Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 182



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 182

The was a carefully planned military operation. It had to be powerful, accurate, confidential, and fast.

After using Teacher Bang Jeong-ah’s warm memories and voice to catch the writer off guard and draw him out, Gu Yuna, a blood demon with a reputation for martial arts, stepped forward and subdued him by pointing out the points.

“Ugh… ! Ugh… !”

“If you don’t want to get hurt, be quiet.”

“… … .”

Even though he could not paralyze the opponent by pointing the point, he silenced the opponent by covering his mouth and jabbing the point with his finger, so it is true that he was subdued with the point.

Now that the role of the strike team is over, it is time for the infiltration team.

Ma Ki-hoon, who was familiar with the studio structure, directed Min Hyo-chan and Moon Ji-seop and took care of all the writer’s daily necessities, including school uniforms and writing utensils.

“You can leave the computer and just take the keyboard! “He’s sensitive to the keyboard, so the computer doesn’t matter!”

“Should I take care of the keyboard cable as well?”

“It’s wireless, so leave it alone! Hey, bring your school uniform too! hurry!”

Hyomin Min, the cutie youngest member of the S-class girl group Benibis. In reverse, Min Hyomin could not come to the kidnapping site due to her schedule. Celebrities are busy.

However, Kim Byul was guarding the scene as the leader of the kidnapping operation, not because she was less busy than Min Hyo-min, but because she just smiled evilly and wanted to harass the writer.

“Hehehe… … .”

While Kim Byeol was laughing evilly, Ma Ki-hoon’s infiltration team completely robbed the house.

Since it was a desolate house without much furniture to begin with, it didn’t take that long.

Ma Ki-hoon shouted urgently.

“okay! “I got everything!”

“let’s go!”

“Ugh… Ugh… … .”

They moved somewhere quickly and secretly.

Their plan did not end with kidnapping.

There is a word commonly added to ‘kidnapping’.

Yes. It is ‘imprisonment’.

There is no space in the word ‘kidnapping and confinement’. It is Seonhyeon’s wisdom that kidnapping and confinement should flow like a river.

The ultimate goal of the Popular Culture and Arts Research Club is to end the hikikomori lifestyle of the first manager and get him to go to school!

To achieve this, detailed management was needed even after the kidnapping.

Fortunately, the brain of Moon Ji-seop, a top 4% IQ student who made up for his lack of writing skills with grades, was able to come up with an appropriate location.

They headed to the yellow van in the apartment complex parking lot.

“Well, that… ! Ugh… … !”

The van is covered in yellow, as if to prove that it frequently transports children.

A red cross was drawn on the side as if revealing another identity of the vehicle.

Underneath the cross were written instructions written in the Bible.

The writer who was captured by Gu Yuna gave up all hope when he saw the last message written on the van.

EP 11-All kinds

Director Choongjae Moon is an experienced orphanage director.

In other words, it means that they came into this world at a time when the social treatment of orphans was at its lowest.

It was a time when newborn babies were sold overseas, disobedient children were whipped with leather belts, and gaslighting and sexual crimes against minors were considered everyday occurrences.

An evangelist who began caring for orphans in such dark times strengthened his religious beliefs by enduring and enduring the bitter taste of the harsh bottom of society.

Therefore, Director Moon Chung-jae’s policy of running the orphanage was focused on ‘saving sentient beings’ rather than ‘improving the quality of life of orphans’.

This was the reason why the children at Saebit Neulbom Orphanage were in a bit of poverty, even though they were not short of money thanks to receiving subsidies by straddling both Catholic and Protestant churches.

Director Choongjae Moon… … .

The more money came in, the more children they received.

That is Director Moon Chung-jae’s style. It was also the style that the head of the orphanage finance team was delighted with.

To exaggerate a little, you could say that it is like pouring water into a bottomless pot.

However, even a bottomless poison can be filled if you throw it into a flowing river.

Thanks to a famous writer somewhere, Mr. Moon, who sent donations like a flowing river, the Saebit Sloth Orphanage experienced great changes despite Director Chungjae Moon’s endless desire to collect orphans.

Improving living standards.

This was the first thing Moonin felt when he returned to the orphanage for the first time in a while.

First of all, the side dishes have changed.

“What, is it delicious?”

The Saebit Elephant Orphanage that the writer knew was a different world without the concept of ‘taste’.

So the writer’s admiration was a bit primitive.

“this… Does it mean ‘delicious’? ?!”

Saebitneulbom Orphanage also has a nutritionist. Nutritionists devise various menus for growing children.

So, I just ‘devise’.

What really comes to the dinner table is a bitter compromise between lofty ideals and cold reality. So the taste was bitter.

