The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The development of is still early. Of course, the door of the Menemosine is still sealed.

I drank a few days around it, but I didn't see the door as an open sign.

The 'remembered space' is a kind of dungeon that is connected only through the 'door of the Menemosine'.

Is it the author's will to present the skill to the main character without any probability, which will be rewarded by Dungeon Clear in the future?

It couldn't have been.

The author, persistent enough to rewrite the same manuscript nine times, did not seem to want such a sudden development.

'This feels more like an error.'

Clayo's brain reminded me of the information window of information.

[-eh, some of the pre-revision paragraphs are randomly mixed up ]

'That scar is the result of the final draft, the latter part of the previous version!’

In the manuscript, Arthur fought several battles of his life battles.

But once again, what if the manuscript is mixed up, and Arthur, the intermediate prosecutor, is confronted with a powerful enemy he's supposed to meet later?

What if there's a fatal wound, not a scar?

I never thought I'd be as lucky as this time.

What happens to this world when the main character dies?’

The manuscript, which was touched with the "editor's authority," was now ragged to the point that it could never be used again. The touch of the pen made a hole.

What if even the author can't do anything about it? Isn't that the end?'

Clay was now woven into this manuscript. I didn't see any clue to going out. In the meantime, I didn't want to imagine the possibility that the world in the manuscript would collapse.

It's not about wealth, it's not about the military. That won't do.’

As if a little angry, Arthur grabbed Clayo's shoulder and shook him as he didn't answer back even if he kept talking to him.

"You are so awful, too. You can't open your mouth even after coming all the way here. When I'm Leo, I just hang out with him. You don't like the fact that this is Arthur Riorgnan?"

"That's not--"

Arthur stretched his right hand to the side. A dark black glow burst from his hand.

The promise, without fail, sprinkled gold and announced new facts.

[-A-A-Roignan uses the 'front-screening' skill.]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:39/00:00:40]

I couldn't even blink, but the background changed to a place without even a shadow.

Arthur and Clayo faced each other in the middle of the stage.

I saw a stone pillar breaking behind Arthur. Looking back, half-circular seats were piled high behind the back.

Even if you read the manuscript, it took time to pair the text with the reality when it unfolded into a vivid reality.

It's really a foreground. The amphitheater.'

Arthur, who still holds Clayo's shoulder with his left hand, looks at his face with cold, unfamiliar eyes.

Arthur, who lived through the murder and deception of adults enough, has developed the ability to read other people's faces. It was a quality that he had raised so that he could not die.

He reads what he wants from Clayo's face.

"You know where you are."

Clayo, fully awake, shook off Arthur's arm in a hurry.

"…no, I don't know. Let go of this."

"Don't lie to me. You seem to know more about this foreground skill than I do."

"It's a misunderstanding."

"Why are you so defensive? I'm not blaming you. Should I be more thankful? This is a very useful skill."

Arthur grinned and exaggeratedly let go of Clayo's shoulders.

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:01 / 00:00:40]

[- Skill is disabled due to timeout.]

The two men quickly returned to the dusty warehouse. Outside, a nameless bird cried peacefully.

Soon after, the scar was blurred on Arthur's back. It was Arthur who opened his mouth first.

"I was so sick and tired of staying calm and trying to save one of my lives were driving me crazy. I was willing to turn it over as an excuse when the guy called me "Brother" made another move."

This part was quite different from Arthur in the last manuscript. Not a charismatic king, but a wacky child.

"Wasn't he acting like a jerk for the future?" Didn't you keep your body down until you had all your colleagues together?'

"What do you believe in and tell me that? Don't you think I might snitch?"

"Well, you went to my brothers and said, 'Ather is actually not a playboy. There's a plan.' I think it's going to be fun if you poke it's fun.”

Still smiling, it was even scarier. Arthur pressed Clayo with the energy that could not be thought of as a 17-year-old.

It was a life I've never felt in my life.

"I hate being swayed by other people's will. Whoever it is. I've been young. To live... I have to live, so I act like a fool. But I couldn't stand it anymore. And even if it goes down, I think I'll do as I please."

"Yes, if that's your choice, I'll cheer for you... Never mind me."

"How, tell him to do this and get off his nerves. Ray, wouldn't you want to know why there's a scar?”

Clayo pointed at his forehead. I wondered if Arthur's personality had changed because of the change in his way of speaking, and his words were the same.

On the contrary, I wonder how the previous manuscript had hidden his personality while attending school.

The impossible-to-remove imputed item, "memory" of a good "promise," immediately found a similar sentence in the manuscript. He declared that he would no longer be persecuted by his brothers.

'I will not be broken down by anyone. Neither God nor the devil can intervene. I act solely on my will.’

A strong-willed protagonist is a crazy person who doesn't listen to others when he gets close to them.

Some characters often get their own lives, even though they are the author's creations. beyond the will and will of the author

"Even if you try to catch him, you can't hit him or flood him right away, considering the probability. The world of fiction is bound to humanity more strongly than it is in reality.’

Rather, in real history, a tremendous thing that ignores the front, the back, the back, the back and forth. If it's a series of novels, there are 100 malicious comments that say it's unlikely.

