Round 2 Starts With 990,000 Points - Chapter 99

99 – Paranoia

“Let me tell you first….”

As soon as I sat across from her, she got to her point.

“I called you here.”

There are times when I am dumbfounded when I hear something very unexpected. It was now.

“You called me here?”

“Yes.”

Because it was right that they were called. Seeing my bewildered expression, she spoke again.

“I summoned you.”

The word summon is not used in everyday life. It is rarely used unless a subpoena is issued for a lawsuit in court.

“What about summoning?”

“Yes. I summoned you to this world.”

For a moment, it felt like a rock had fallen in my head. Her remarks are abrupt.

“Summoned to this world….”

“Yes. I am the author of this novel… , No, the maker of this world.”

Crazy bastard.

If someone had heard it, they would have suspected schizophrenia. But I believed her words. Because I always imagined that this day would come.

For the first few days after falling into this world, I imagined this.

Imagined that I might be able to meet the being who summoned me.

A person’s life follows cause and effect.

There is no such thing as fate.

If I were summoned to the world of a novel, there would be a will or purpose of some existence there.

I thought so.

After 15 years, that thought has all but disappeared. Because I had no clue whatsoever.

Then, one day, all the main characters in the novel died and the world was destroyed. And I returned to the past 15 years ago after being judged as a power shortage assessment.

“Wait….”

“Are you confused?”

“Let me check.”

“Yes.”

“So, you summoned me to this world…. No, before that, are you serious about saying that this place is the world of a novel?”

“Yes. Because I am the original author.”

“You mean the author of the novel?”

“Yes.”

It was a conversation that could only be done between people you know, but it needed to be confirmed.

“How do you believe?”

“Have you been in the military?”

“Suddenly, why….”

“Did you get discharged from the military in your original world, not here?”

“Yes.”

“When were you discharged?”

I thought for a moment. It was a very, very long time ago, but the memories on Earth were as clear as yesterday.

“I was discharged in the early 2020s. 2024 To be exact.”

“It was when Kang Jeong-pil was president.”

It’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.

Kang Jeong-pil.

This is the name of the 20th president. Not in this world, but in my original world.

She studied my expression carefully and continued.

“Kang Jeong-pil. He is the president who promoted the image of the economic president by eating delicious chicken gangjeong at the market. That worked positively and I succeeded in winning the presidential election. At the time, it was called sweet and sour chicken on the Internet.”

She swallowed her saliva.

“Do you believe me now?”

“Maybe….”

“Yes. Please speak.”

“There is such a thing as the ability to read thoughts….”

“Ha ha.”

As I muttered, she let out her sigh. In fact, I believe her words. But it was so sudden that I just wanted to refute it.

“I am just like you.”

“You mean the same?”

“No, not exactly the same…. I will tell you my story.”

She began a long talk.

* * *

2019 Was a year of severe disability. Daye Yu failed the entrance exam. The place she went to after she had failed her third class was neither a factory nor an academy for luck. She was Noryangjin.

“There is no answer other than civil servants.”

Ten years ago, there was a lot of talk about being a public servant as an iron rice bowl or a honey job, but now it has become a job to avoid due to low pay and high-intensity labor.

I had no particular dream of becoming a public official, but I had no choice but to make a living. Because it’s better than being unemployed.

Yu Daye persuaded her parents and made her official preparations. She

She emphasized that graduating from university does not guarantee that she will find a good job.

Her argument worked to some extent, and her parents decided to actively help her study for civil service.

Now, the only answer is a real civil servant.

However, as can be seen in the case of failing three times, she was not good at studying. On the day she pretended to study, she read a novel book, and in the end she spent an extra year of wasted time.

It’s ruined.

She is already twenty-three.

Now there is no real answer.

But even at the age where the fire would fall on her feet, she did not feel a sense of danger.

Shall we play for one more year?

Around that time, something caught her attention.

That was a web novel.

Uh, if this is it… ?

Unsurprisingly, she had no talent for studies, but she had some talent as a web novel writer. She

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She didn’t even write normally, but she came out with a flurry of writing.

Someone said it would take hours to write 5,000 characters a day, but she wrote all 5,000 characters in 30 minutes. It took only three or four days to write a novel.

