Chapter 371 - A story that cant be shared (3)
Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint
As soon as she opened her eyes, Han Su-Yeong spat out a mouthful of blood.
Only after the black-coloured blood filled up the ground in a rather large quantity did she finally regain her wits. The first thing she saw was the dense forest. It wasnât the location where sheâd been fighting against Yu Joong-Hyeok just now.
âI really almost died back there. Yu Joong-Hyeok, you son of a bitch....â
If she hadnât transferred her memories to a dummy Avatar on standby at the very last moment, sheâd have died for real.
[You have exhausted todayâs allotment for the authorisation of âMemory Transferâ.]
[From now on, the applicable Avatar will act as your true body.]
Sheâd been expecting something like this to happen.
[Fable, âPredictive Plagiarismâ, is hesitantly carrying on with its storytelling.]
Han Su-Yeong got to clearly witness several âscenesâ through this Fable called ⸢Predictive Plagiarism⸥, the one she earned after experiencing that mysterious dream.
Such as, the various futures that would change according to the choices sheâd make â Kim Dok-Jaâs death, or maybe, even Yu Joong-Hyeokâs death. And then, the sole future where both of those terrible choices could be avoided altogether.
[Due to the penalty of âMemory Transferâ, your physical abilities will be weakened significantly.]
âI swear, if either one of them is dead, then I....!â
Han Su-Yeong complained unhappily to herself and tried to sense the waves of magical energy from the surroundings. She still needed to locate the direction where those two were.
Not too long afterwards, her senses picked up on two rather enormous Statuses. She quickly ran in that direction.
Out of all the futures she read, this was the âonly one that worked out fineâ. Kim Dok-Ja didnât die, and for the first time ever, those two idiots would get to share a proper conversation.
Thatâs what Han Su-Yeongâs [Predictive Plagiarism] had predicted, and that was why she didnât try to dodge Yu Joong-Hyeokâs sword at the last second. So, Kim Dok-Ja should definitely be alive.
It was around here that she heard the sound of a sword clashing against something else.
â....Are they still fighting?
These idiots, I even died so that you two could talk to each other, but this....â
She figured that she really needed to give these two men a harsh earful when she arrived there. But, when she pushed past the bushes and stepped forward, the ensuing spectacle freaked her out in a rather grand manner.
Kwa-aaang!! Bang!!!
Yu Joong-Hyeok was mercilessly slamming his sword down on Kim Dok-Ja, currently sprawled out on the ground.
âHey!! You crazy son of a bitch!!â
*
â....I guess it didnât work?â
Yu Joong-Hyeok observed Kim Dok-Ja lying on the ground. On the chest of the unconscious man, the shallow wound left behind by his [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] was clearly visible.
âBut, I thought I saw it just now.â
Yu Joong-Hyeok grasped his sword tightly and focused his mind. And almost right away, he sensed the dark aura oozing out from Kim Dok-Jaâs body.
That was the âwallâ, the identity of the strange âforeignnessâ he felt whenever he was looking at Kim Dok-Ja.
âI can see it.â
He could see a jet-black wall, composed of countless texts. He raised his sword high up and powerfully smashed down on that wall again.
Now that a Transcender began pounding on it with serious intent, the wall started shaking around in an unstable manner.
[âThe 4th Wallâ is glaring at you.]
Not caring whether it was glaring or not, Yu Joong-Hyeok continued to pound on that wall.
âBeyond this wall, there might be....â
If it didnât want to open up, then until it did; if it couldnât be broken, then until he broke it down. Again, and again.
But then...
âHey, you crazy bastard!! Have you lost your mind?!â
Accompanied by a shrill voice, he felt a rather powerful impact in the back of his head. Blood trickled down and blocked his vision. Through all that red, he saw Han Su-Yeong kneeling down next to Kim Dok-Ja.
âHey, Kim Dok-Ja!! Get a hold of yourself! Wake u.... What the heck? He isnât dead?â
Yu Joong-Hyeok scowled unhappily as he staggered on his feet.
âHan Su-Yeong. Do you really wish to die today?â
âYou already killed me once today, you bastard.â
âI knew you wouldnât die from the beginning.â
âStop lying. My acting was beyond perfect, you know.â
She growled angrily and pointed at her Incarnation Body (which was her real body only until a few minutes ago) still lying on some forgotten corner over yonder.