'Oh, I don't know. I'm not a Korean literature major, I'm a history major. Why a novel! You should've sent him to Joseon, the most popular country! It's already happened! History is so good.’

The contribution is to the right publisher. It's time to start a campaign.

"I can't believe he's listening to me for the first time, I guess he's got something wrong with his hair.’

As there are no bad dogs in the world, there is no good author in the world.

Clayo was about to escape reality, but Arthur had no intention of watching the guy who looked away in front of him.

"I can't help it if you don't want to tell me. I'll stick with you until you think you can talk.”

"I don't have anything to say. What do you want me to do?"

What should I say?

You're the character in the manuscript?

But what if something changes with this boy because of it?

What will happen if you shake up the 'construction and deeply involved' of the world? You mean the guy who can't get the reins? Will the already tattered manuscript survive the ruckus?

Whatever it was, I couldn't possibly take care of it. Revising this manuscript was beyond one's capabilities.

"It's not that you don't have anything to say, but you don't want to. They're different. Let's find out what's going on."

Arthur smiled a mischievous smile.

Unfortunately, the golden phrase of the promise followed.

[-The user's narrative intervention continues to rise.]

"I hate it, you son of a gun."

"Why do you call my mom a dog? Huh? We're going to see each other every day, but you're being tough. This warehouse can never be cleaned in two weeks. You'll have to keep coming out after the vacation."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Clayo, who screamed internally, held his head like a screamer. The more you get involved with Arthur, the more you get involved in the narrative!

What's the point of increasing your ability? It's too much! This guy will make sure he's got something to do with his strength!

At this point, "promise" felt like a leash, not a blessing. A leash that drags himself into the middle of the story to run away.

Clayo grudgingly looked down at his left hand.

***

Study late into the night, get up every morning, run around the school, and clean up Arthur and the library warehouse that make you feel faster after work.

He asked me every day if I didn't get tired of my skills, and if that wasn't enough, I did a rescue investigation.

When I chewed the answer, I bullied him as much as I chewed, and I talked as I did. I was really tired.

"I'm glad Arthur didn't stick around in the classroom, he wouldn't have been able to stand his blood pressure if he had been watching him all day.’

The week went by quickly.

The atmosphere in the magic-based classroom, which is announcing the results of last week's quiz, was gloomy.

"The results of this test are not intermediate. The gap between a sincere student and a bad student is too wide. Chew."

Jebedi swung Rob and began to sing the students' grades from behind.

"Let's start with the ones who submitted the blank paper. Arthur Rignan and Nebo Yarby in Group One must take supplementary classes."

Maybe it was me, too. The big boy and the long boy both had different opinions.

"Don't neglect law school too much just because you're a prosecutor! Even if you can't open the circle, you can write the school meal manually and inject the ether to use techniques such as heat and dryness to help in the field. I will not thank you until I save my life in the day."

"Wow, it's a bomb. Burst."

"Do you meet your little brother, Arthur?"

"You're too much."

Arthur, who is only a distraction when he enters the class, finished one big talk with Professor, and his grades were called.

Most of the test children in Group 1 were left to right, and the wizard children in Group 2 were left to right three to four. This is because the problem mentioned in "The Magic Book" was a mine.

Then I will call the prosecutor Cho. Seven. Celeste Tangpette de Negee."

Clayo's ears, who had been tired of Behemoth's Spartan tutoring for days, were wide open.

What? Chelsea? Was she in the same class?’

YeoGirl, who founded Albion's Air Strike Unit, will become one of Arthur's great powers in the future.

In the last manuscript, I definitely met him after graduation, so what happened?

"eight. Lippi Angelium, Leticia Angelium. Nine are Isiel Kishion. This year, the first group of prosecutors have mastered the law school better! If I knew this would happen, I would have assigned extra points! Come on!"

"Lippy and Leticia?"

Clayo, who had never been interested in his classmates, rushed through the classroom.

There were Lippi and Leticia. In the front row. The twins tied up with their brown hair that looks shiny.

Lippi had an Ivy-leaf headdress on her right hair, which distinguished her from Leticia.

Regardless of the score, the girls, who were pouting their mouths to see if they were sad that they couldn't get both questions right, remained side-by-side because they were talking among themselves.

Clayo in the back was clearly seen. All the girls were very cute with golden olive eyes and slightly raised corners.

Lippi and Leticia were four years younger than Arthur. They're supposed to be out of this room... They either entered early or changed their age.

The Angelium sisters, who use double swords, had the power of four attacks when the two matched. They, too, will become Arthur's main force in the future.

It's all called the SS. It's not an old school. I can't believe all the military leaders of one country are from the same school. It's no use being in sync with a prince.’

Now I don't know how far those children were involved with the prince, but Choi Jong-go was definitely trying to give Arthur wings faster.

It was ominous.

"I mean, there's a high possibility that the war will be advanced.’

Clay couldn't even listen to Jebedy because he had to snap together the information he had obtained.

"Clayo Asher? Can't you hear me?"

"What?"

"You're the only one who's got all ten spells."