Lord Of Dying Smoke - Chapter 216



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The King of Death Smoke Episode 216

The Hope (4)

What should I say,

Most audiences had a rough idea of ​​what the film would be about before going to see it.

Why, it’s obvious that a person who is so cold that he wouldn’t even use a knife against someone experiences some kind of incident and opens his eyes to humanity, but isn’t that a story that always works?

Of course, depending on one’s personality, one might find it offensive, and people like Mr. Choi and Mr. Ho-Beon were also likely to go around leaving malicious comments like that.

That prediction was not wrong.

But, how should I put it, there were some differences in methodology.

That’s why the audience had no choice but to come back dumbfounded.

-That… That vice-captain was really crazy when he was young;

-I feel dazed when I see you replying while reciting the Gospel of John

-He was a real fanatic… I can see exactly what it meant when they said he was different from Richard I.

-I don’t believe in religion.

-The religion called humanity is also a religion.

-Humanity tt

Protect humanity.

The captain’s faith in it is strong.

In the beginning, the audience wondered if there was even a way to change the captain’s thoughts. It was natural, as even the production team that created it wondered if the character setting had the answer.

But Penelope had a very simple answer to that.

If you can’t change it, don’t change it.

-I think Olsen is more of a crazy bitch;

-Kill the one you think is not human.

-‘You have a choice’

-Pure evil, really

-Wouldn’t they both be killed?

-Is that faith?

In the middle of the film, the intelligence officer, unable to bear the massacre of a peaceful alien race, deserts the ship.

Naturally, she has no power to stand up to the Empire, and has no intention of doing so.

But the question can be asked:

‘Humanity is compatriots.’

That’s the maxim they’re talking about.

So then, just how far does humanity extend?

If you are physically human, are you human? If so, can other races be recognized as human if they modify their bodies?

If you are mentally human, are you human? If so, can you be recognized as human if you swap brains?

Is humanity an absolute purity that comes from birth? If so, does that mean I am no longer human if I reform myself?

Exactly how far must we go before coexistence with them is possible?

She decided to take up the knife herself.

[I’m sorry. I just wanted to ask you a question.]

[… … .]

[I prepared three cases. Which one would you consider to be human?]

[… … .]

[? Oh, everyone is a volunteer, so don’t be too surprised─]

[Ugh! Ughh …

But every time I ask that question, all I get in return is nausea and anger.

Having barely survived the pursuit of the Imperial First Fleet, she feels the need to ask more detailed questions.

Her questions and experiments become increasingly sophisticated.

And the world accepts it as an incomprehensible madness.

[You have a choice.]

The latter half of the play, after many events and a lot of time has passed.

She never finds an answer.

In the end, the group action of aliens and rebels ends with minimal damage thanks to the heroic actions of the captain, and she too is captured in the laboratory.

The Imperial Council congratulates such a captain and promotes him to fleet commander.

And then he gives the first command, which is so easy.

[The actions of the codenamed ‘Performance Artist’ threaten the well-being of the Empire. Deal with them appropriately.]

[From this point on, I hereby acknowledge your appointment as fleet commander.]

“Ah,” the artist says, lowering his head.

The captain won’t worry. He will follow without any hesitation. In the end, all her experiments will be meaningless─

It was exactly as expected.

The captain answered without even a moment’s hesitation.

[Unacceptable.]

[The command lacks legitimacy.]

* * *

[… I command you again.]

[‘Performance Artist’ is causing unrest among the Imperial subjects. Deal with him immediately.]

[I say this again. I cannot accept it.]

[Humanity is compatriots. This is the first article of the law that takes precedence over all else. I am responsible for protecting my compatriots according to the law.]

[The Empire is the cradle of humanity! Those who threaten the cradle are not compatriots, and those who are not compatriots are not humanity!]

[She did not threaten the cradle, nor did she kill her compatriots.]

[She simply wanted to clearly define what our compatriots are.]

[She experimented with fusion with alien monsters! That alone is reason enough!]

[lack.]

[… … .]

[… … .]

[…I will inform you, Captain, that the Imperial 1st Fleet is within firing range of your ship.]

[The Congress is questioning your loyalty.]

[I’ll leave everything to chance. Do what you have to do, Captain. Now! This is an ultimatum!]

[Responding to Congress’s ultimatum.]

[Prove that she is not one of my compatriots. Otherwise, I have no choice but to prioritize my duties.]

[I swore allegiance to humanity.]

Bam.

Communication is lost.

At the same time, all the screens inside the ship turn red and the alarm sounds fill the ship.

blankly,

The artist looks at the stubborn face of the believer.

[I’m not in my right mind…]

[I know. You’ve always had worrying scores on mental health tests. If you’re aware, you’ll recover quickly, so that’s good.]

[You’re talking, not me!]

The artist screams.

[What the hell are you doing after all this?! What do you gain by dying with me!]

[? Why do you think you’re going to die?]

[That’s because they’re 200 ships over there!!]

thud,

The shelled ship shakes with a loud noise.

The shattered terrarium exterior walls sizzle as emergency repairs are carried out.

The artist bites his lip.

[Stop it now. I know now. You are too great a person to die with the likes of me.]

[hmm.]

