Hiding the House in the Apocalypse - Hiding the House in the Apocalypse chapter 55

37. immortal (1)

There are two webtoon writers.

One has long enjoyed a lot of money and popularity at the top, while the other has barely held on to the professional threshold and has to watch young and new writers get ahead of him and make their way to the top he sees.

One had a lot to lose.

Before he was thirty, he had saved enough money to live above the middle class until his death.

That’s why I was able to get married and manage my assets.

the other didn’t.

He could not escape from the insecurity of being an artist, the fate of those who have to earn a living through art.

Although he saved up a little money, he never dreamed of getting married and barely managed to save enough to live on his own for the rest of his life.

One of the reasons may be that personal charm is less than the former.

Times have changed.

The popular writer tried to look at the world with optimism, as people with many possessions do, and criticized humans who said destruction was coming, revealing excessive contempt.

Pilcrum 88: There are a lot of people who make gloomy predictions because the world is falling apart these days. Just be faithful every day. Lose yourself or make it. Before worrying about losing others.

A notice criticizing the current situation he left behind received nearly 2,300 comments. Most of it was a reaffirmation of vehement support for him.

Another writer tried to look at the world in a dark way.

Just in time, the fact that his ambitious suspense work, which he thought was a masterpiece of his life, was ignored by readers also fueled his despair.

Putting a needlessly cruel description that his grades weren’t coming out as expected came back as a stain that shook his career.

In the end, he received a warning from the platform and had to fold the work half of his own will and half of his own.

He knew all too well that it was the fate of writers who did not sell well.

DragonC: Thanks to the readers.

There were 13 comments on the last farewell message he posted.

Two of them were advertisements for illegal Cialis.

The fates of the two writers, who walked such opposite paths, were completely reversed when the war began.

The popular writer was pushed from a luxurious mansion on the outskirts of Gyeonggi-do to Seoul, and then back to Bucheon.

On the other hand, an ordinary writer made a rather splendid air-raid shelter with all his property, and drew a favorable response from readers by drawing a webtoon as before by matching LPG-based stable fuel infrastructure, power generation facilities, and satellite Internet equipment.

Was it better before the war or after the war?

If you ask them, you will get contradictory answers.

At least Mr. Dragon, the treasure of our forum, can confidently say that life after the war will be better than before.

The fact that their conflicting situation was highlighted is also thanks to the wind of change brought by our messiah, John Naenon.

A popular writer who was active in Failnet posted on our bulletin board.

Pilcrum 88: Hello DragonC. This is Pilcrum 88.

he saw

A common low-ranking writer who couldn’t even remember his name, let alone a rival, was now eating his fill and comfortably drawing webtoons in a much better and safer place than himself, hanging out with a perisher of a similar situation.

We don’t know what emotions he felt at first, but the only emotions we can see are jealousy and anger.

Pilcrum 88: You pretended to be a writer with such poor skills. To be honest, you don’t even see the buds of talent, but it’s nice to see you pretending to be a very great writer in preparation for destruction hahahaha

If Pilcrum 88 was just a reader, Mr. Dragon might have just laughed and moved on.

However, Pilcrum 88 is a popular writer.

Before the war, he was the one who had been at the top of the mountain that he did not dare to look at.

That kind of person made a fuss.

I’ve never done any creative work outside of beatboxing, so I have no way of knowing exactly what Mr. Dragon was feeling, but at least it seemed like he was angry.

DragonC: Thank you for writing a long article by twisting your body in a place where the Internet doesn’t work properly.

Mr. Dragon, who rarely showed his emotions, showed an angry reaction.

Arms bend inward.

Our bulletin board friends showed affection for the bulletin board after a long time at Feel Club 88’s rude behavior.

keystone: No, why are you killing our dragon?

Anonymous 848: Then you are also a perisher. If you made a lot of money and did it separately, you would have lived better than us.

Anonymous 458: f*ck you bastard

roka3218 : You’re a narrow-minded bastard. Do you feel sick to your stomach because a bastard that sells less than you is doing well?

SKELTON: (Skelton piece) Let’s not fight!

unicorn18 : Pil Crum 88. Can I ask for just one commission?

Defender : Are you from Incheon?

Truly a feast of loyalty.

Mr. Dragon also posted a thank-you note, perhaps moved by our loyalty.

DragonC: These bastards…!!

However, Pilcrum 88 was not an easy man.

he is a popular writer

He is a writer who has risen to the highest position by overcoming fierce competition and crushing numerous competitors.

Pilcrum 88 knew how to f*ck the same writer.

