The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Clay was dragged into endless sleep.

He seemed to have overloaded his mind by accepting too much information at once that he could not understand.

While night and day crossed without order, Jeongjin saw her mother in her dream.

My mother asked me to dress well because it will rain. Like in the past.

His mother hit the weather very well. There was nothing to comment on the weather forecast.

The fishermen liked their mothers, but kept their distance from themselves. There were many misunderstandings that he might have been given a new impression.

Their misunderstanding was soon replaced by other prejudices. Due to her mother's unique speech and peculiarity in her resident registration, rumors of her acquaintance were circulated.

Jeong-jin's mother was a North Korean defector.

It was a rare case of a young woman drifting single-handedly in the West Sea. There were often people who recognized the name of their mother, who had decorated the newspaper for some reason.

When my father was serving in front of me, I heard that he found his fallen mother on a sandbank where the river and the sea were mixed.

In those days, there were no cell phones or anything, and there was not enough phone calls. They met again with only one line of address, and the two Chunaegoas became a couple.

The old letter, which my mother had kept, had an old handwriting like, "When I first saw you, I thought you were a princess, not a distressing person."

It's a story of old times.

The two have not been together for ten years.

The settlement money and house held by an innocent young couple were torn apart by malicious people and scattered.

After his father, who had been on an outer ship to make a living, died in an accident in the canal, his mother had a hard time raising her eldest son and a sickly well-off man. After all, the well-to-do died at a young age.

When I got a job, I tried to take her to Seoul, but she never left the beach. Until he eventually falls down in the typhoon.

Shoot me.

The harsh rain beat the consciousness. 'Jeongjin' woke up in cold sweat and trembling.

It really rained.

Clay was just lying there, watching the windows smeared on the terrace.

The thoughts that had been forced to stop in front of the surreal situation that the mind is transplanted into a "other world" rather than the original world are flooded and bound to each other.

He said he knew about the previous world by 'reading'.’

If the world was written by God, it could be read.

There was no god of flooding and rainbows here, but the names of the Bible, which remained alone, and words that could not find origin in this world, were to have a history in the previous world.

That's how Utopia's plan, which was sometimes ridiculously naive, gains consistency.

God, who knew about the sins committed by mankind in the previous world, did not want such a break-up and confront him.

But perhaps, humanity didn't respond to her good intentions. The laws of astronomy and time are different. Because human nature hasn't changed.

'The system of rewriting is definitely collapsing.’

The existence of princes who remember the past is evidence, and the existence of themselves summoned to block the breach is the basis.

Clay looks down at the back of his hand.

The marks, which were only light squares, were heavier than any shackles.

Behemoth, who had been hovering around the bed all the time, was stuck in a corner somewhere in the house when Clayo never got up.

It was rather fortunate.

The body temperature of the black and soft cat, which had always been consoling, was now merely a catalyst for self-destructive thinking.

I didn't want to think that the soft existence was part of the structure to weave 'Jeongjin' into the world.

When you close your eyes, the past barks at the present. Old voices speak of misery and curse.

"Jeongjin" did not believe in superstitions, but there were quite a few scholars who were obsessed with such things among those with doctorate degrees.

The professor, who majored in Korean history but studied Myeong-ri as a hobby, asked Jeong-jin's birth date and birth date at a drinking party, saying, "I will look after the fortune teller."

The professor, who was looking at something confidently, was doing that for a long time, muttering to himself and sweating.

'… 1,000 people can't come out like this.’

Jeong-jin only poured new wine and smiled for social life. He didn't live a life that worked out for everyone.

The professor's investigative machine sales, which I started and turned around, were disastrous. The royalty was deposited only once. The professor never contacted the company again.

It was nothing new to 'Jung-jin'.

In the military, there was a motive for the training camp that was deployed to the same trap. I was a little pleased because it was a very rare chance, but soon after, the accident occurred on the deck while entering the port.

By a short distance, 'Jeongjin' lived and he died.

The parents of the same child cried out. You're a child of a ghost. My son was lying in your place when you were supposed to die.

If coincidences continue, they become the law. Bad luck and fire were appropriate words to summarize 'Kim Jung-jin's life.

However, the life of Clayo Asher, where he came to live, contrasted with the original in every way.

When the spirit of "Jeongjin" was added to the body of a young boy who lived quietly and died depressed, their lives became different from before.

under divine protection to complete the world in its most intact form

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

The rain was so strong that the room was as dark as midnight even during the day. It was not until the snow had ripened in the dark that the envelope Dionne had brought was identified.

Clayo, who got up in the booth, tore the seal with a clumsy hand.

The letter signed by Gideon Asher was not as short as before.

The praise and concern that the middle-aged businessman, who was not used to writing his inner thoughts, had worked hard to get along, lined up neatly on the letter paper bearing the Asher family's sentences.

The last manuscript did not write anything about Albion's best rejection, which remained neutral throughout the civil war, but I don't think such a result would have been scheduled.

Text is an organic being. In some cases, the modification of a phrase affects the entire work.

Gideon acts as a loving father, and Vlad suspects that it is not his brother who holds the body.

The author's modifications to transfer himself to this world had an unexpected external effect.

Isn't the previous revision always like this?

If history was rewritten to prevent colonies, genocide and famine, unexpected disasters and confrontations would have sprung up elsewhere.

I felt as if I could see why the world had to be rewritten eight times.