It’s a secret to public officials, but there were times when the orphanage was in trouble, Bang Jeong-ah was brought in on an emergency basis, and large quantities of curry and black bean paste were airlifted, and only curry-jjajang-curry-jjajang came out.

The point of humor was that the children at the orphanage enjoyed the food at that time as if it were a special meal.

But it’s different now. This taste was not like the agony of a researcher at a large corporation, but rather like the agony of a daycare nutritionist.

The writer smiled softly, thinking that the donation had not been wasted.

“haha… … .”

Seeing that smile, I thought the writer’s mood had calmed down a bit, and Kim Byeol, who was across from him, spoke to him.

“The rice is really delicious, isn’t it? right?”

“… … .”

However, this was an inappropriate choice. The writer looked down and was silent.

This is because the was carried out on Saturday morning, and the meal they were eating now was Saturday lunch.

Mun-in was not a child who felt relieved just because the kidnapper gave him a nice meal. In fact, her child is not that stupid.

However, instead of getting angry, the writer chose silence.

The reason why the writer, who was famous (really famous) for his foul temper, did not get irritated was because Kim Byeol’s beauty did not cause Stockholm Syndrome.

This was because these mean and evil kidnappers brought Teacher Bang Jeong-ah to the same table.

Although they did not threaten, saying, ‘If you lose your temper, Teacher Bang Jeong-ah’s life will be ruined,’ the result was not much different.

The writer was self-respecting. Because she cannot be hysterical in front of teacher Bang Jeong-ah.

However, the anger was expressed in a slightly more petty way, as follows.

“Iknow, right. “The rice is really delicious, senior Kim Byeol.”

“Ah, ahaha… “Why do you speak so harshly?”

“… … .”

The writer listened. Even after hearing Kim Byeol’s words, I just chewed them.

Kim Byeol, who had a slightly shady side, was a sensitive type who put a lot of stress on her pride even when reading KakaoTalk, but this time, she smiled and held it in because she was the one who made the mistake first.

And in fact, Kim Byeol’s intentions were also complicated.

‘What should I do now?’

I don’t know what to say.

This is because the plan itself was far from Kim Byeol’s thoughts.

Kim Byeol’s expected scenario was as follows.

* * *

S#.1. Outside the studio / late at night

Under the street lights. The writer refuses help and leaves.

Kim Byeol. He roughly grabs the writer’s wrist and says.

Kim Byeol: I couldn’t just watch you being lonely in your room. We are friends!

Moon In: (Moon In-seop is moved) … !!!

Byul Kim: If you have any concerns, please share them with us! What’s so hard about this?

Writer: You, you don’t understand! My literary concerns!

Kim Byul: Noisy! That’s it, tell them you want to go to school!!!

Moonin: (with tears in his eyes) I want to go!!!

* * *

“Umm… … .”

The original plan was to just get over it with the power of friendship, but the current situation was far beyond Kim Byeol’s expectations.

This is all because someone who is wondering if he is Moon Ji-seop or something is making a stupid joke. Anyway, the stone that rolled like this… … .

“… … .”

And in fact, Kim Byeol has not yet finished making up her mind about the situation in which Gu Yuna confessed to the writer.

It is shocking that a creature called Gu Yuna has a warm heart, and it is even more shocking that the writer rejected it.

And Kim Byeol couldn’t understand why it led to long-term seclusion.

Actually, Kim Byeol’s feelings are quite complicated.

because… … .

“Just pretend it never happened.”

Yuna Gu’s voice interrupted Kim Byeol’s thoughts.

“what?”

“Let’s pretend it never happened.”

If you don’t know the cause, the only way to solve the problem is to guess roughly. That’s why people beat up broken computers and pray to the gods of heaven and earth to fix them.

But Gu Yuna is a person who cannot accept such a mentality. Everything should be clear, simple and clear.

Therefore, in this case, the most accurate way to solve the problem is formatting. It’s about making it seem like nothing happened.

Since Gu Yu-na’s confession caused a problem for the writer, Gu Yu-na said that she should make her confession a no-brainer.

“I don’t know why you’re suffering. But it’s obvious. Maybe I did something wrong again. Because I’ve always been like that… .”

“ah… … .”

“So I’m sorry. It’s my fault. “Let’s pretend everything never happened.”

Kim Byeol was startled, but subconsciously understood. It was a very lame remark.

However, the writer, who knew Gu Yu-na much better than Kim Byeol, was in great shock.

Gu Yuna is wrong in empathizing with other people’s emotions, but it does not mean that she herself does not have emotions.

Therefore, it is true that Gu Yuna felt love for the writer.

But I was rejected.

And even after being rejected, the other person is having a hard time, so they apologize and tell them to just pretend it never happened… … .