Pilcrum 88: Pilcrum 88th edition “The Remants” serial notice

He foretold a new work.

Mr. Dragon announced that he would serialize the same work with the same concept, the same theme, and the same title as his last masterpiece, which he ambitiously prepared and planned.

Some might say it’s a steal.

However, piracy is a story that is established when the copying party is worse than the copying party.

If a more well-known, more popular, more capable writer makes the same story more polished, funnier, and better, the original work is just fine.

Pilkrum 88: The Remnant Episode 1 “Kyle Doss” by pilkrum88

Tremendous speed and drawing power, meticulous composition and cut distribution.

As expected, Mr. Dragon’s masterpiece redrawn by Pilcrum 88 showed a level of reinterpretation beyond plagiarism, or even the realm of re-creation.

It’s the same content, but it feels like watching something completely different.

If Pilcrum 88’s work is a course dish prepared with the pride of a Michelin-starred restaurant, Dragon’s work feels like a moderate meal served at a franchise restaurant run by a popular chef.

In particular, it was no exaggeration to say that the scene where Kyle Dos shares his last kiss with his wife and meets a noble ending is a work of art.

Pilcrum 88, who created a completely new masterpiece beyond copying Mr. Dragon’s work, proudly climbed onto the podium and posed as a winner.

Pilcrum 88: Where is DragonC? The story was good, but the directing was so lame, so I interpreted it in my own way. If so, please come out and say something. I really want to hear the opinion of the original author.

It’s not too hard to guess what Mr. Dragon’s rage must be when he was overwhelmed in every way.

After that day, Mr. Dragon disappeared from the bulletin board without saying anything.

“······ Huh, true.”

If this had been a different topic and a different dimension, we might have been able to intervene.

But this is a story about art.

It is a story about the pride of two writers.

So, the two writers fought in an arena where we couldn’t intervene. Pilcrum 88’s weight class was higher and Mr. Dragon was defeated.

A week later, Mr. Dragon contacted me.

Message from DragonC: Skeleton. The profile you sent me before. Are you real?

SKELTON: ?

Message from DragonC: Is that guard graduating from the top or S rank? Callsign Professor? Anyway, about the application you sent me before.

“ah.”

It was a big deal.

*If it was like the old days, of course I would have said yes.

It is very important to me to hope for long-term survival to feel even a little bit alive in a situation where boredom eats away at my soul.

But things are not good right now.

The probability that Woo Min-hee or someone from the government side will be active on our bulletin board has greatly increased.

For example, a journalist nobleman.

I shouldn’t reveal what I saw in a place where there are eyes watching the hositamtam.

In particular, if Woo Min-hee, who desperately searches for Um Chang-i, knows this fact, the good Um Chang-i (31 years old) could really die…

Still, the feeling of cheering for Mr. Dragon is genuine.

He has long provided us with vitamins for the mind to keep us from being swallowed up by boredom and boredom.

That too for free.

Ignoring that dragon is something that Skelton, who is known as a man of loyalty, at least on the bulletin board, shouldn’t do.

For that reason, I chose a somewhat ambiguous option.

SKELTON: I’m exaggerating a bit, but it’s true that I was a Hunter. To be honest, I give birth more than I respect.

I didn’t lie.

A message from DragonC: You’re really clear on your concept.

SKELTON : (Skelton shy)

A message from DragonC: Anyway, if you’re a real hunter, can you help me?

SKELTON: Help? I?

Message from DragonC: I’m going to challenge Pilcrum again.

SKELTON:?!

A message from DragonC: But it can’t be done with an ordinary piece, right? To be honest, the mechanical difference is pretty big. I thought about it, but in the end, a kid with a mechanic like me has to compete with the material and composition. For that, I’m trying to draw a real hunter story.

A message from DragonC: So I want to ask you a few questions. Is it possible to cooperate?

what.

Was it like that.

Then there is no reason to refuse.

rather an honor

Even if I received 10,000 comments on Failnet, I, a small user on our bulletin board, could help named Mr. Dragon.

SKELTON: Excellent choice.

Thus began a collaboration that will go down in history between Skeleton and Mr. Dragon.

To be honest, Mr. Dragon didn’t trust me very much in the beginning.

I reached out my hand here and there to defeat the giant called Pilcrum, but I held out my hand with the feeling of grabbing a straw, and I responded quickly, so I felt strongly that he was actually collaborating with me, which he didn’t want.

However, Mr. Dragon’s suspicion did not last long.

Because this bakgyu is real.

He was the one who hit the peak among the old school hunters in his opinion.

Before the appearance of Awaken, I generously conveyed the hunters’ tactics, culture, and attitude to combat through appropriate processing to Mr. Dragon.

