Have a Meal Before You Go

Khan stands out in the middle of the city.

Pa 'ang -

The city had a completely different take on the city where Khan lived. The building was shiny, very clean and tall, and the floor was flat. The Seo Gate where Khan lives is still full of dirt.

Moreover, there were a lot of big objects coming and going on the well-paved road. Bread Bread, I also cry loudly.

A car.

Khan has seen some wasted cars before. There used to be so many cars like that - I thought.

But that's it.

The landscape of the world stopped right there. Beyond that was the world of innocence, and there was nothing.

The space is just a few buildings, well-paved roads, and the same kind of cars. Last but not least, the comic book is over.

Perhaps. The world where the protagonist lived, this landscape would have been all.

The car looks at the protagonist walking ahead of the slide.

He was very happy to know that it was the first time he had ever felt the same way.

“Hey, do you want to go grab a drink at my place? ”

The protagonist replied, nodding his head.

Suddenly I was curious. In the original, I went to review the manuscript I showed myself the next day.

“Tomorrow's the big day, isn't it? ”

“That's right."

The protagonist seemed bitter somehow.

“But I can't. I haven't read you the whole story. ”

As a matter of fact, I did.

In the original, I went to the publishing house the next day to fight, and I had a pathetic stumbling scene. When it rained, and the manuscript got wet and the ink spread, the protagonist sat on the side of the road very bitterly.

By the way.

A part of the city, a part of life.

Somehow, his rear face felt calm. I wanted to let him know that there is a wider and greater world. As someone who works in my industry, I really wanted to.

Yes! Yes!

Khan's eyes sparkle.

The protagonist is a storyteller, but he does not paint well.

But the columns can draw well and quickly. Stories, on the other hand, have some problems.

What if I am?

The two of you can work together.

“Hey, mister. ”

“Huh?"

“Why don't you join me? ”

The protagonist stopped. I could see his eyes shaking. Added a column.

“What do you think? I'm a picture, you're a story! ”

The protagonist's shoulders were shrunk. The light came back on the two eyes that looked shy.

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Echo yawned.

“Hmm-”

The speed at which cartoons are drawn is slower than I thought, but it's already been a long day.

Every time the picture stopped, Echo used to read the first cover of "The Synopsis So Far."

The first chapter had a sad and miserable life for the protagonist. In particular, the "apprentice cartoonist" had to plagiarize the main character's idea and change it in the area of being born as a cartoonist.

But one moment.

After the "plot so far" was erased, the story began to change.

[I was also exploring in the comic book room that day. But then I met a redheaded boy. The boy seemed enthusiastic and true. Somehow I came to trust him. in a single moment.]

During that time, the "Apprentice Cartoonist" entered the gap!

Echo dreamed of his eyes and returned to the part where the painting was painted.

- Why don't you join me?

You can see the column and the dialogue in the speech bubble.

On the next cut, the main character was drawn. The main character is to stand still and slowly reach out to the car.

Finally!

Khan and the protagonist shake hands.

“Hoho?”

Echo smiles on his face.

This is starting to get interesting.

Knock-knock.

Back then.

The door to the room opens and iron holds out his head.

“Have you seen Khan? ”

“Khan?”

Echo glances at the helm, pointing to the book. Cheolho frowned.

“Has he gone into the artifact? ”

“Yes, this is interesting. Would you like to see?”

Chulho hesitates. However, Chulho has also been obsessed with cartoons lately, so he couldn't resist temptation and walked to Echo.

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Papa Papa Pa Pa!

Khan draws with all his might. The protagonist stares at you with frozen eyes.

Khan quickly completed the manuscript.

The entire manuscript produced by the protagonist took about half a day to be portrayed in his own way.

Putting in background and intensity helped the protagonist act as an assistant.

In fact, the manuscript for employment is about a week old.

It was not nearly impossible for one assistant to complete it in 12 hours. I used to draw as slowly as I could on the other side.

The column smiles, tapping on a bunch of completed manuscripts.

The protagonist's face turned pale. The plaintiff drawn by Khan is almost the same as his own. The spheres and angles of the figure are the same. However, the feeling of contact with the shadow was clearly different.