[I’ve done so many crazy things. Crazy experiments. I’m not even sure if my blood is red. I don’t need to die with a monster like this.]

The captain tilts his hat at an angle and orders evasive maneuvers.

[Is there any evidence that it’s a monster?]

[…yes?]

[Can you provide evidence that you are not human?]

[That’s it, you don’t even need any evidence─]

[Imperial law does not recognize any evidence other than physical evidence. I’m afraid the conclusion will not change.]

Silence falls.

The madman shakes his head a few times and asks.

[… Do you know that?]

[what?]

[You are truly crazy.]

[This is the first time I’ve heard that.]

The madman answered.

* * *

[Whew, after I die, I’ll buy you a drink or two. I’ll probably curse a little, though.]

[You can’t drink when you’re dead. And you don’t drink alcohol. Alcohol destroys brain cells.]

[Why worry about your brain cells when you’re dead? And surprisingly, people like you taste it and become addicted.]

[That’s nonsense.]

[Honestly, if I were the captain, I wouldn’t have done such a stupid thing.]

[If I get the chance to give up the captaincy next time, I will. To be honest, I was jealous of the vice-captain position.]

[That’s not what I meant… I guess I’ll go.]

[Do you think it’s true that the Empire is hiding the existence of other human civilizations in the multiverse and using them?]

[I don’t know.]

[If it’s true?]

[We’ll find out when we get there.]

[I don’t think I can avoid this.]

[I guess it’s around 7%.]

[… … .]

[… … .]

[…Before I die, I’m sorry, but I have one more question to ask.]

[what.]

[If evidence comes out that I’m not really human, you’ll arrest me and hand me over, right?]

[Of course.]

[Fuck.]

* * *

The fight between the two films wasn’t as loud as the “Battle of New York” a year and a half ago.

Director Dusk’s work received lukewarm reviews, and his counterparts also received lukewarm reviews.

The actual three-day performance was overwhelmingly in favor of the former.

After watching the movie, Amos Hoban, who was overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of awe, ran around as if he was excited to see it. He also ran around as if the revival of the , which was unfairly(?) taken away, was just around the corner.

However, Director Dusk’s perspective was different.

“It’s all up and down. I really don’t know what’s going on….”

“No, we’re slightly ahead! At this level, we have a good chance of winning!”

“Oh, of course! The director’s strategy worked perfectly! Didn’t it?!”

“I lost.”

“?”

“…yes?”

I lost─

Hopper Dusk closed his eyes quietly.

Unlike the world’s criminals, he had enough eyes to see it.

The reason was not difficult to analyze.

‘scenario.’

This one was overwhelming.

Unlike Director Dusk, who had originally planned to throw away the main story and write it as a waste, it was obvious that they had done it based on the success of the main story. Judging from the cutscene layout, the story probably changed several times.

‘production.’

Likewise, this side was ahead.

Even if the time spent is the same, there is bound to be a difference between SF and other genres. Henry Pyen somehow managed to pull off the action scenes, but everything else seemed rushed and rushed.

‘edit.’

There was no need to say anything.

Everything was as per the information taken from the filming set.

It was obvious what the opponent had come up with, and it was a hand we couldn’t lose.

But only a few.

It was just a few cutscenes that seemed hastily added that ended up ruining everything.

‘Penelope Olsen.’

It was truly a strange thing.

From the material Director Dusk extracted, Penelope clearly couldn’t keep up with Kang Min.

The reason was unknown. It may have been due to the actor’s compatibility, or it may have simply been that he was dissatisfied with being left behind by someone with much more experience.

Since his career is his career, he didn’t seem to show it. He also covered it up well with his acting skills.

But sometimes the audience reads the awkwardness into something more than the acting, and so the latter half of the scene lacked impact.

As soon as he saw that, Hopper Dusk was sure of victory.

‘Besides, now she was clearly in conflict with that guy Kang over the Emmys. She was a hole that wasn’t even worth guarding against.’

‘It must have been so…’

But how did this happen?

In the month leading up to the release, Penelope’s performance changed drastically.

There was an utter naturalness, and even more understanding, in her eyes.

It may not seem obvious at first glance.

But sometimes, something as ambiguous as that can change a scene decisively.

“Let’s each say a word.”

“Huh? Oh, yes… .”

“What was the most memorable scene in ?”

The staff who answered absentmindedly thought about it for a moment.

“Uh… reciting the Bible or something in the first half… and then a comedy routine in the second half?”

“The battle scene in the middle… I also like the two conversations in the latter half.”

“Why do you keep bringing up that pointless scene?”

“But what can I do with what I remember?”

“Yeah. It was strangely impressive, wasn’t it?”

The staff tilted their heads without thinking much about it. It seemed like it was something trivial.

But Hopper Dusk now seemed to be seeing the end of ten days ahead.

‘Kang, this is your victory.’

Hopper Dusk closed his eyes.

‘Enjoy the winner’s rights.’

But what,

Even the world-renowned Dusk director could not have imagined that the understanding that led to his defeat would be 178 degrees off from the truth.

* * *

“Min. I got some good commercials this time. Let’s appear together.”

“…yes?”

“For the record, no one died. Let’s stop this now. Now, you can forgive yourself a little… .”

“……yes?”