Great Novelist

“You may speak comfortably. ”

“Yes, thank you. ”

The best answered without hesitation. I waved my hands, staring at him with a heavy gaze.

“It's an honor to meet you. What a coincidence.”

“Come on, let's have a game of conversation. ”

The section intersects. Excellence and Australia sit at the table, led by the section. Soon she opened the drawer and told the best, picking out the board game inside.

“Mr. Choi. Chop some apples. ”

At best, I pulled out my knife without any sign I didn't like. He raises his hand to do so, but shakes his head. His actions, which brought him to the plate, seemed familiar.

“Do you come here often? ”

“Not really. I cut fruit often instead. ”

“Why?”

“Because I eat a lot. ”

I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to ask any more questions. The best was to wash the apple in flowing water and use the wrist to remove the shell. The apple revealed its insides. Cut the seeds in half and place them neatly on a plate. After shaving off all the apples, you're all about the city.

You open the lockbox, and there's an apple wrapped around the top compartment of the two-story lunchbox. The color changed slightly, but the carved shape was the same.

“You said you didn't eat what someone else gave you? ”

“That's right."

He chewed on the apple and said,

“Why?”

“I can trust my hands. ”

“You don't trust anyone else? ”

“I believe less. ”

He looked down at the lunchbox for a moment and opened his mouth, but the best was faster.

“Don't tell me the apple I eat is finally grown in someone else's hands. It doesn't matter what it is. I'll do whatever I want. The fruit I cut is the best, and the cooking I make is the best. I'm just trying to do what's best for me. ”

Take care of yourself with your most trustworthy hands. I don't eat other people's food or fruit. Prepare your own lunch box. He was unusual.

He was about to blink for a moment.

“Nice lunchbox. ”

The best looked at him as if he were looking at a peculiar creature and said.

“It's $13,000. ”

Then the section came back. She laughs and says, "Are you listening?"

“You know it by name. A man who makes his own nickname the best he can be. ”

“Jealousy and envy always follow a good man. Just be honest. ”

“You always say that. It's Mr. Choi.”

Maybe she didn't tell me his name because she didn't want to put his name on her mouth. She unfolds the game board on the table and speaks to each other. He looked at the blue horse in front of him and thought, Play board games with beginners

It was my first time.

“Let's see what a coincidental writer can do. ”

The section said while placing the dice. It was a simple game where the first one to reach the goal wins. Of course, there are various obstacles drawn on the board. If I was unlucky, I sometimes stepped back and had a moment of opportunity.

“Are you good with games? ”

“I just like it. You might get angry with Choi, but be patient. ”

The three of them set the order and the first thing the section did was roll the dice. The flesh comes out. Then it's your turn. You throw the dice. Your arm comes out. Best grabbed the dice.

“I'm lucky. ”

The best said in a very definitive tone, just before throwing the dice. It was like a declaration.

“I'm sure you'll get the highest number. And score first place. ”

“Then we'll just throw it. ”

The best part of the section raised my hand high. I followed his arm without even knowing it. Two dice were rolled around the board from behind a fluorescent lamp. The number is twelve, just as he declared.

“Oh.”

In his admiration, he led the game with a self-confident expression. After that, his words were the first to record a high number in a row.

“Hoho, let's get him. ”

“It's no use, sister. The goddess of victory is already smiling at me. ”

“You only need five compartments. ”

The section warns you to be small. He rolls the dice indifferently, watching his horse chasing him. The number. Oh. There was a red letter on the place where the horse was moved. Return to the starting line.

“Oops.”

“Haha!”

Seeing the opposing two adults' reactions, he turned his words back for the first time. It was starting again.

“You're not sad. ”

The best who laughed for a long time said. I looked up and looked at him. He was watching himself the whole time.

“The best writer is very pleased. ”

“Feel free to sing it. ”

“Then I'll call you Writer Choi. ”

“Why does everyone take away the word prize from my name? ”

He made a look that he couldn't understand, but soon returned to the point.

“You're not obsessed with winning or losing? ”

“No way. Of course I want to win. ”

“So you think you can still win at this point? ”

“Well, I didn't give up, but I know it's unlikely. ”

He looked back at the horse for the first time.

“But it's still on the board. ”

The best said with a dagger.

“I'll stay a loser. ”

“As a rule of thumb in this game, ”

The first word to score is the rule of winning. Above the rule, all but one horse are losers.

“There is no such thing as a game where slow horse wins. ”

Best noticed what he was trying to say.

“No way. ”

He laughed.

“There's a guy with a $13,000 lunch box who trusts less, and there's no such game. ”

The best stared at him. Then you throw the rolling dice at the plate. The lowest number came out.