“....... This, this. ”

What he wanted was a man who saved everything and filled 100% of what was missing. The protagonist's chest began to beat.

.

“This is exciting. I feel like I'm seeing growth. ”

At Echo's words, Cheolho nods.

Back then.

“Huh?"

In the empty space of the comic book, a completely different point of view began to be drawn. In other words, an "apprentice cartoonist" who stole the original protagonist's idea appeared. He was talking to the editor of a publisher.

A villain-looking editor was talking to an apprentice cartoonist, looking at the copy of the manuscript.

[About this...... I just copied the manuscript that I submitted to our publisher, take a look.]

Yes?

The apprentice cartoonist continued to examine the manuscript. He looks frightened.

[It's a great story, but the shadows suck. I purposely threw it away, tried to attach it to the painter -]

The editor smiles sinisterly.

[Come to think of it, I thought we could just eat. He's an original writer. He's old and hardheaded, so he doesn't listen. You've got a nice picture, don't you? Would you like to remake this and try it on? We'll push you hard. But I need you to meet our terms.]

“Well, what is this guy? ”

Echo stares at the comic book in a puzzled manner. Was the bad guy really that editor?

The apprentice cartoonist looked down at the manuscript for a while and laughed. It was also an evil smile.

[Are you sure you want to do that?]

Echo jumps to his feet.

“You bastards! ”

I took the mint out of my pocket and put it in my mouth. Echo hesitates and asks.

“Cheolho.”

“Huh?"

“This body, I'm going somewhere. ”

“Where are you going? ”

Time was dawn the next day.

Echo holds the book, Pot! He disappeared.

* * *

Echo appears again as he looks at the bed in front. In bed, there was a man who slept tirelessly, and he walked over and woke him up shaking.

“Get up."

“Huh?”

The man opens his eyes.

He was a popular weekly Cypher writer, Ishio. A man who recently recovered what was stolen from Echo's house by a thief. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a man in a mask and jumped up in anger.

“Calm down.”

“Uh...... was that him the other day? ”

“Yes."

Echo in the mask replied.

“Wha, wha, what's going on......”

“I need you to draw me a picture. ”

“Yes?”

Echo takes out the comic book he was holding.

“Uh…… a painting? ”

“Yes."

Echo handed over the bookshelf. The screen was still illuminating the editor and apprentice cartoonist.

“On this next cut, send them to the goal. ”

“Go, send him to the goal? ”

“If you say so, why do you talk so much? ”

“....... ”

Ishio looks around for glasses on the table. Put on your glasses and turn on the stand. You hold the pen and look back at Echo.

“What the hell is going on......”

“Do something good. ”

“....... ”

Ishio slowly began to draw the next cut. The shadows were different, but it seemed like he was good at connecting characters as he was a popular writer.

“Well, how do I get it to the goal? ”

“Well… what's the hottest way these days? ”

“Nowadays, it's called cider. To be sent to the protagonist in a cool way. ”

“It's too late. Do it in a direct and quick way. ”

“...... Yes. What could it be......”

Ishio, who was thinking for a moment, sparkled.

“Oh, how about this? ”

“What?”

Echo nods at Iscio's continued words.

“That's good. ”

“Right? It also reflects society these days. ”

Ishio began to paint. The moment the editor and apprentice cartoonist walk out the door with their copy of the main plaque!

A radiant light was emitted.

And the world outside the door, it was a magic system. Odd forms of monsters live in the land, with dark, sulfur-filled magic systems, lava flowing through the earth, and black clouds in the sky -

“Wait, wait, wait. Not really.”

Echo said urgently.

“Yes?”

“The machete is more livable than I thought. There's trees, there's water. I know this body very well. ”

“....... Yes? ”

“Uh, no. Just keep drawing. ”

Echo is embarrassed and confused.

Ishio and two men crash-landed into the Magic Cube. Ow! I finished it with a moaning scene, saying, "What the hell!"

“Good.”

Echo was only satisfied.

“This is perfect. This body is leaving. ”

“Uh......”

Pot!

Echo returned to Chulho with his comic book.

“Where have you been? ”

Echo smiles at Chulho's suspicious eyes.

