That was Kim Dok-Ja. That sentence, it definitely came from him. She didn't need to hear his voice to know that.
Han Su-Yeong wrote the next sentence.
⸢What's this, you were alright?⸥
Being an author didn't mean you were in control of every word you write. And also, she was the type of person who could only write stuff like that. However, Kim Dok-Ja should be able to read that fine. Because he was the greatest reader she knew.
Knock.
Along with a slight knocking noise, she heard his laughter. Sounds of weapons clashing coming from everywhere hurt her ears. Her companions were still bitterly fighting. No time to leisurely waste time, in other words.
⸢You knew this would happen from the get-go, didn't you?⸥
She couldn't clearly see the sentence written on the wall. As if, the communication earlier was just a pure fluke of really low odds.
⸢Hey, you! Write legibly, will ya?!⸥
Even though Jang HYeong was helping out here, Kim Dok-Ja's message still couldn't be seen.
['Wall of Impossible Communication' is unleashing its power!]
Tsu-chuchuchut!
Far too many sentences were aimlessly floating above the wall.
Every single one of them happened to be what she and the rest of the companions said to Kim Dok-Ja. Some of them were clear to see, while some were indistinct.
“Su-Yeong-ah.”
“…..I know.”
While listening to Jang HYeong's voice, Han Su-Yeong reached out to the wall one more time. She tried really hard to find Kim Dok-Ja's message by combining the floating sentences.
[Fable, 'Predictive Plagiarism', has begun its storytelling!]
[Target is an existence you can't understand!]
What connected each letter was context. Letters cast out in the sea without context were akin to a book that had been created to be unreadable.
⸢”I'm going home now.”⸥
⸢”You'll lend me a spare battery when we go camping?”⸥
All she could do now was to connect those context-less sentences somehow. Inject context into these nonsensical sentences to give them meaning. Shuffle those that weren't plot development so that they looked like it.
However, it was not enough. No matter how she connected them, there would always be some part without meaning.
“Kim Dok-Ja! Say something! What is the plan?! Just what do you want us to do here?!”
No reply came back to her. The roaring Outer God King was still battling the Constellations. The heavily-bleeding companions were collapsing within the storm of aftermaths.
Han Su-Yeong gritted her teeth. It was fine if Kim Dok-Ja didn't want to say it. The important part was reading his intentions. His intentions of making such a move without letting his companions know of his plans.
It was to figure out his thought process on choosing to become the Outer God King.
It was then words began gathering one by one.
⸢If the Ways of Survival was behind a paywall, just how much have I used it so far?⸥
⸢If I had ₩20,000,000 in my bank account, what would I feel?⸥
⸢If there are two rooms, then how does the remaining one get filled up, usually?⸥
“….If I had met you back in the normal world, I would never ever have become your friend.”
“From now on, our story will be a paid service.”
Chapter end
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