The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

[-Unique skill: Use 'Editor access' (1 of 3)]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:14 / 00:00:15]

Isiel, Nebo, and cat stop moving. The hanging curtains also stop swollen by the wind.

A bundle of tattered paper, which was laid over the landscape, came up.

The pages crumbled under careful touches, as if they had been repeatedly written on the same paper.

There were several blurry letters that were erased under the clear black letters.

Even though it was a text I had never seen before, the content was read. It was clearly written on the paper. Not yet seen by Clayo.

The last paragraph on the extended page was describing the crisis that Clay was just going through.

Nothing has been written since the last paragraph. Scratching out what had been used before, it was only a clump of paper.

You want me to modify what I was using in real time? This is what an editor is about!’

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:07 / 00:00:15]

There was no time for hesitation. The time limit was reduced by the minute.

While looking alternately at the hand-held pen and the untidy manuscript, Clay quickly made fun of his hand.

I hope it's the same meaning as the Korean version of the Kyoho Lake!’

Scene of Clayo's magic - selected the entire last paragraph and scribbled the delete sign. The pen ran blue ink mixed with gold.

- The author accepts the editor's recommendation.]

[-The paragraph is edited.]

As the paragraph on the manuscript was deleted, the manuscript also disappeared.

Right after that,

The world is going to change.

The windows, walls, floors and ceilings lost texture and were tangled with black lines. The clumps of the types that made up the world were soon bleached white.

Clayo felt a distant sense of wealth thrown over the void.

In front of Clayo, who was gasping for breath, the familiar living room, Isiel, and the cat returned.

Boom-

"Clayo Asher, you should jump out."

The big boy immediately rushed to Clayo. He seemed to be so angry that he couldn't see what he was doing.

- The time of one paragraph's length had been reversed.

This world is a manuscript, and when the manuscript's sentence is revised, the world will also be revised.

Faced with the immediate and terrifying power, Clayo seemed stunned by the shock.

I don't know.

'What kind of writer listens to the editor so well!'

There was no long admiration. The ugly boy was fast approaching.

"Do you know how long I've been called in since you jumped into the river? You've been so nice to me!”

Clayo hid behind Isiel with all his might.

"Help!"

Isiel's reaction rate was as fast as lightning. Eisiel, who held the sword by the sword, lightly blocked the boy, who seemed to be twice as big as his body.

"I don't know what's going on, but why don't you punch me first?"

"Uhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhh

The boy, who was beaten by Isiel with a sword, fell down with a pulse.

Clayo, who was suffering from disgusting wealth, also collapsed from his knees.

The two boys fell down and the living room where only one girl was standing was a mess.

Isiel, who put the sword back on his waist, asked Clayo.

"Are you all right, Clayo?"

"I've been saying I'm not okay....”

Clayo's hot body was drenched in cold sweat. Isiel held the boy tightly in embarrassment. His body felt as light as a rag doll.

"Tut, what kind of boy is this annoying... Get a hold of course! You weakling."

Isiel's tone was the same, but his embarrassment was faint.

'He moved me the other day... Was it...?

The scent of fresh roses was strangely familiar. Caught in a thin but hard arm, Clay lost consciousness.

***

Clayo slept like a dead man for two days.

On the third day he got up, but he felt languid, so he washed up, ate all the food he had given, and rolled around again. Sometimes when I woke up, I thought back to what "editor authority" was.

Even though I wanted to try it one more time, I couldn't clearly see the limit, and I hesitated to use it because it was a skill with a limited number of times.

The rectangular line on the back of the hand was most visible for several minutes immediately after the skill was used. It was not tattooed or burned, but a blue-white metallic line appeared on the skin.

"It's good that it's cloudy again now. I was wondering how you were covering it up.’

I fell asleep again while I was confused between what to do and what not to do.

On the fourth day, Friday afternoon, Clayo woke up and finally felt refreshed.

It was Nebo Yarby, a house mate, who was guarding his seat when he woke up.

The big boy lost all of his punch four days ago. I just kept apologizing to Clayo with a long face.

"I'm sorry."

"Yes, I see."

"I was very wrong."

"I get it."

"Really? Are you forgiving me?"

"Well."

Clayo, who had a black-hearted expression, returned only vague answers, which seemed to be in favor of an apology or not.

Nebo's curly hair with yellowish bruises on his cheekbones and forehead was a mess. It must be Isiel's work.

"Yes, the law is far away and the fist is close.’

As his attitude changed, he seemed to have heard at least a lecture while Clayo was ill. Maybe you shouldn't bother a weak kid or something.

"It's scary to be a senior student and a senior prosecutor throughout school. Thanks to you, it's easy to get along for a while.’

Nebo, who is still conscious, added slowly. You can't be unruly because you don't know what is going on between Isiel and Clayo.

"I don't think I'll ever tell a girl to sleep.’

"…that's awful… no, I've also fed him a fierce cat."

"Thank you."

"We've been chicken all the time. I have a lot of complaints."

"Thank you, Behemoth.”

"Was his name Behemoth?”

"Yes, I can't shorten it."

"Is it the fault of the ugly? What a strange name....”

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"Ack! Don't hit me, you son of a gun."

Nebo, who was hit by Isiel again with the front paw of Del's cat, shouted death.

It was a long time before one man stopped fighting with a fight.

Anyway, Nebo, who relieved his burden of mind and became more comfortable, pulled a chair back by the bed and sat down.

"And you really lost your memory?”

"That's right."

"Oh, my God. Let's go....”

"Yes, there are many. So who did you get called in to suffer?"

Clayo laughed. It was the smile of a worn-out socialite. Nevo read the subtle ominousness from the strange look.

'Oh, what's this, kid? Scary.'

"No, no. Dean Jebedy called me, but the misunderstanding was cleared. I'm telling you."

"Well, I see."

Nebo scratched his head and looked out the window. It was strange to have shared a dormitory for months.

It was still common until now for the sick Clayo to lie in the dormitory during the day. I didn't even know that he was trying to avoid being able to keep up with the class as an excuse.

Scared by the hostility of the people, Clay picks the corner.

A little boy who cannot leave school because he is afraid of the expectations of Baron Asher, who has made huge donations.

Eventually, he jumped into the river at night and turned the school upside down.

It was unfamiliar to Nebo that he looked up comfortably and looked at himself.

Clayo continued in a calm tone.

"Nebo, do you have anything to do this afternoon?”

"There is. I will practice the connecting motion assignment that teacher Pechte gave me."

"Can I miss a day of practice?”

"...why me?"

"I'm going to the bank. I want someone to guide me. Dr. Lyuba asked me to ask you a favor.”

Nevo seemed extremely troublesome, but she nodded reluctantly to see if Isiel and Lyuba were bothered.

"Thank you, Nebo."

"It's not just that you've lost your memory, but you've changed your mind."