The Incarnation Body, currently crumbling away, showed the definite signs of bleeding out. An [Avatar] wouldnât have bled anything in the first place.
Yu Joong-Hyeok spoke nonchalantly. âAn [Avatar] would bleed like the real body if it was imbued with a certain amount of memories.â
âOh my? And how did you even find that out?â
âFrom the record you wrote yourself. Specifically, you from the 1863rd turn, that is.â
âMe of that turn wrote all sorts of crap, didnât I? God damn it.â
There were plenty of things she wanted to ask, but she chose not to. Instead, she poked Kim Dok-Jaâs cheek and spoke up. âStill, this guy looks like he got completely fooled, doesnât he.â
âLooks that way.â
âHow did it go?â
âHe went crazy and attacked me.â
Han Su-Yeong smirked and lightly pinched Kim Dok-Jaâs cheek as if she was proud of him. âBy the way, whatâs the matter with his chest?â
âHeâs paying for making me eat dirt.â
â....Dirt??â
âThere is something like that.â
She shifted her gaze back to Kim Dok-Ja and his cheek that sagged without any energy. In all honesty, he was only just barely alive, and not one part of his body could be described as âokayâ. Indeed, the surrounding forest had been completely levelled by the battle just now, so itâd be far stranger if his body was left largely unscathed.
Han Su-Yeong understood that this scene of utter destruction was the direct evidence of the conversation that took place between Kim Dok-Ja and Yu Joong-Hyeok.
âSo? Did you hear the answer you wanted?â
Yu Joong-Hyeok paused for a moment before making his reply. âA little.â
She could clearly read the depths of emotions contained in that simple reply of âA littleâ. But they belonged to Kim Dok-Ja and Yu Joong-Hyeok, and no one else. That left her feeling just a bit rueful, a bit lonesome.
âAnyways. You are coming back to now, right?â
Yu Joong-Hyeok mulled over for a while, but then, turned around to leave as if he had said everything there was to say.
She frowned deeply. âHey, you! At least try to answer properly, will you? I even helped you out, didnât I??â
âThe âGreat War of Saints and Demonsâ is just around the corner.â
Yu Joong-Hyeok continued to walk further away. One step, two steps...
Just as Han Su-Yeong was getting ready to shout out something else...
Tsu-chuchuchut!!
Sparks buzzed around Kim Dok-Jaâs body and a âvoiceâ suddenly came out from him.
⸢(Yu Joong-Hyeok-ssi, that stupid scenario isnât the most important thing, you know.)⸥
Startled by this development, Yu Joong-Hyeok quickly unsheathed his blade. The imaginary wall enveloping Kim Dok-Ja was actually moving. Past that wall, someone was speaking to him.
⸢(Do you believe that itâs the end when you leave after talking one-sidedly like this?)⸥
No, to be more specific, it wasnât the wall, but rather...
⸢(You should experience it as well, what the âfeelings of being a readerâ are all about. To understand what it really is.)⸥
Tsu-chuchuchuchut!!
The wall that didnât want to break no matter how many times he hit it suddenly developed a small hole on the side, and a hand popped out from this mysterious hole. That hand proceeded to lightly grasp Yu Joong-Hyeokâs head and then, slammed it right against the wall.
*
I was lying in pitch-black darkness by the time I regained my consciousness.
What happened?
Did I die?
....By Yu Joong-Hyeok?
As the thoughts continued to swirl in my head, I slowly stood back up. I looked around but couldnât see anything. It was then, a bright light from a lantern lit up in front of my eyes.
⸢(Dok-Ja-ssi, so this was where youâve been all this time.)⸥
âIs that you, Yu Sang-Ah-ssi?â
⸢(Are you alright?)⸥
âWhere am I....?â
⸢(Youâre inside the Library.)⸥
Only then did I figure out what had happened. Most likely, I got sucked inside [The 4th Wall] as I blacked out again.
â....By the way, is it always this dark inside?â
⸢(No, itâs just that the Library is in a state of chaos at the moment, you see. The aftershocks of the battle this time killed off all the lanterns inside, and all the bookshelves have fallen down. Everyone is doing their best trying to restore everything right now.)⸥
âMy apologies. I have created a lot of trouble for you.â
Yu Sang-Ah grinned softly and shook her head.
