“I wish to see the novel’s epilogue.”
― 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
― 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
“I smiled at him. “You are late, Yoo Jonghyuk.”
― 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
― 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
“I remembered the moment I read a novel for the first time.
The texture of the soft paper touching my fingertips. The black letters blooming on a white field. The texture of the page I folded with my hands.
「 It isn’t important to read the letters. The important thing is where the letters lead you. 」
My mother, who loved books, used to say this. At least for me, it wasn’t just a saying.
The gaps in the black print. My own little snow garden lay in between the letters. This space, which was too small for someone to go into, was a perfect place for a child who liked to hide. Every time a pleasant sound was heard, the letters stacked up like snow.
In it, I became a hero. I had adventures, loved and dreamt. Thus, I read, read and read again.
I remembered the first time I was about to finish a book. It was like being deprived of the world.
The protagonist and supporting characters walked off with the sentence ‘They lived happily ever after’ and I was left alone at the end of the story. In my vanity and sense of betrayal, my young self struggled because I couldn’t stand the loneliness.
「This… is the end? 」
Perhaps it was similar to learning about death. For the first time, I realized that something was finite.”
― 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
The texture of the soft paper touching my fingertips. The black letters blooming on a white field. The texture of the page I folded with my hands.
「 It isn’t important to read the letters. The important thing is where the letters lead you. 」
My mother, who loved books, used to say this. At least for me, it wasn’t just a saying.
The gaps in the black print. My own little snow garden lay in between the letters. This space, which was too small for someone to go into, was a perfect place for a child who liked to hide. Every time a pleasant sound was heard, the letters stacked up like snow.
In it, I became a hero. I had adventures, loved and dreamt. Thus, I read, read and read again.
I remembered the first time I was about to finish a book. It was like being deprived of the world.
The protagonist and supporting characters walked off with the sentence ‘They lived happily ever after’ and I was left alone at the end of the story. In my vanity and sense of betrayal, my young self struggled because I couldn’t stand the loneliness.
「This… is the end? 」
Perhaps it was similar to learning about death. For the first time, I realized that something was finite.”
― 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
“...Yoo Jonghyuk glanced to his side before speaking again.
“I have a companion already.”
I doubted my ears for a moment. This bastard Yoo Jonghyuk… what was he doing now?
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ appears late and looks around.]
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is giggling at the situation.]
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is astonished.]
[The constellation ‘ Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is praying for the line to be spoken again.]”
― 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
“I have a companion already.”
I doubted my ears for a moment. This bastard Yoo Jonghyuk… what was he doing now?
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ appears late and looks around.]
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is giggling at the situation.]
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is astonished.]
[The constellation ‘ Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is praying for the line to be spoken again.]”
― 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
“[A portion of the audience members are getting really curious about the taste of ‘Murim dumplings’.]
I sensed Yu Jung-Hyeok [999] flinch ever so slightly on my shoulder.
In the meantime, I handed the dumplings over to Shin Yu-Seung and Yu Jung-Hyeok as well.
The latter frowned and shook his head. “I don’t eat food made by other people.”
“Other people didn’t make this.”
He seemed deeply puzzled by that. Most likely, he had no idea what I was talking about. He then glared at the [Murim dumpling] resting before his eyes with some suspicion, but eventually made up his mind and cautiously reached out to it.
And very slowly, so very slowly, as if he was studying his new enemy, brought the dumpling near his nose.
“….This aroma??”
That’s right, eat that damn dumpling, you bastard.
Yu Jung-Hyeok continued his pained deliberation over and over again, and in the end, brought the dumpling towards his lips very slowly. As if he was tearing into the neck of the enemy commander, he took a small bite out of it.”
―
I sensed Yu Jung-Hyeok [999] flinch ever so slightly on my shoulder.
In the meantime, I handed the dumplings over to Shin Yu-Seung and Yu Jung-Hyeok as well.
The latter frowned and shook his head. “I don’t eat food made by other people.”
“Other people didn’t make this.”
He seemed deeply puzzled by that. Most likely, he had no idea what I was talking about. He then glared at the [Murim dumpling] resting before his eyes with some suspicion, but eventually made up his mind and cautiously reached out to it.
And very slowly, so very slowly, as if he was studying his new enemy, brought the dumpling near his nose.
“….This aroma??”
That’s right, eat that damn dumpling, you bastard.
Yu Jung-Hyeok continued his pained deliberation over and over again, and in the end, brought the dumpling towards his lips very slowly. As if he was tearing into the neck of the enemy commander, he took a small bite out of it.”
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