The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"Well, it's an adult's situation. Breakups don't necessarily cool me off."

"Uh, I don't understand."

The Roman emperor who encourages Berenice to leave, but tells her that she is the only one he loves and wants to love until she dies.

'Well, that's too subtle to tell an 18-year-old. Anyway, Mr. author, this isn't right.'

Clayo was trying to miss the level of video review that he had always criticized.

"Whether you don't understand it or not, don't you think time goes well because you're looking at it? It's been almost two hours.”

It was over while the two quarreled. The sky became dark, and fire broke out all over the theater.

A water clock with teeth and cylinders inside was a structure in which the mechanical system moved when the water level was cold.

Before I knew it, the scale of the water clock's angel was two blocks above.

The noise of the spirits, who were cheering enough to amplify the sound inside the circular theater, dies down.

It was a new play again.

As soon as Clay heard the monologue of a tall man walking on the stage, he had no choice but to stretch his bent back.

A man with bloodstained hands and a dagger is more deeply grieved than the queen who broke up with the Roman emperor, and calls out one's name.

"Erato!fi"

The man's navy blue eyes, black hair, and height like a spire caught the eye even from such a distance.

The fire on the stage brightens and shines on the back of a woman lying at his feet.

And in the next scene, all the audience members chanted the dead woman's name as if it were echoing.

'Erato!'

The dead woman is Erato.

The man was the murderer of Erato.

Clayo hurriedly turned on "Tardiness."

It was clear when I used the skill. The body on the stage had a face just like Tasserton Tristane. When I took a glance at Arthur, I turned off my nerves on the stage and yawned in a dryly. He seemed to care less about the appearance of the body.

What the hell is this?

No matter how many times I turned around "Memories," the previous manuscript did not mention the contents of the play that was played in the round theater Dungeon.

I don't think we can do anything about it as long as the dungeons are Arthur and Isiel, but....

'The drama is a device that is so blatantly suggesting or revealing the ins and outs of the narrative...I can't believe there was such an important device hidden here.’

"Ah, have you ever seen these plays as your vision?”

Arthur spoke in a tone of voice.

"It would have been great if hallucinations were fun, showing a play or something. But unfortunately, that never happened.”

"Okay, okay."

"It's my first time seeing these stories, and I'm more amazed at you, not surprised at all."

Don't be surprised because it's thanks to prediction.”

Arthur didn't seem to be telling a lie. Then Clayo's suspect is the author, or the world's technological system.

"When there's a lack of narrative intervention, I can only deliver information in a way that I can understand. That's why I got Clio's message through e-mail.'

So isn't this play also a device inserted to deliver something to Clayo?

Clayo watched the play with concentration.

Next, masked chorus poured in from the left side of the stage, and one of them came forward.

The chorus leader asks the man on stage.

"How did you kill God?⁋”

"Because man cannot possess God. For God's love is fair to everyone.⁋”

"Was the grace of the God of Love insufficient?⁋”

"Too much, but not unique.⁋”

The man loved Erato, the goddess of the world, as an intelligent creature, and thus understood that she could not be his own.

God who loved the whole world unconditionally, God who did not answer him alone, God who recorded the world on a stone plate with an iron pen, killed him.

About a dozen chorus members sang a chorus of lamentation.

The stage was equipped with a device, so when the pulley below moved, the stage could be bitten behind the background.

While the bodies of the man and goddess disappeared from view, the chorus continued on the stage of the semicircular orchestra.

"Goddess, tell me about this oldest being. About Erato, your sister, the first line of the first story.⁋”

Every epic was a song by Bondi Muse. The first human authors wrote the first line asking her to tell a story.

When the stage moves again, the man's knife is stuck in his heart, and he dies next to the woman on his knees.

The singing of the chorus turning to the right became louder.

"So the first world was destroyed by love. The history and myths of the first world were still scattered tangled in the sun.⁋”

"Love is fragile, fragile, and unguaranteed, so Erato's world came to an end even before civilization began. Goddess will sing this tragedy.⁋”

"When the world dies, man dies. its painful extinction An indescribable pain. Then where do the gods go?⁋”

"Second. Second world. Where we were born, the chorus.⁋”

"If the second world ends.⁋”

"To the Third World. To the night the genealogy of stars was born.⁋”

It was a very difficult play.

As the background changed, the world changed, and each time, the man called the other name and appealed for love, but the other did not look back.

The ending is always the same. The man kills the target.

The unseen actor was first a woman, then a young man, then an old woman, and then a boy again. But apparently, it was one spirit with continuity.

The lines of the Tasserton-like body became shorter and shorter, and the deaths of the two began to be simplified.

This time, the chorus turned to the left of the stage sang.

"History has been repeated countless times.⁋”

"Before reaching history.⁋”

Even after reaching history.⁋”

After dozens of repetitions of the same mistake, the spirit of the man cries out.

