Han Su-Yeong continued to write.
The short period of time given to her during the wee hours was completely devoted to Kim Dok-Ja.
“Hey, Dokkaebi King.”
“Yes, my dear god.”
“….I told you to stop calling me that. Anyways. The 'Ways of Survival' will be published seven in the evenings from now on. The website doesn't have the feature to schedule the chapter releases ahead of time yet, so you hold onto the manuscript and upload them on time for me. If I upload them during dawn, that kid is going to stay up late and wait. He won't get any sleep.”
“I shall do as you command.”
Han Su-Yeong spat out a lengthy groan and shifted her gaze back to the manuscript she'd been working on.
⸢Yu Jung-Hyeok examined the events of the previous regression turn.⸥
She couldn't possibly write a life that lasted for 1863rd regression turns. 3149 chapters were simply too short to contain a life lived for 1864 times. She had to omit some regression turns, while some others had to be greatly reduced in length.
She knew that life didn't really work that way. But at the same time, she had to acknowledge that some lives could only be written in such a manner. Once she came to accept that, writing those lives didn't prove to be too difficult for her.
The life of 1863rd turn Yu Jung-Hyeok was given to her in its entirety, while she also possessed information from the 3rd turn Kim Dok-Ja, as well. Most importantly, though, she was an excellent writer.
The margins she couldn't fill up, they would instead be lived out by Yu Jung-Hyeok himself.
Yu Jung-Hyeok, who'd take his breaths among the flowing contexts of the words, and step above the hard ground covered by the pitch-black letters.
All she could do was to deliver such Yu Jung-Hyeok's story.
Every time she wrote a single chapter, Kim Dok-Ja's life was extended by yet another day. As one sentence after another was compiled and recorded, her own time also ticked forward little by little.
The 13-year-old Han Su-Yeong became 14. Then, 15 years old.
⸢A serialisation that would last for ten long, arduous years had begun.⸥
It was tough. She didn't have enough stamina, and her young body was simply too frail. Even then, Han Su-Yeong endured. She thought about Kim Dok-Ja beyond the computer screen, also getting older like her. Kim Dok-Ja, who hadn't died, hadn't given up, and was still enduring his life.
– Dear author-nim, Today, Jung-Hyeok did…
Are you really enjoying a story like this?
Although half in doubt, Han Su-Yeong still continued to write the story.
⸢”The information I gave you will come in handy later down the line. So, take a look whenever you have time.”⸥
The story would not end as long as someone was reading it.
That's how it was with the 1863rd regression turn, once thought to be the last.
– Author-nim. I've been thinking, how about creating a new character by using this opportunity….?
She checked the comments Kim Dok-Ja left behind every day. As she was active only around the early hours, communicating with him in real-time was difficult, but she did reply to the questions that seemingly required one.
– Should I create another main character?
– If possible, might as well as make her a pretty female character…
– Aha, you mean a beautiful young girl.
⸢Facial features more than enough to slap Yu Jung-Hyeok's cheeks twice. A beautiful young boy with brilliant blonde locks glared at Yu Jung-Hyeok and shouted out. “Hey you, dumpling man.”⸥
“Now, behold. Isn't this a truly perfect story?”
Chapter end
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