yet another tragedy . And also, in what shape or form this new tragedy appeared as .
[The main body's ego is trying to wake up from her dream!]
[Warning! Your self-regulated activity period has ended!]
[Further exercising of control will cause your ego to . . . . ]
Han Su-Yeong ignored the messages and continued to run . She ran, and ran again until she could barely breathe . She ran hard, the words Kim Dok-Ja wrote the only things occupying her thoughts .
- Author-nim . I don't remember how many times I've said this before, but . . .
Those words . . . she'd forget them all .
[Your actions are in serious violation of the Probability . ]
She'd forget the memories of the 1863rd turn .
And she'd also forget the fact that she wrote a certain novel, as well .
[Your Fable is disappearing . ]
She'd forget that a story existed just for its sole reader .
However, even then, even if she forgot everything . . . .
⸢Han Su-Yeong's running slowly came to a halt . ⸥
There he was . A man who existed only as texts for a long, long time ever since that day she last saw him in the hospital's emergency ward .
⸢In the distance, Kim Dok-Ja was walking forward . ⸥
That was the exact same face of Kim Dok-Ja she remembered .
The man who came to her 1863rd regression turn . The man who she wanted to see again . The detestable man with his own brand of ass-kissing . The man who lied really easily . The man who she enjoyed being around, since they could lie about something together and snicker among themselves .
"----"
The man, who didn't remember her .
"----!!"
Her voice didn't want to come out . She couldn't tell whether it was because she was choking up, or the control of her body was slipping away from her .
Han Su-Yeong staggered and walked closer to Kim Dok-Ja . Several passersby brushing past her looked back in suspicion .
Kim Dok-Ja was now walking down the subway's steps .
Kim Dok-Ja, with earphones stuck in his ears and reading something on his phone while walking downstairs .
She knew what he was currently reading .
"---!!"
She barely managed to shout, but her voice still didn't come out . So, she desperately chased after him .
- Because of the story you wrote, author-nim, I was able to survive until now .
Han Su-Yeong was also able to survive while reading the sole reader's words .
She managed to write the next part of Yu Jung-Hyeok's life through them .
She was able to endure her boring and stuffy teen years, the days she never wanted to go back to, thanks to those words .
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