Great Novelist

"Oh, yes. Hey, I can't hear you very well because of the faithful sister next to me."

He's been holding his phone ever since the article went out. It's because the lines have been calling, as if they had all promised. I couldn't help but overhear the frightening voices of some of my acquaintances, who had never heard that coincidence is eternal.

"Another call is coming right now, and I think you should calm her down. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go inside."

You pick up the next phone in your hand with a machine with a slight fever.

"Hello."

"Hey, forever is a writer."

I hear the sound of walking. It was a main showcase.

"Yes, forever is small."

"I am now a bookstore. I'm here to buy the language of God."

I didn't have to report it.

"I see."

"Are you selling a lot of your books? The movie was the number one bird-mark. It's going to change soon."

"Well, that's my book."

"Can I just take that as my only rival?"

"Suit yourself."

Asked if he'd called to say it, he laughed loudly.

"When am I going to talk to coincidence and buy a writer's book for eternity?"

Beyond the phone, you hear a friendly cashier asking if you need an envelope. The show said it was okay. It was live.

"Can I hang up now?"

"You've suffered a lot, haven't you? Well, it's worth it to set off a bomb like this. Do you know my heart a little?"

He was being asked a lot of questions by coincidence. More and more, and not less. He spoke with all his heart.

"I'm always grateful."

"Well, if you write these interesting writings,"

He said he was willing to be silent. As soon as he hung up, he put his phone on the desk. My hands are hot. I lie down on the bed. It's comfortable. You stare blankly at the ceiling, and your desk trembles. It's another phone call. He laughed in vain. I don't know how many of these.

"Did I know this many people?"

He groped roughly with his hand and looked at the name on the screen and jumped to his feet.

"Teacher Im Hyun-do."

He immediately postured and hurriedly answered the phone.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Yes, of course."

Of course it was possible. He immediately got to the point. The area was quiet.

"It was new."

It was a short speech. It was deep in my heart. He knew. This great-grandfather notices what questions he got after chasing him. It reminded me of a landscape where vast seas and tiny sand become one.

"I thought you were wandering around because it's emotional news. I should have known when the speaker was making suspicious faces."

It was a bold tone. He followed him briefly.

"That was fun."

I enjoyed it. I was delusional and expanded my worldview to my heart's content.

"I felt like I had my butt turned on. It's warm."

"You haven't worn a skirt?"

"Yes, I am healthy."

You hear a small laugh in your reply.

"It's worth doing something that's not right."

"Yes?"

"That was a good book. As much as you enjoyed it."

The last time Hyundai hung up on me to say goodbye. It was the shortest call It was the most impressive call at the same time. He was neither frightened, excited, nor screaming. He slowly pulled his phone out of his ear. For a moment, I felt like my emotions were being conveyed to the reader in perfect form.

"I'm glad."

I was very happy.

The truth is, rivals are themselves.

Coincidence and eternity were fights made up. Reactions from fans.

We were once again astonished by genius. What is the literature of accidental writers.

It was neither plagiarism nor imitation. It was just an accident.

I wonder what the coincidence is. Suspicion of a third coincidence.

A coincidence that will last forever. Where does it end?

What the hell is going on here?

Fans coincidentally fight the best forever, but it turns out that they were the same person.

Crazy.

Seriously, isn't this a coincidence?

Never seen a knight creep me out before.

⁄ The publishing industry is in chaos now. No one but the real editor.

God's Language World View is amazing, I'm awesome in character, and for the first time in my life I've read it all night, and it was written by a 17-year-old. I think this is genius.

― Recognition of Genius.

Says everything because it is possible to create language.

I thought it was either a professor or a Ph.D., or an active high school.

If you eat something, you can write like that.

But the language is really coincidental, right?

There it is again. Every coincidence is in the article. But I doubt it. Is this even possible?

Since it's a genius, it's possible.

Because it's possible, you're a genius.

Isn't it so hard to build it? I'm asking because I'm really curious.

⁄ There are more than one or two characters in the language of God. Every one of them is a language based on ancient English and Hun Minh Jung. There are even areas where gestural language has developed. But they're all set up in vowels, consonants, euphemisms, vocabulary. How do you know that? The protagonist is language sensitive. He's an expert in the languages ​ ​ of the whole region, so he deciphers everything forever. Coincidental genius, in a word. If you want to know more, go in here. Link is dark.

