181 Historical Overview (4)

I've thought about it.

The suspicion that this world is simply a manuscript created in writing has been in the inner circle of Jeongjin.

However, doubts could not be converted into conviction. for there was too clear evidence of opposition in the way of such a presumption was etched in his body.

Clay puts his back on Regina's hand. When the ether is injected, a clear blue-and-white rectangle and a thin line float onto the skin.

"I've already turned back time to this scar and corrected the details of the story. How can a real world be modified by a few scribbled proofs?”

How can the real world be reduced to letters and margins, and the arrangement of letters changes, leaving a scar on the human body? How can you turn back what happened and bring back the life of the dead?

The surrounding air seemed to have become thin. Clayo was suffocated.

Regina struggled to speak with a face that was no better than the blue clay.

She tries to convey the truth Jung-jin craves, but by some deterrence, her words are violently stopped.

After a geographical attempt, Regina's voice comes back to Clayo.

"…□□Oh, do you remember this question? How can history and narrative be distinguished?"

It was a question out of context, but it was probably a question that followed the previous drinking session, which "Jeongjin" could not hear.

I could have noticed that much.

And Clayo, or Jeongjin, remembered the first time in his life that he heard the question.

I have the illusion that the past is kind of a vision, surrounding the two.

Sound, smell, touch. All of it.

Clay takes his lips off slowly.

"It is divided into writing that cannot change what has happened in itself, writing that can change what has happened in its entirety, finding events, and creating actions."

"At the same time, the boundaries of history and narrative are either adhered to so that there is no way to distinguish, or they become as far apart as the two sides of the ocean."

Regina, who completed the passage that Clayo recited, managed to smile with her eyebrows down evenly.

It was what the professor of history introduction class gave the lecture at the first time.

I didn't need to say anything more. They knew each other had the same moment.

The lecture was officially titled "Understanding Historical Philosophy," but it was a major compulsory subject that everyone called the Introduction to History.

Inside Clayo's fast blinking eyelids, the scenery of the lecture room on the second floor of the East Hall is passing by.

It was 60 years old, so it was cold in March. The old radiator growled every morning.

Professor Noh's lectures before retirement were rambling, and explanations were often taken by side.

But 'Jung-jin' liked the class.

At the very end of the lecture hall, he would sneak a look at the back of Min-san, who was always sitting in the front seat.

It was only 13 years ago, and now it felt like it was something from a previous life.

In fact, I still thought it was a 'previously' period.

"Yeah, that's what we learned. The events of history that we knew in the world cannot happen twice, and no matter what historical technology we use, we cannot change what really happened. That definition was right in the world."

Regina's voice was too small to be heard even though she was close as if her cheeks were facing each other. Clayo clasped his trembling hand.

"But here, the history of the last world is not. The history of this world is a history that can rewrite events, a history that can undo what has happened."

In this world, the dead can survive and the mistakes they make can be corrected, said Regina.

"It's very much like the world we know, but it's a completely different world. It's organized by different laws of nature, different principles. Can the history of the world that sets the clock of a train station to an ether wave, not an electrical signal, be the same as our history? Can time here be the same as ours?"

"So what is the author's role in this repeatable world? How can a manuscript, which is just a simulation of the phenomenon, change the world?"

Regina crouched in pain, but held on to Clayo's collar and hurriedly woven his words.

"You already know. Text is fundamental and transcends time and space… Think about it, it wasn't different in our original world. There was a book there about the creation and destruction of the world. Then wouldn't there be a book written about what happened in between?”

Without taking her trembling pale hands off or holding them, Jeong-jin had all the words engraved in her mind.

It was an explanation of the structure of this world, which could not be obtained anywhere. Even if I can't understand it now, I had a hunch that it was something to remember.

"I didn't know you would do it, not anyone else."

"Ha-ha, maybe you can't fully understand the power of text now. But you're already a great magician, so you'll have to admit it. Isn't your magic strangely powerful?”