Mr. Dragon was suspicious of my remarks at first, but later listened to my opinion with surprise or even admiration.

A message from DragonC: Hey, were you a real hunter?

That one word that suddenly burst out in the middle of the work seemed to reveal Mr. Dragon’s state of mind.

SKELTON: This is our secret. I don’t want my coolness to flow outside.

Message from DragonC: You sent me an introduction to the concept that was too much for such a thing. what? 13th? Callsign Professor? Contributed to the discovery of mutation mechanisms? Dear Sir?

SKELTON: (Skelton embarrassed) Yeah, that’s for dramatic fun. Actually, it wasn’t 13, it was just an ordinary hunter hahahaha

“…”

It’s not my fault.

Who would have imagined Jonnannon would invade here with Failnet.

In addition, how else was he supposed to know that the identity of that journalist man might be Woo Min-hee?

If you have the insight to know all that, you shouldn’t be in the shelter.

You must immediately jump out of the shelter and become the leader of mankind.

Fortunately, Mr. Dragon doesn’t seem to care about my deadly profile.

He wanted something else.

Message from DragonC: Can we actually see it?

he wanted to meet me

Surprisingly, he was not too far from my territory.

The western wasteland I hadn’t looked back on, the empty plain where the waves of the West Sea could barely be caught if standing on tiptoe was the hideout chosen by the named user, Mr. Dragon.

Even Mr. Dragon himself would not have known.

Never thought that Defender would move closer to his house.

In fact, I felt it even during my Defender days, but the west coast is an area to be avoided.

Rumors spread that Chinese forces might land.

In fact, just across the bay is a real Chinese military-dominated area.

It was probably a choice of ignorance and insensitivity, but in the end his positioning was just as dangerous and safe as mine.

Even the pioneers prowling here and there didn’t even come close to the West Sea.

“West from my house? There is nothing there. Didn’t the west coast conduct an evacuation operation when the war started? It’s also the place where the Chinese bastards brought conventional weapons and poured them saying they were going to land.”

Anyway, I decided to meet the named user Mr. Dragon.

It is probably the reason why I am worried about the profile of Gyu Lee, who was sent to Mujiseong, but I want to help him as a brother in the same community.

That’s all…

*

There was such a thing as prejudice.

Webtoon writers are young.

It seemed that youth was their attribute.

However, the Mr. Dragon I met in person was almost an elder in his 50s.

It also had a lot of wrinkles, gray hair covered half of her hair, and her face was dark red in a bad way.

Possibly a bad shape.

Perhaps it was a heavy smoker, but his mouth smelled like a smoker.

“hello? This is Skeleton.”

That’s probably why he naturally used respectful words.

“Why don’t we use polite honorifics between us? speak comfortably Skelton. It’s Dragon.”

Contrary to his impression, Mr. Dragon’s voice was quite young.

“nice to meet. Mr. Dragon. It is a skeleton.”

“Are you younger than you thought? When I saw you writing, I thought you were the same age.”

Mr. Dragon stretched out his hand with a smile on his wrinkled eyes.

His hands had as many calluses as mine.

People who hold a pen instead of a weapon can also have hard hands like this.

The area around his air defense shelter was quiet.

“excuse me.”

Mr. Dragon held out his binoculars.

“See the red flag? They are Chinese kids. I can’t even step out of there. There’s a zombie den right below. There seems to be a monster next to it.”

Indeed, on the other side of the sea, as Ji Young-hee had told them, a small Chinese infantry force was stationed.

However, they seemed more like survivors struggling to survive than soldiers.

This is what happens when you see the farmers carrying plows instead of guns and farming in perfect order according to the command of the whistle.

“Now then, shall we begin?”

Mr. Dragon showed his will.

“An immortal masterpiece that will flatten that cheeky young bastard, Pilcrum?”

What he asked me for was the posture of a real hunter.

How to hold a gun, how to handle weapons and how to fight monsters.

The ax is connected to my personal image, so I gave a few demonstrations with an imitation dagger and firearm instead.

chuck! chuck!

Disciplined posture and perfect separation of motion.

The basic skills of a hunter of the old era, exemplary enough to be called a professor in the old days, were demonstrated in front of the desolate sea beyond the years.

“and······.”

Mr. Dragon’s mouth fell open.

“Skelton. Aren’t you kidding?”

“······My callsign is actually not a professor, but a dandy. DANDY”

“The call sign is fine, isn’t it really a joke?”

A smile of repentance appeared on Mr. Dragon’s lips.

“Really, I might be able to win…”