The misery that Gu Yuna was feeling right now would be no different from that of an ordinary person.

but… … .

What on earth makes Gu Yuna so weak?

It was at this point that the writer felt shocked.

The Gu Yuna that writers know is, then and now, a novelist with a difficult personality who is full of pride.

Even though he confessed his love and then got dumped, he is not the kind of person who bows his head in despair like this.

Gu Yuna is a warrior.

He thinks by his own standards, not by the standards of the world, and lives a life like a lonely warrior walking the path of training.

Gu Yuna looks like this in such a pitiful state. Munin was shocked as her childhood hero was crumbling into a shapeless mess.

Why?

The answer is obvious.

In the end, it is the writer’s own karma.

The writer who wanted to develop Gu Yu-na’s talent claimed to be Gu Yu-na’s teacher.

And the writer was the perfect teacher.

He was an ‘excessively’ perfect teacher.

Gu Yu-na now follows the path shown by Mun-in, not her own path. She accepted that path as it was her destiny.

Because, although I do not know it, the literary utopia shown by the writer is the path that I created together with the writer.

Therefore, Gu Yuna’s literature cannot advance without writers.

Dependency.

In return for having developed her talent much earlier, Yuna Gu lost her literary autonomy and independence.

Like a student who was gaslighted by his teacher, he cannot develop without the teachings of a writer… … .

“ah… … .”

The writer has now realized the karma of what he has done.

When I barely recovered from the shock and looked up, Gu Yuna’s lips were trembling.

To others, it may have seemed like tension, but to the writer’s eyes, Gu Yuna looked like she was sobbing with tears streaming down her face.

So the writer’s answer was not made after calm deliberation, but rather came out in a hurry to soothe Guy Yuna’s tears.

“No, Yuna. I’m so… I guess it was a lot of stress. Due to the combination of these things, the slump hit a little harder this time. “It’s never your fault.”

“… … okay?”

“okay. I’m sorry for worrying you. Senior Kim too. I’m sorry for worrying you. No matter how difficult it is, you shouldn’t just stay in the corner of your room… … .”

“Uh, huh?! No no! are you okay!”

Kim Byeol, who was worried that things seemed to be going awry, felt happy when Moonin suddenly seemed to have returned to normal.

The corners of Kim Byeol’s mouth rose little by little as she said it was okay. It is impossible to control the feelings of joy.

Therefore, Kim Byeol could not pay close attention to the writer’s expression.

The writer could not laugh.

Still, I did my best to pretend to be fine and reassure those around me.

“School? ah… I have to go. “I’ve been out for too long.”

“really? Is it real?! Are you going to school?”

“Yes, I will definitely go.”

Kim Byeol breathed a sigh of relief.

And then he smiled softly and expressed his concerns.

“okay. “I’m glad you feel better.”

Nothing has improved.

“I’m glad that I feel like I’ve stopped worrying for a while… … .”

Nothing has been resolved.

“I’m finally going to school… “It feels good!”

School isn’t important.

But the writer smiled softly.

It was literally an adult’s smile without any soul.

* * *

“ah… … .”

I leaned against a tree in the orphanage yard and looked up at the sky.

Unlike my complicated, twisted mind, the sky was clear and open.

Nothing has been resolved.

The guilt toward Yuna Guy did not go away. Rather, it added up. I had broken through Mang Yuna’s heart, and now I realized that I had broken through her literature as well.

Kim Byul wants to have a fun school life with her friends. However, I only realized once again that I was not a young genius boy, but a literature student living in a humble single room.

One fact is clear.

My life continued.

Then you have to drag everything along.

Even if you go to the other side of time and can never reach it again, you have to carry it all on your shoulders and go.

But the weight is so heavy. There has never been a day as burdensome as today.

Like the sand in an hourglass slowly falling, time was slowly weighing me down… … .

“… … ?”

At that time, I felt a familiar sense of déjà vu.

It was not déjà vu, but a memory based on reality.

This is because this zelkova tree that I am leaning against right now was the very place where I agonized over time on the first day I went back in time.

This amazing coincidence brought a smile to my face for a moment.

“haha… … .”

The funny things didn’t end there.

I felt some strange coincidence here.

It was a kind of ‘overlap’.

I was in a long agony and pain in the studio of a youth rental housing apartment.

But one day, due to an unexpected incident, he was suddenly transferred to Saebit Spring Orphanage.

This happened exactly twice.

But the process was different.

If the first method of movement was murder, the second method of movement was kidnapping.

If the first motivation was despair, the second motivation was worry.

If the first moved with one’s own hands, the second moved with someone else’s hands.

The result is the same, but the process has changed.

Maybe this is the biggest change I’ve made.

Like the excitement I felt at a birthday party one day… … .