Clay replied wringingly.

"That's right. It was."

"The long-lived sentences, repeatedly rewritten and re-quoted texts, make your magic so strong."

It was true. Even a simple defense magic overwhelmingly gave way to the truth from the previous world.

Jeong-jin finds contradiction in her words.

"Why not? All those sentences don't exist in this world. In this world, no one knows where it comes from, and it's just a sentence that I quote, how do you gain strength in that way?”

"This is because the act of citation in the form of a spear of truth connects our world with the world on the face of the Palimpsest. And all the magic in the world, including Ether."

It was a proposition heard so many times that Clay was able to repeat Regina's words and put a period.

"-from outside the world."

"That's right. That's why you were given the power of transfer to remember a sentence that crossed the world.”

"Jeongjin" still couldn't accept the sudden discovery.

"But it wasn't even the original language.”

Translation is possible. Just as all the songs and scriptures in the world can be translated. Meaning goes beyond the frame, meaning goes beyond form. Words of truth do not fade in the midst of language conversion. It's a divine event. "In the beginning, there is a word...".”

"Jeongjin" knew the next verse from Regina in the language of Albion.

The Word was with God, and that is God, the old scriptures tell.

Some people believed that it was the truth about the world until the 21st century.

"Oh, that makes no sense. Anyone who reads a book can do this. Why on earth did you choose me?"

"That's not true. You really did a great job. You've come all the way here in the world, practicing your recommendations of the world."

"Recommendations..."

"The advice you gave after reading the eighth manuscript."

"Jeongjin" managed to recall several e-mails sent to "Mousai" in the remote past, and recommendations that were just general.

If deployment is blocked, write plots and outlines before writing.

I don't think you've specifically suggested a target audience, but considering the recent trend, we can also consider speeding up the deployment.

Shouldn't the main character be given the information and ability to fight against the villain so that he can develop smoothly?

There wasn't much to say.

They were also words that could have been considered as just temperature-free texts.

If you thought it was a world you had to live in, you would never have judged it in such worthless words.

What should I say about this moment's feelings?

Something between regret and shock. The cringe of wanting to shed the power and obligations that have never been requested. That was all.

"You want to argue that this world is both real and a manuscript, and that the author, one of the muse, was influenced by such an unnutritive word in reinventing the world? This is a very unwelcome story.”

"But what can we do about the truth? You are both an editor and a clerk, and now you are a man who connects the two worlds by promise. It was the secretaries who recorded the world created with words as a blackout. Writing the source of the quote, editing and emotion, is also a clerk's job, so in a world where you are not yet a book and are a manuscript, your authority is weak and terrifying."

Finally, Regina's purple eyes were wet from pain. The light spread over the moistened eyes, and at first glance, it looked brown like Minsan's eyes.

However, "Jeongjin" was not a unique color of the eyes that looked exactly like Minsan, but rather unfamiliar with the compassion and desire contained in it.

"Please fulfill the author's wishes, □□. So that the king of his choice, the kingdom of his choice, the technology of his choice can have a future. It's something only you can do."

Regina's body leans as if the old giant were to die. Only words that seem to break are desperate.

Unable to stand the smell of blood, Clayo dissuaded Regina.

"Stop talking now. I'll ask you again later....”

Regina's hand, which no longer had the strength to hold even the collar on this side, missed Clayo's hem and fell on the bed.

"You've already heard the answers to a lot of questions. When you're completely part of this story, all the secrets will be lost in front of you. Things that are prohibited from speaking will be freed from constraints, and you will be able to talk about your mission. You're the only one who can make the final decision."

a cool kick.

Regina hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand. There was a sharp smell of blood.

"-I wait for that day."

At the end of the sentence, Regina clenched her chin tightly.

His slender neck wriggled painfully. Regina forced her backflowing blood to swallow.

He seemed concerned that throwing up blood on all his white clothes and bedding would draw attention.