It’s honey.

The pay-per-view of writing was not high, but it was not low, and above all, I could write quickly, so there was no problem in making a living.

This is my way.

From then on, she lived as a full-time writer. She didn’t have a particularly bad life. For four hours a day, she wrote eight pieces, and the rest of the time was spent playing, sleeping, conceiving other works, or meeting her friends and enjoying her cultural life.

The incident in question happened unexpectedly when she finished her work in the middle of writing.

“Ugh.”

She had a dream, a dream that seemed real. It wasn’t even a lucid dream, but it was bizarre. As for the content of her dream, she was following the content of her novel, which she had finally completed. She was so vivid that it gave me goosebumps.

Am I finally crazy?

Artists have a higher prevalence of mental illness than the general population. If only 1 out of 100 ordinary people suffer from schizophrenia, 2 or 3 people in the art world will suffer from schizophrenia. The prevalence is two or three times higher. She was terrified. She wonders if she has a mental illness.

That anxiety made her sickness worse. At first she slept only 10 out of 24 hours a day, later she slept 14, 16 and even 22 hours at the end. Except for the time she eats and packs, she sleeps all day.

Shall we go to the hospital?

I had never been to a mental hospital since I was born. So the visit was reluctant. Besides, at first she was conscious of the seriousness of her illness and she was very scared, but later she realized that it wasn’t all that bad.

This is interesting.

In her dream, she was an omnipotent being.

There was self-consciousness and a sense of reality. Besides, she is the world in her novels written by herself. It’s really no different than a god.

People in the dream world were just like real people. She enjoyed freedom to the fullest with the characters in the novel.

* * *

As I listened to her story, I looked at her with one eye.

“I don’t understand.”

“We haven’t finished talking yet…. What do you not understand?”

“That means he was an ordinary person like me.”

“Yes.”

“It’s strange that she became omniscient because she got sick.”

She sighed.

“I’m sure that sounds like a lie.”

“No. It doesn’t sound like a lie as the situation is the situation, but it’s ridiculous.”

“When I think… I think I found out the secret without my knowledge.”

“A secret?”

“Secrets of the world.”

She let out another long sigh.

“Do you know about quantum mechanics?”

“No.”

“You don’t know?”

“I heard the word itself a lot, so I know roughly what it means, but I don’t know exactly….”

“About the multiverse theory?”

“That works just as well….”

“Do you know about simulated cosmology?”

“The world is a virtual reality, is that something?”

“Yes.”

She said with conviction.

“I think the world is similar to virtual reality.”

“What is that….”

“So, I created another world without even knowing it. As a result, this salty… !”

She spread her arms and made an overbearing gesture.

“I came to make the world.”

“A virtual world?”

“Yes. The world here.”

“You have a lot of imagination.”

“Because I am a writer.”

I sighed.

“So let’s say that the delusional man created this world. Then….”

“I didn’t hit it, it really made me create this world because of that disease.”

“Yes, yes. Even assuming that is correct, there are parts of it that I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?”

“How did you summon me? Come to think of it, even if you assume that this is the world of your delusion, isn’t it impossible to exert your omnipotent power in reality? After all, you are a normal person like me in real life.”

“Simulated Universe.”

“Why is that?”

“The reality I created here is also a virtual space, but I think the reality we live in is also a virtual space. So just as I created this world, your world is a world created by someone else. Therefore….”

“Are you serious?”

“I think that’s why I was able to interfere with your real world. Even thinking about it now, it was similar in many ways to the world I created.”

Since the situation is the situation, I couldn’t come up with anything to refute. I agreed and moved on to the next question.

“Assuming that is correct. Then….”

“I’m not assuming it is, it is.”

“Yes, yes. Still, there are things I don’t understand.”

“You don’t seem to understand much.”

“Honestly, everything is out of common sense.”

“Sometimes the truth of reality goes beyond people’s common sense.”

“Yes, yes. I guess so. Then why did you summon me? Why did this world go back to the past? Why did I do a regression? You said you summoned me? What is the purpose of the summoning?”

She fired a quick-fire burst of questions and she rolled her eyes. She seemed to be thinking.

“Let me answer you. So, let’s talk again….”