“excuse me… hi?”

The evidence walked before my eyes.

Now I know the name. It’s not Ding-seop, it’s Chi-seop.

Long ago, a student who was blaming the world for wishing someone had told him to start studying a little earlier appeared in front of me wearing the uniform of Baekhak Arts High School after hearing a compliment I gave him when he was young.

This is also something I changed.

That butterfly effect opened my mouth.

“if… … .”

I listened to Ji-seop Moon.

Moon Ji-seop hesitated for a while and then asked seriously, as if he was talking about something very important.

“Can I join the Popular Art Research Club?”

“what?”

“No, no, pop culture and art research club! “Popular Culture and Arts Research Club!”

Ji-seop Moon hastily changed his words as if he would show me hate if he said the wrong name of the club.

Before nodding my head, I expressed my absurd feelings.

“Why are you asking me that? “I’ll have to ask senior Kim.”

“Actress Kim Byeol is a bit… Because I’m scared… … .”

“You’re a bright and kind person, but why?”

“Bright? “You said?”

Moon Ji-seop acted like a person who could not connect the word and the concept of . It’s a strange thing.

“But senior Kim is scary and I’m easy?”

“then. “It’s easy.”

Moon Ji-seop flirted and stretched out his fist at me.

It wasn’t a sudden fist bump, but a greeting with fist bumps.

“we… “It’s the ‘New Light Spring’ family, right?”

I could feel the fear of rejection in Moon Ji-seop’s cheerful eyes.

I was able to read that fear without difficulty.

That’s easy.

But how to accept that fear is difficult.

Actually, Moon Ji-seop is not an important person to me. When he was young, he didn’t think much of it and just wished him well.

If it’s fate, it’s fate, but does fate really have meaning? In this bizarre world where decades of time disappear into nothingness due to someone’s tricks?

I recalled exactly what I was thinking about in this zelkova tree where I was sitting.

* * *

‘I can somewhat understand the fact that time has gone back. ‘How can the human race, living in a tiny speck of dust in this gigantic universe, know all about the grand providence of the world?’

‘The entire universe is full of truths and laws that science has not yet discovered. And some of them may be in the realm of theology rather than science.’

‘But 10 years is a kind of ‘unit’. The unit was made by people. People gathered together and promised to call the time it takes for the Earth to revolve around the sun ‘one year’. Even that is not an accurate calculation.’

‘So the concept of ‘one year’ was a legal concept rather than a scientific one. It is not a law of nature, but a result of human intelligence.’

‘For that reason, I can only say that my return after exactly 10 years was due to the intervention of someone who understands human intelligence.’

‘who is he?’

* * *

I’m still afraid of ‘him’.

His name is Time.

Time leads humans to their inevitable death, but it used to be a bit meaner to me.

Time has forever separated me from the things I love, made me long for things that cannot be returned, and prevented me from enjoying all the blessings of this world.

Everything except literature is a slave to the hands of time.

It’s not mine.

Therefore, you should not give affection. Because you might lose it again.

So, to me, a relationship shouldn’t have any meaning.

But if humans had been that wise, history would have been a little more peaceful.

I also ended up repeating the same mistake.

It’s time to admit it.

“ha… … .”

The relationship is not an illusion.

This depends on whether I regard others as illusions or not.

And looking at my weakness that suffered for months because of my relationship with Gu Yuna, it seems clear that I do not regard them as illusions.

Because they showed me kindness, friendship, love, and teachings, they eventually became a part of me.

That is what humans are like. No one exists by itself. Every human being is made up of a collection of others.

My lack was because my parents were missing from that set, and my love was because the existence of Gu Yuna filled that lack.

Now I understand.

Therefore, fate is not meaningless.

I already belong among them.

They have already become a part of me, and I have already become a part of them… … .

“It’s comfortable to admit it… … .”

So, there is no need to be afraid of adding one more relationship.

I bumped my fist with Ji-seop Moon, who was extending his fist while waiting for my long thoughts.

“Welcome to our club.”

“ah… … !”

Joy filled the face of the devoted boy.

To me it was a brief greeting, but to others it may be an achievement achieved through hard work over the past few years.

After running around and letting the joy escape me, I returned to my friends who had given me so much without even realizing it.

Before we knew it, the club children were chattering together with the children from the orphanage.

As the warm sunset embraces them like a blessing,

The bell of the church attached to the orphanage rang sweetly.

Dang- Deng- Dang-

“ah.”

The moment the bell rang, lightning struck my mind.

A thrill that spreads all the way to your fingertips.

“hahahahahahahaha-!”

Another piece of literature came to me.

* * *

next day.

I glared at Moon Ji-seop.

“You, get out of our club.”

(continue)