And is the last chance given to the history of this world. History in the form of narrative could not be rewritten without limitation.

Clay feels pressure weighing on the whole mind. He habitually stroked the ring on his left hand and gave it strength to pull it off.

Even if your hands are all swollen up, 'promise' won't come off. It reminds us of Clayo's duty and presents solid materiality.

There is no way to know in advance how the changes will affect the future of the world.

I was so at a loss.

Click, click.

"Oh, you're awake.”

Arthur, with a shameless smile, walks silently like those who go hunting at night. A body concealed in force is flexible, and its attitude is soft. It is a gentle and gentle gesture as if a sick child enters a sleeping room.

He approaches the bed more slowly than usual and pulls his chair in familiarity. He looks at Clayo, who is in a bad shape, and hesitates to pour out a glass of water.

Clayo looks down at the glass with his scarred hands for a long time. Arthur never urges Clayo.

After several reorienting storms shook the window frames, Clayo quietly accepted the glass.

the sensation of glass warmed by body temperature

The sea otter provided by water that touches the dried esophagus can never be reproduced by imagination alone.

Perhaps he was running away from the obvious conclusion. dismissing such a vivid world and passionate existence as just fiction creations

To escape the heavy responsibility of overturning real human life, death, dreams, and prospects with a few editorial issues.

Clay asks impulsively.

"…so what would you do if your life was the result of an irresistible fate and you were scheduled to be swept away by a plan you hadn't designed?”

Arthur, who took out the shaky glass from his classmates' hands, scratched his chin and answered calmly.

"Well, I guess that's how my life has always been. In that case, I just do what I can do first. What's the big deal?"

A man who overcame countless death crises to find his fellow soldiers and achieved military power.

The main character's words, which were favored by God but did not gain personal happiness, were strangely persuasive.

"But then someday, things that I couldn't do before become things I could do."

Arthur's flawless smile was as bright as the magic light in a dim room from the rain of March.

"You know, Ray. I'm a nothing-and-nothing prince cursed, but I'm still better off being alone. You can do more if you borrow a cat's hands and feet. This is real!"

Unlike my older brother's words, the third prince's words are crude. Rather, the expression of friendship in the words becomes clear.

A person deeply involved in the safety of the world is a straight and upright human being. While living life desperately, he does not hesitate to reach out to others.

Clay was buried in the palm of his hand.

Even though he has lived a life that is not allowed to live happily, Arthur acts like a human being who has never suffered. Swing affection with a consoling nature. His friend wants to get out of the dark room and stays with him for a long time.

How absurd it is to deceive one person and receive comfort from him at the same time.

"Jeongjin" doesn't feel guilty anymore, but it does feel real.

This child is a real being. Just as the world is real.

The hierarchy of a world that was not written, and a world that was written, was not as absolute as he thought.

Even in the world where "Kim Jung-jin" was born, the world was still created as a word of God for a huge population who did not believe in evolution. Not the coincidence of the universe, not the result of the Big Bang.

Arthur twisted his body around for no reason, making a loud noise, and twisting his legs in the opposite direction.

Clayo, who asked a random question, felt heavy for nothing because he didn't respond much to his answer.

"After your reception, the Archbishop stays awake until yesterday and sleeps again. The archbishop is closed and the interviews are completely suspended until he wakes up. I thought you'd be curious."

I was asleep the whole time.Dernie, Clayo's appearance was not a horse.

Originally a skinny, straw-like doll, it was now seen as a model of a man cut from a sheet of male paper.

"Just like you're suffering from some kind of lovesickness, you're half-faced."

Fortunately, Arthur had a weak response when he said this or that.

It was definitely better than yesterday's condition, when he said he would not answer even if he talked to him after eating and drinking.

Arthur, who was looking at Clayo's appearance, picked up the words that came to his mind without any control and hid them.

"Hey, what the hell are you talking about? Right?

"…uh."

Slow blinking, Clay answered very quietly. Of course, Arthur with bright ears could hear Clayo's faint voice.

"Well, pack your bags before you spread the rumor that you're not going to school because you're in love with the archbishop!”

"Jim...why already?"

Clayo's response was dull as if he was still half asleep. Considering that there is no empty axis despite the frivolous sound that would normally have been a pinnacle.

What shakes in Clayo's eyes is anxiety and fear. Arthur was not happy to see a friend whose defense of mind collapsed.

I wonder how it would have been better to act, but there was no clear answer to what I was involved with that friend. Always in the face of first-time events, he became clumsy and stupid.

What the hell is going on with the archbishop? No, was it right to let them see?’

"Tomorrow is the first day of school, so we have to leave. It's too late to prepare now.”

"…what's the date today?"

"It's March 31st!"

Clayo, who didn't even know the date was like that, looked caught off guard. "I look like a ghost with half a drop because I have messy hair in my pajamas," Arthur said with a giggle.

wait in the doorway When Behemoth heard Arthur's laughter, he punished him with a heavy punch.

It was the moment when Behemoth's sense of ownership shone, which he could not endure, was ignored by others, not himself.

"Wow! Ow! Ow! (You loud, out of the question!) I told you to comfort the maid of honor and make fun of her!"

"You're such a bad boy, how can you claw a person up!"

"Kat! (Holding) (Holding) You're the one who did this to the grave!)”

Clayo, who had lived for more than a century, and a six-level prosecutor, the prince of this country, was forced to leave his seat and get up.

The long winter vacation was coming to an end.