⸢(No, not at all.)⸥
âIs there anything I can do to help...?â
⸢(Oh, no. Itâs fine. You should lay here and rest. Iâll sit here and take a short break, as well.)⸥
Yu Sang-Ah let out a grunt and lightly settled down next to me. Her face, as illuminated by the dim light of the lantern was the exact same one from my memories.
⸢(You really did well.)⸥
â....In regards to?â
⸢(When you said those things.)⸥
I didnât need a lot of time to figure out what she meant by those words. No doubt, she wouldâve borne witness to the spectacle of the outside from behind [The 4th Wall].
⸢(A proper relationship starts from the act of introducing oneself first, doesnât it? Itâs possible that you two might become real friends this time.)⸥
â....That would be great if such a thing was possible, but...â
I wasnât expecting much, though. Honestly, I thought that itâd be a huge relief with Yu Joong-Hyeokâs anger being soothed, somehow. No matter what I said, itâd be quite impossible to soften the sense of betrayal he mustâve felt.
Books discarded on the floor seemed to be rolling around everywhere. Without thinking too much about it, I picked one up.
ãKim Dok-Ja, Records from 15 years old, Volume #25ã
I sneakily closed the book and chucked the damn thing deep into the darkness.
⸢(Uhm, excuse me, Dok-Ja-ssi?)⸥
âYes?â
⸢(Actually, well, I read that book. Just a little bit.)⸥
â....How much did you read?â
⸢(....Almost the whole book, if Iâm honest. I find these more interesting than the âWays of Survivalâ, you see.... Iâm sorry.)⸥
My face reddened from heat, but there was naught that could be done when she had already read it.
âItâs fine. I do feel a bit ashamed, but still.â
I did think that, with Yu Sang-Ah being a part of the âLibraryâ, such memories would possibly end up being exposed, anyway. She carefully picked up the books rolling around on the floor, one by one, and dusted them before gathering them all together.
They were all my memories.
Her expression, as dyed by the darkness, was hard to see, but I could nevertheless sense how troubled she was feeling right now. Perhaps to console her, I picked up one of the books she had been gathering.
â....Been a while, this thing.â
All these gathered books were my stories.
Kim Dok-Ja, 15 years old. 18 years old. 23. 28....
I slowly flipped through the pages.
Kim Dok-Ja, who didnât have a father.
Kim Dok-Ja, who didnât have any friends.
Kim Dok-Ja, who lost his mother.
It was a life that always lacked something, or something kept disappearing from it.
⸢A lone existence is a being that doesnât exist. Kim Dok-Ja was always alone. And that was why he was the only child (dokja/ç¨å), and the âKim Dok-Jaâ didnât exist.⸥
What sorrowfully reasonable words those were.
⸢However, there was a sole moment where that Kim Dok-Ja did exist; that was when the dokja (only child/ç¨å) became the dokja (reader/è®è ).⸥
A life story being told like a lengthy report on a single book, that was basically my life in a nutshell. I spent my teenage years along with the âWays of Survivalâ, and hid behind the wall this story created for me to dodge the pointed fingers of other people.
⸢At last. Heâd come to life only when reading the âWay of Survivalâ.⸥
I sensed Yu Sang-Ahâs gaze, staring at me from my side. I wasnât sure why, but it also felt like it wasnât her alone; maybe, other Librarians were also watching me from somewhere within the darkness.
It was right then, an unexpected text caught my eyes within the opened page.
⸢I met a strange person today during the interview. That personâs name is Yu Sang-Ah.⸥
The moment I read that, I unknowingly closed the book shut.
....Could it be that, Yu Sang-Ah-ssi also read this part?
⸢(Havenât you ever wondered about this before, Dok-Ja-ssi?)⸥
âExcuse me? About what...?â
⸢(What if âscenariosâ didnât start? What would have happened to us?)⸥
I hadnât thought about that.
What if, the âWays of Survivalâ didnât become reality back then?
What if, the novel âWays of Survivalâ came to its natural conclusion and time continued to tick by, what wouldâve happened to me?
....Would I still be alive?
Could I have been able to carry on?
⸢(Would we be still working for the same company as before?)⸥
âWell, my contract hadnât been extended, so.... I guess I might have been searching for a job in other companies.â
Right, I wouldnât have died that easily. I wouldâve thought about dying every now and then, and also, there couldâve been many a day when I fell asleep while re-reading the âWays of Survivalâ, but.... Yeah, I wouldnât have died. Not that easily.
Iâd have continued to live on, somehow.