“It was a joke. No matter how arrogant I sound, I can't be serious. And even if I told him to call me comfortably, he wouldn't let me. ”

“I was joking, too. Writer Choi.”

Since then, the best game has won. But in the next edition, he became a loser. The best part of not playing this game anymore was shaking his head and pulling out another game. It's a genga. The cube's timber goes into the barrel. The algebra was building towers well.

I shouted.

“Scissors!”

He gives a reflective glance, and the section and the best punch.

“Maybe you're out of luck with the scissors. ”

“Whatever it is, the main game is important. ”

He said with confidence that recovered quickly. And lost to the section and became the last order. He picked a block and stacked it at the top. After a few rounds to the top and section, the tower is in jeopardy. Australia observes the tower and sees the maximum impact

I found a less thin block and took my hand. As soon as I touched it, the three of you were nervous about the rocking tower. He lowered his stance, alerted the blocks above and below, and lured the blocks out. When we get close enough to remove the timber from the cube, the surrounding blocks are attached and the tower is shaking, but it's bitter.

It doesn't collapse. It becomes more dangerous than before.

“Next is your sister. ”

“You don't have to tell me. I know. ”

Everyone was getting nervous. At that time, best said.

“My turn won't come. ”

“Shut up. I can do this. ”

The section slowly took his hand. He breathes and looks up at the top of the tower. Every time her hands move, the tower moves. You picked the wrong one. Perhaps that block is an important piece of the tower. The tower that doesn't want to be taken away has made its final move. Your body is ruined.

It was a strong will that I could not hand over the pieces. But what kind of person is the section? Maybe he's a writer who uses grotesque materials to tell fast stories like a rollercoaster. She pulls out her nose, shifting the block left and right.

He saw the best. His declaration is in debt. He didn't shake.

“Here we go.”

He was picking blocks with a serious eye, as if his declaration had never happened. I was very generous to myself as if I had given myself the best name. He hasn't given up yet. I have this enormous dream that I'm still going to be able to keep this ugly tower pierced.

And he believed he could make that dream come true. You think you can do it. He raises his hand. The tower collapses as soon as you grab a block.

“You lost.”

The best replied, looking at the only piece in his hand.

“Enough with the board game. ”

The best section laughed very loudly. The best is to look at Australia and the section for a moment, then look at his hands and pluck them. After that, the three of them rebuild the tower and repeat the collapse. Later on, focus more on how weird the tower can look rather than winning.

It became a game.

While playing around with the remains of the tower, the section suddenly says.

“Congratulations on completing God's language. ”

At that point, he recalled the last copy of God's language that had just been published. It's the end of the blacksmith. I received many congratulatory messages.

“Thank you."

“How does it feel to make a Korean fantasy novel? ”

“That's a compliment.”

“That's not true. ”

At that moment, the best swooped in with his face. It was a decisive tone.

“It's not a compliment at all. It's not enough. You're a writer I approve of. ”

He answers as he builds a small tower with the remnants of the tower.

“I see.”

His glances were crumpled. The section roughly returns the topic to its origin.

“There are many readers who are reluctant to complete it. Are you planning on making another series? ”

“I've been thinking about writing a little bit more about the past, but I don't know yet. ”

“What about the past? War? ”

“And mythology. ”

The reason the circle was able to reach God is in mythology. A code hidden in a myth. Then who wrote the password? Who created the myth?

“I know him. It doesn't matter if I know. ”

“I would. ”

He also said very decisively this time.

“Why?”

“You want to show off. ”

“Proud?”

“Yes, my skills, my knowledge, my existence. Anything."

He almost smiled unconsciously. I've always felt that the writer who was the best was more compassionate than I thought. The section that saw his expression nodded as if he understood.

“Can you believe this guy writes such a romantic novel? ”

He did. His novel was filled with love for others. Find their presence in each other, and find meaning. But it seems that the person who wrote it is full of love for themselves. The best said, tidying up the timber.

“There are relationships that can be seen with people like me. ”

“You do realize you have too much self-love, right? ”

“Of course. I'm constantly comparing myself to others. And make sure I'm the best. ”

“Aren't you tired? ”

He asked reflexively. He didn't deny it.

“I'm tired, but it helps to write. ”

The section laughs in vain.

“This is a job that even writers cannot do. I put my head into all the world's worries. ”

He agreed that those who needed to write down crises, incidents and conflicts had a reason to watch closely.

“You have to feel like you're about to have a character. I can't help it. ”

He raised an apple that had been neglected for a while because he was focused on the game. I gave a piece to the section.

“Good choice. sweet.”

Australia also agreed to eat apples. The best quietly pulls an apple out of his lunchbox.

Best Author (2) End

lim Han-baek