Even the coincidences written here. Aren't you the youngest Literature Prize winner by chance? Is it really possible for one person to achieve this? Honestly, I'm suspicious.

⁄ In conclusion, it's all a coincidence. The best sellers in 1st, 2nd and 3rd place are all coincidences. At the same time, forever.

Forever, by chance.

"I don't know how much I've been through lately."

He drank coffee listening to the roar of roses. It was a brown liquid mixed with sour and bitter taste.

"Our readers are so curious. How many times a day am I asked when the next volume will appear? We agreed to take it slow this time."

"I see."

He, who fully understood her mind, confronted her.

"This is really embarrassing."

She was all alone the whole time talking about her complaint. Piercing, which resembles a rattlenose, moves through the tail of its mouth. It was unfamiliar at first, but now it came quite naturally. The skeleton, contrasted with the suit, grabbed his hand and strangely matched the accessory.

"Our publisher's board is full of questions about you. I don't have a book by chance."

There was a reason she felt this good.

"In order to find it, the writer must be found by eternity who surpasses coincidence and takes first place."

Just moments ago, I published the language side, the setting of God's language, and became the number one best-seller. It was a book that literally explained the settings and rules of the language in the novel. It was a deeper version of the language table contained in the text. I also recalled the plans that Nam-Kyung had in mind. The result was a great success.

"It's a hard book."

It was literally all about world views and language. She replied with a proud expression.

"That's the writer's explanation. People who are curious about you who are accidental and immortal are forced to live. I live here."

"There's nothing about me."

"Coincidence is a good thing. because even if it's not, the readers love the language of God with the eternal writer. Accidental readership, accidental, and eternal readership are also selling increasingly."

There was first place at the end of the spike.

"It was nice to have time to sort out the world view. Thanks to you."

He smiled and said, "Rose is shy."

"Actually, I'm a bit of a set-up guy. I like the story behind the article. Mania wants to know every bit of detail."

In her study, there are numerous settings such as games, comics, novels, etc. that do not differentiate between genres.

"Of course, I've got a Language Guy."

That was an honor.

"I like the international response. Nearby Japan, China, the Philippines, Taiwan, France, etc. especially in Europe."

Thanks to the rose, God's language spread to many countries has elicited many responses overseas. Especially when it was known that it was another nickname for a coincidental writer, words were coming out that were no different from those of the country.

He read the opinions of many readers. Among them were words that doubted his creation.

"Very few are truly suspicious."

He nodded not to make a big deal of it.

"Well, their doubt is something I can't help."

*

"Damn it."

A small swearing voice rang in the dark room. A strong man handles the machine in his hand roughly. A beam of artificial light flashes across his face. A hot beard covers his lower tube.

The sound of rough footsteps draws near.

"Coins, Kelly Coins!"

A loud knock rings in the room. Once again, a curse came out of his mouth.

"Damn it."

At this point, the door opened wide as if it were rebellious. Light comes in. Numerous paper cups rolled up and down the bed, on and under the desk, leaving traces of brown liquid. I smelled caffeine.

Two women entered the room. One looks urgent, and the other looks pathetic.

"Give me the manuscript."

"Nothing."

Coin didn't even look Isabella in the eye, his editor.

"I've been pushing for a month. If you don't have a manuscript, you have to make one. What are you doing here?"

The voice is agitated. The coin opens its eyes to the noise, but Isabella, who has been retrieving his manuscript for five years, holds out her hand without moving.

"I don't have it, damn it!"

It was his mother, Susan, who snorted at Coin's behavior of scratching her side head with an annoying hand gesture.

"The creator is pathetic. That's why you're pushing."

The words from her mouth provoke the coin. The machine he was looking at with his bloodshot eyes had the name coincidence embedded everywhere.

All three works of coincidence are above the coin's name.

"Your book is over. As always, the world of young men has come."

Susan comes into the room and opens the window. Sapphire sky is visible. The darkness retreats and the light comes in. The floating dust glitters.

"Did I say coincidence? You wrote quite an interesting article. Unlike you."

Isabella listens to her silently.

"Well, your book has its uses. When I can't sleep, books are healthier than booze. I'm good at it."

The coin says nothing. I was just staring at the name coincidence with my eyes that seemed to kill someone.

"I know it's quiet. How silly you've been writing lately. You thought it was your world for giving and receiving awards."

She took the stairs by herself. And he added a last word.

"Move if you know."

Coin's hand twitches...

Bomb Explodes (3) End