âIn that world, I wouldnât have become a friend with you, Yu Sang-Ah-ssi. My workplace wouldâve changed, and we wouldnât have a reason to get in contact with each other, after all.â
⸢(Even still, wouldnât we have tried to call each other some times?)⸥
âWell....â
⸢(I think we would have. Iâm sure that, even after you left the company, Iâd keep on remembering you. You are a strange person, after all.)⸥
â....Are you trying to get back at me?â
Yu Sang-Ah formed a refreshing grin and carried on.
⸢(Iâd probably have gotten curious about your welfare. Is he doing okay? Heâs not sick, is he? Did he find a new job? What about marriage...)⸥n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI donât think Iâd have gotten married. I couldnât even take care of myself properly back then.â
⸢(Well, itâs true that one doesnât have to get married. I also found it easier to live alone, you see.)⸥
âEven you, Sang-Ah-ssi?â
⸢(Yes. See, I told you. Weâd have been good friends, I think.)⸥
â....You really think so?â
⸢(Yes, of course. Weâd study Spanish together, enter a riderâs club and ride bicycles together, too....)⸥
âOr, to get ready for our old age, we start recommending savings plan or retirement funds.â
⸢(After we grow old and canât move anymore, weâd help each other to get to hospitals.)⸥
âI guess we could have lived pretty close by, in that case.â
⸢(Of course. Maybe, we might have lived right next to each other.)⸥
We continued to chat away. We talked about things that could no longer be. Things that could never become a reality.
Just like how the âWays of Survivalâ was to me once upon a time.
Yu Sang-Ah continued on.
⸢(Along with Hui-Won-ssi, Hyeon-Seong-ssi, and Ji-Hye, too.... Itâd be wonderful if other kids also lived nearby..... Even Su-Yeong-ssi, too.)⸥
Even if such a world did really exist, it was not possible that all of them could be together. Because... they were characters from a novel. They were...
â....Yes, itâd be really wonderful if that was true.â
⸢(Ah, Joong-Hyeok-ssi, as well. Although his personality is terrible, heâs a great cook, so I think itâll be nice to become his friend.)⸥
Without a warning, something welled up from deep inside my heart.
⸢(Hui-Won-ssi and Hyeon-Seong-ssi would be.... Fufufu, in any case. And so we..... Weâd all be growing older, little by little. In a world without scenarios, no Constellations, and no Dokkaebis. Where weâd meet up to share our stories, and while sharing nice foods....)⸥
I recalled the countless world-lines that I witnessed together with the âSecretive Plotterâ. Among all those possible worlds, maybe, just maybe, one of them could...
⸢(Itâd been nice if such a world existed somewhere. Donât you agree?)⸥
âThere might be one just like that, somewhere.â
⸢(Dok-Ja-ssi.)⸥
âYes?â
⸢(I really enjoyed being with you, Dok-Ja-ssi.)⸥
â........â
⸢(I think itâs time for me to go now.)⸥
âYu Sang-Ah-ssi.â
Actually, I had realised it a little while ago â why she suddenly began talking to me about such things.
[âMaster of the Islandâ is calling out to Incarnation âYu Sang-Ahâ.]
By seizing the opening created by the weakening of [The 4th Wall], the master of these islands was calling out to Yu Sang-Ah.
....The King of the Reincarnators.
Finally, the moment weâve been waiting for had come. Indeed, one of the reasons why we decided to come to the Isle of Reincarnators was here.
⸢(This Library, itâs a warm and cosy and nice place to be, but... But, I canât remain here forever, you know.)⸥
âBut, hang on for a second, Sang-Ah-ssi. You donât have to be in such a hurry to....!â
Yu Sang-Ah shook her head. Just like me, she too had read the âWays of Survivalâ by now. What I wanted to say, she already knew them all.
⸢(There is almost nothing that I can do in here. As long as Iâm here, Iâll always remain as a simple âreaderâ.)⸥
I looked up at her with a resolute expression, my lips firmly shut.
I wanted to stop her. I wanted to ask if itâd be fine for us to talk for a bit longer.
Unfortunately, I couldnât.
⸢(Dok-Ja-ssi, you told me this once before that you have only one turn, and that the world we need to live in is this one. Thatâs why.... Iâll say it like this.)⸥
White light enveloped Yu Sang-Ah as she placed her hand on my head, a smile forming on her lips.
⸢(Letâs meet again in the next life.)⸥
Fin.