“Case solved. All right, look. ”

The cartoonist and apprentice cartoonist were depicted in the cartoon. Those who were chased by the Horseman monsters reached the cliffs and were eventually captured by the Horsemen, working like slaves their whole lives and then died.

“...... The shadows have changed strangely. ”

“It's an illusion.”

Echo flinches.

Their end.

From the cut, the protagonist and the Khan were reflected again. One day it was bright, and the morning sun was rising.

Kan and the protagonist were heading to a publisher's meeting.

[This is amazing. How about a portrait, Mr. Khan? Is that your name?]

[Yes, the name.]

You're Yoon Tae-bum, right?]

[Yes...... I am Yoon Tae-beom.]

[This is great....... wait a minute. Can I see the editor?]

Echo grins.

Followed by the editor cut.

Whose story is this?]

[Oh, it's Yoon Tae-beom. He put the plaintiff on our side a few times. At that time, I continued to recommend it because I liked the story, but I was expelled from the top. The painting is bad.......]

[This is a very precise setup for a conspiracy manuscript. Does he have a story behind him?]

[Yes.]

An editor brings out the synopsis that Yoon Tae-beom brought. The synopsis is composed of 20 stories per chapter. The editor who scoured it had a little color on his face.

[This is a product. Who the fuck kicked you out? Anyway, these two. Yoon Tae-beom, you can't catch the painter, but you have to catch him! Lots of good sketchers, but good storytellers don't get one out of ten. No, I'll go myself.]

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The Khan feels he must return soon.

Because the Khan's hearing heard all the conversations behind the wall. Somehow my heart was filled with pride.

I could see the face of the protagonist, Yoon Tae-beom, praying with anxious emotions.

Khan claps his shoulders.

‘By the way.'

The bear folds its arms and thinks.

What's going on? ’

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[What's going on?]

Chulho sighs, looking at Khan's monologue. This kind of artifact can be broken through the edge of the boundary. Next time I thought I should let you know, I picked up a pen.

On the pen next to the column, he drew a speech bubble and began writing in small letters.

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- Go to a white space with no background, smash it and come out.

“.......! ”

The pen speaks. The column flinches and looks up at the ceiling.

- Come on, we need breakfast.

I know who's talking. Probably, Cheolho. Khan nods and smiles.

And I got up slowly.

“Come on. You've been recognized. ”

“Yes?”

“If you make a lot of money, you travel, you see the world. There's more to the world than meets the eye. Drink up. I live confidently. Okay?”

While the protagonist lost his words while gazing. The car opens the door and slowly leaves the building.

.

The white space was very easily broken out.

I smacked it with my fist and smashed it. As the Khan left, the space changed again. The whole area seemed to be spinning in white - at some point I woke up and I was standing in Echo's room.

Echo and Chulho stare at Khan.

The Khan looks at them and smiles.

Echo handed the comic book to Khan without a word. The column disappears, drawing a puzzled, searching protagonist.

The next cut is a conversation with the editor, followed by the target award ceremony.

As the columns disappeared, the paintings were being drawn really quickly.

As a successful storyteller, the protagonist met a variety of writers. I made a lot of money, bought a house, bought a car. When I opened the fan sign, I became a popular writer with thousands of people.

All the cuts were drawn rapidly, as if they had originally existed, in just one minute.

“....... ”

Khan glances at the book.

At the end of the book, the protagonist's monologue followed.

[Perhaps that day, I met the god of cartoons. The god was endlessly kind, passionate and warm. I'll never forget that day.]

Somehow I'm proud, Khan has been chewing on it for a long time. Iron stood up and tapped the shoulder of the Khan.

“Let's go. Let's eat. ”

“Yes.”

Echo sits quietly on the bed, staring at the compartment, and asks. It was the part I kept wondering.

“By the way, what was the manuscript about? ”

“The manuscript? Ah-”

Khan grins.

“Secret.”

“Tsk. Damn lizards. ”

Echo grumbles.

The plaintiff changed the story in which the protagonist entered the book. It turns the story in the tragic manuscript into a happy ending, just as Khan did.

The title is still fresh.

“Enter the North. ”

Are you a little bit of an affiliate?

The box smiles and tucks the book into the shelf with a precious smile. Then I stepped out, straightening my base.

End