"□□Oh, can you edit this conversation with your authority? He'll approve that, too. This is an appendix that was placed too early, and it should not be included in the manuscript yet. If it was the right development, I would have fallen asleep after giving you my blessing.”

"Does he really exist? Then where does the guy shake the story he can't even deal with?"

"He doesn't know all the details of what's going on here. In accordance with the objectives and subjective consciousness set by the author, closed under the eyelids."

Clayo's movement stopped when he was awkwardly wiping off Regina's blood-stained handkerchief.

"But I've exceeded my authority because I wanted to tell you the convenience of the truth. But I can't tell you any more about the constrained body of the world. □□아, □□□. Even the name keeps missing. I wanted to call you again....”

Regina's words were obscured by silence, but I could imagine her affectionate words, 'Jeong Jin-ah, Kim Jung-jin.'

I've never cried since my mother became like that, and I felt like I was going to get teary eyes.

"This is all we are given now, so please understand that we are calling you in the way the world has allowed us to."

Regina, who straightened her waist with her last strength, stretched out her right hand with only a trace of blood and put it on Clayo's shoulder.

"To Sir Clayo Asher, I Regina Istoria, the daughter of God, pray for your blessings."

As if all the energy had been squeezed out, Regina, who had become paler than the sheets on the bed, lost consciousness.

The head bent in the pillow was pitiful.

Clayo, who laid her head upright, pressed her hot eyes hard.

The feeling of 'promise' still stuck in my left hand was new and strange.

After a moment of hesitation, Clayo Asher finally invoked Editorial Authority.

[-Unique skill: Use 'Editor access' (2/3)]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:04:59 / 00:05:00]

The second hand of the clock stops and the water droplets on the cup are beyond the influence of gravity.

Soon Palimpsest came to Clayo, and a golden ink-biting pen came to mind.

Totally different from the first time I saw it, complex appreciation disturbed Clayo.

With the text in front of the world itself, Clay had to spend a few seconds trying to control the emotional turmoil.

Finally, he grabbed and unfolded the breaking manuscript, leaving crumbs in his hand.

There was something to check before editing. He turned the manuscript back to the front page.

Phyton's second attack.

Grendel's surprise attack.

The death of the Duke of Tristane.

Arthur's crisis.

And the appearance of 'The Last Story'.

"God's honorable love comes to the earth when he sincerely agrees with the existence deeply involved in the safety of the world.

'There is.'

Unlike the information window, which has been remembered numerous times but has not been marked in the manuscript, the message that was heard by ear was clearly recorded in the manuscript.

It is an expression of the inner thoughts of the character "Clayo Asher," who had only been functioning thoroughly and functionally, in the position of "Jeongjin."

"Is this the result of the increase in narrative intervention?"

It was paradoxical enough to make me laugh.

As soon as he realized the gravity of his editor role, "Clayo" also established himself as one of the characters.

It felt terribly strange, but there was no time to indulge in sentimentality.

Mindful of the dwindling time limit, Clay handed the manuscript straight over.

It was easy to find the scene of meeting Regina. This is because the plaintiff's condition was strange from the point where the archbishop was bitten by a priest.

The neat letters that had been continuing from the front were jagged, ink splattered, and the pen deflected off the board.

It looked as if the author had written it half asleep.

Looking at it for a few more seconds, it was more like a draft or a memo than a manuscript.

The content has never been in this state.

Besides, everything that Regina stopped talking about was missing.’

All the parts that sounded like noise had been stripped off. It was a total mess.

Clayo boldly wrote the delete symbol on the entire page and began to write down the contents of the previous page on the next page.

It did not make any changes.

Except for the conversation between Regina and Clayo that followed shortly after the greeting, it only ended with "I, Regina Istoria, the daughter of God to Cleio Asher."

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:01 / 00:00:05]

That alone has run out of time.

A message came up that informed the author of his acceptance sooner than usual.

[-The author accepts the editor's sentiment.]

1) The Korean Bible translated and the Gospel of John 1:1.