"I don't ask for love. It is too much for humans. All I want from my god is eternity. May we not be born together, but may we die for God. I want the uniqueness that will not be turned into love.⁋”

The opponent, who turned a blind eye to the man's cry, only after the last line, moves his chin to look at the poor creature.

without contempt for those who add another sin to the history of sin

Darkness barely makes the cheeks of the body, the tip of the nose, and the chin visible. But art does not degrade the beauty of existence. Rather, it only eloquently speaks of the kind of beauty that cannot be witnessed.

Clay was hard to believe what he saw. However, that feature was unique and independent, and could not be compared to any other feature.

'...that body, it's completely fixed with Melchior.’

Clayo has so far considered the goddess of protecting Melchior to be Erato. He also thought that calling the world the 'last world' only meant that it was being revised last.

But what if only this manuscript was written eight times?

"Ah, Melchior, Aslan, they're still being rewritten with the same status and name, and Erato on stage changes his identity. If you continue to reincarnate as someone else, you'll be completely out of context.’

At that moment, the word "promise" flashes and the word "memory" rewinds. The clues are drawn up in the past.

'□□ Reincarnation.'

It was the only manuscript character given the title only to Tasserton. All kinds of hypotheses were intertwined, heating Clayo's head.

Maybe it was literally the last world after the previous worlds?

'In this manuscript, people who live a life of repetition are not called reincarnation. So Tasserton was taken from the world, not from the?'

This hypothesis seemed to creak somewhere. It was because it could not explain the existence of Erato, or Melchior.

Apparently, Clio said this about Melchior.

"He is a man who has completely fallen into the world, and has belonged to this place since the moment the last world was born."

'...one thing's for sure anyway. There are more than eight amendments between Tasserton and Melchior, and there is a long battle.'

And the author wants his editor to know that.

It was impossible to guess more.

Curse burst out of Clayo's inner self.

'Crazy. I've already seen a welcome proofreading, and now I can't believe it's a series of acts, not a single copy!'

Whether Clayo rotted the goal or not, the fire on the stage was extinguished, and the play ended.

While the performance paused, a strange noise interrupted the voices of the spirits.

Drung-Poo-Poo-

Clayo was so focused on the stage that he couldn't see his surroundings, so he was indifferent to the spirit of the person sitting next to him until now.

The good-natured man was dozing off without any tension.

The pulse went flat.

"How can you sleep in a dungeon after a long time of assassination?"

Clay kicked Arthur's ankle.

"Come on, man, get up. You've lost your nerve lately?"

"Uh, uh, are you free?"

"No offense at all, Joe at the dungeon. Are you out of your mind?"

"Ray, you're just enjoying the play… Involuntarily. Far from living here, I'm not aware of anything I'much conscious of my existence here. I feel so comfortable being completely ignored that I can't sleep....”

What Arthur said was true.

One of the heroes in the same play was surprisingly uninterested in the two.

"And you're really sleeping? I knew something was going to happen. Come on."

"I didn't sleep. I just closed my eyes, just my eyes."

It wasn't just Arthur's fault, but Clayo's forehead, which was not in a good mood, was narrowed down.

"You said that with your mouth before. A high-level driver said he didn't have to sleep for a few days. Did you stay up all night before school?

"Oh, how did you know? Tina?"

"Sleeping in a place like this... No, what else happened?”

"Oh, Ray, I can't fool your eyes. Well, I went into the mountain to see if I could raise my level by one more time because I could see if I could train like I did before... I didn't know the aftereffects would come like this."

The sorcerer's brow wrinkles deepened, showing no sign of unfolding. Somehow Arthur said he was drunk faster than usual.

"I know you're a hard-working person, but you should stop. He's a legendary figure at level six at 18, and what's wrong with him?"

"It's already over, and just doze off from now on. [Fluttering] You'll understand the magic of what you can do."

"Hey, hey, hey, are you really going to lose me? I don't think that's a good idea. Let's save Ether."

Clayo raised the corners of his mouth slightly to make a formal smile. It was a look that made others think he looked exactly like Baron Asher.

"Don't worry about Ether. I'm not doing it, but the Mana Stone Ruby will do it."

Even after making the mana stone heating plate, more than half the mana stone ruby remained. When he shook his usual subspace wallet, Arthur exaggeratedly pulled up his waist.

"Oh, I got it. I'm not going to doze off."

"We only have a couple of hours left, so get a hold of course.

Clayo's voice became smaller than the first time.

There was nothing hard for Arthur, who was sitting on the stone steps, but Clayo was suffering from a back ache and a tangle.

I can't believe I've watched three plays in a row. There were only two movies. How did you... Phew.'

The curtain of the last play rose while the fate of "Jeongjin" continued in the mind.

The conversation between Antigone and Ismene began with the palace of Thebes.

I looked at myself and looked back.

Clayo felt like crying. It was a tragedy for Sophocles, which was just right for a circular theater, but it was a painful performance to watch at 10 p.m. with a tired body.

"He has no mercy. What's wrong with me if I just let him sleep?'