All sorts of complicated thoughts rushed past my head.
“I….”
It felt as if someone was ringing a gong right next to my ear. I covered my mouth from the sudden rush of the sick feeling from my stomach. The kkoma Yu Jung-Hyeoks kept looking up at me as I began wobbling about unsteadily.
⸢Kim Dok-Ja knew who these beings were.⸥
The final revision of the 'Ways of Survival' spat out bright texts from inside my pocket.
⸢He knew, but at the same time, he didn't want to know.⸥
“Kim Dok-Ja?”
The kkoma Yu Jung-Hyeoks realised that something was wrong with me and called out.
I needed to stop thinking.
['The 4th Wall' is shaking.]
Stop thinking.
['The 4th Wall' is shaking intensely.]
However, I couldn't.
Pages were flipping over inside my head. As if there was a storm raging about in there, all those pages swirled up and flew at the same time to completely blanket my consciousness.
“….Hey, you?”
And eventually, my vision was dyed in pitch-black darkness.
“Looks like he's learned of it now.”
The kkoma Yu Jung-Hyeok number [41] spoke as if it was in passing. Next to him was the 'Secretive Plotter', sitting on the ancient, worn-down throne.
“By any chance, did you deliberately give out that hint?”
[That wasn't my intention.]
“I don't see any reward for you after you even prepared props to put up a show like this.”
The kkoma Yu Jung-Hyeok number [41] spoke as he stared at the Plotter's white coat. It was the same coat as the one Yu Jung-Hyeok from the 1863rd turn wore.
The Plotter felt that stare. While taking the coat off, he spoke up. [I wasn't putting on a show. That guy from the 1863rd should've been a part of me originally. Just like all of you.]
“However, he opened the door and left without warning, didn't he. While leaving behind that coat, too.”
The kkoma Yu Jung-Hyeok number [41] took over the white coat. As if the two had been talking about something forbidden up until now, a short silence descended between them.
The 'Secretive Plotter' wordlessly extended his hand towards the empty air. A circular table suddenly materialised next to the old throne. There was a wine glass filled with red wine on top of it. He lightly picked the glass up.
[It seems that the scenario is progressing far quicker than expected. Its ripening degree is nothing to write home about.]
“It's all because of that fool, Kim Dok-Ja.”
[Has the Dokkaebi King made his move yet?]
The kkoma Yu Jung-Hyeok number [41] flipped through the message log in the empty air. “No, not yet. However, Great Dokkaebis are now moving behind the scenes. The Wennys have contacted us, as well.”
[It'll soon start, then.]
“I guess so.”
Two Yu Jung-Hyeoks stopped talking for a little while. Ominous howls could be heard coming through the cracked walls of this palace built to resemble a circle. Those were the cries of the Outer World's hounds searching for them.
The 'Secretive Plotter' opened his lips. [41st. You are the most similar 'Yu Jung-Hyeok' when compared to me.]
“What an honour that is.”
[You'll soon die.]
“Have we not come this far for that exact purpose?”
They stopped talking again. Pale-white light suddenly glowed in the empty air, and soon,
[There isn't much left till the end of this long story, then.]
When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside the Library.
⸢Kim Dok Ja, so an noy ing.⸥
I heard the Wall's faint voice and shook my head to regain my wits.
'Sorry about that'.
(TL: No second chapter today, but I'll try to make up for it tomorrow.)
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