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What is your relationship with Yoo Jonghyuk?” “We are companions separated by life and death.

If I was really a god then I would be the most incompetent god in the world. The most helpless god in the world who knew everything but couldn’t explain anything.

I wish to see the novel’s epilogue.

Ultimately, every human is their own writer." - Han Sooyoung

I believe in you more than the future that hasn’t come yet.

Helping someone who didn't want help could be a curse. However, some people couldn't ask for help despite needing help. It was because they had never asked for it before.

The story changed every time I read it. The story was over but it wasn't over. The story wouldn't end unless the reader gave up on the story. - Han Sooyoung

Yoo Jonghyuk. Can I hit you?" "If you have confidence." I angrily formed a fist as I heard a message. [The character Yoo Jonghyuk has used 'Strong Self-Defense Lv. 5'.] I dropped my fist. Cowardly bastard.

He(Kim Dokja) will be my companion and he will see the end of the scenario. - Yoo Joonghyuk

Jerk, he was the main character yet he wasn’t going through any hardship. Meanwhile, I was the tired one despite being the reader. - Kim Dokja

Is it okay if the fragments aren't in context?" "It's fine. This is what humans are like.

It doesn't matter what gender, race or world you originated from. It doesn't matter if you are strong or weak, famous or not famous. Anything is okay. What I am looking for is passion. I hope you have the passion to see the end of this damn story with me." - Kim Dokja

I am Yoo Jonghyuk.” The coldest and loneliest voice in the world. The sleeping prince had finally woken up from his deep sleep. “And you shall die here.

I always regretted about something in my life. However, my regret over the things I hadn’t done was way bigger than for those that I did do. -Kim Dokja

She looked between Yoo Jonghyuk’s black coat and my white coat before opening her mouth. “By the way, are you a couple?” “…It is just a coincidence. It is a common design.” [The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is delighted for an unknown reason.] [A constellation who likes to change gender has shining eyes.]

Eat the soil, Yoo Joonghyuk.

I smiled at him. “You are late, Yoo Jonghyuk.

Release your hand and get lost, you damn son of a bitch. - Kim Dokja to Yoo Joonghyuk

I might be a killer but I don’t want to become a monster. - Jung Heewon

A regressor actually does not regress. What actually regresses isn’t him, but everything else excluding him.

You(Kim Dokja) are like dough made by anyone while a god was carving him(Yoo Joonghyuk) for a thousand days." - Jang Hayoung

When I closed my eyes, the overview of the entire universe would get drawn inside my head. Han Su-Yeong wrote the story. Yu Jung-Hyeok lived that story. And, I read that very story. And that’s how this world barely managed to reach its completion.

Those who read more than 50 chapters of a boring novel weren’t normal.

Marry Bihyung? I’d rather kill myself’ - Kim Dokja

A human's present was important because there was nothing after death" -Kim Dokja

Unfortunately, I couldn't reply. Because, if I do, then... ...Then you would end up becoming a mere character of the story. Because you definitely couldn't become a mere character [Kim Dokja had learned how to live from this man.] This man was my father, my older brother and my oldest friend I couldn't kill this guy. Nor could I beg for his forgiveness either -Kim Dokja

We(Yoo Joonghyuk & Kim Dokja) are companions separated by life and death. - Kim Dokja

–I understand. Yoo Jonghyuk was silent for a moment. –You are talking as if you have regressed before. –I don’t need to regress to understand. I knew that I shouldn’t speak about understanding. Still, I wanted to say it. Since he wouldn’t receive understanding from anyone in the future, I thought I could say this. [The character ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’ is deeply shaken.] [The character ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’ has received a faint consolation.]

Jung Heewon unsheathed her sword and spoke. "I don't know anything about the future. However, I do know this. You said that you want to save this world? It's the same for me, too." Her determination manifested in the whitish flames billowing on the [Sword of Judgement]. "That man is the world I wish to save.

[You're our son. That is all that matters.] - Persephone

Han Sooyoung approached and raised my chin with her fingers. "It's been a while, Kim Dokja. You are still ugly.

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.

Strangely, I’ve been craving something sweet lately. Do you want to eat?” Han Sooyoung didn't wait for my answer and shoved the candy she was holding into my mouth. It had a lemon flavour. I ate the candy and Han Sooyoung looked at me quietly. “By the way, that’s what i was eating.” ”So?” “...You are really no fun.

Persephone disappeared while winking at me. [We’ll meet again soon, our cute son.]

⸢Kim Dok Ja is an id iot.⸥

Sadness did indeed have 'weight'. The despair of a person risking his life trying to save someone else, and another's grief borne from powerlessness while watching that feat unfold, would never carry equal weight.

I am Yoo Joonghyuk, a former regressor

I'm only good to people who are also dead. I'm sorry that we met when you are a living person. Ahjussi, you should die soon and come back again." - Kim Namwoon to Kim Dokja

The light of countless constellations was shining towards him but none of them could reach Yoo Joonghyuk. No matter how many years they had lived, they couldn't understand the regressor who suffered the destruction of the world twice. The next moment, Yoo Joonghyuk heard a message. [The constellation 'Demon King of Salvation' is looking at you.] It was a star that never appeared in the last two rounds. Then why? Yoo Joonghyuk felt like the star had been there for a long time. Yoo Joonghyuk declared, "Get lost, Kim Dokja.

Did copyright exist for one's life, too? But, was it okay to describe one's life as a 'work of an author'?

If you want my bones, I shall give them to you. If you want my heart, then I will gladly hand it over. However, you will have to risk half of all your Stories.

The reason why she suddenly wrote the essay was to make me the son of a murderer, not a murderer.

But as he stood before the hard-earned freedom, he couldn't figure out what exactly he had finally earned.

⸢For sure, Kim Dokja would've said something like "Yoosung-ah, listen. There's no 'weight' to sadness."⸥ Shin Yoosung didn't agree with those words. Sadness did indeed have 'weight'. The despair of a person risking his life trying to save someone else, and another's grief borne from powerlessness while watching that feat unfold, would never carry equal weight. In the end, to every human being, the most precious thing was themselves. And Kim Dokja risked everything of his, always.

...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.]

Our Stories aren't for your entertainment', she said. She wobbled slightly as the shelling continued on. However, she never faltered once. She was no longer that girl who feared the ocean, but a commander of this vessel.

Jung Heewon unsheathed her sword and spoke. “I don’t know anything about the future. However, I do know this. You said that you want to save this world? It’s the same for me, too.” Her determination manifested in the whitish flames billowing on the [Sword of Judgement]. "That man is the world I wish to save.

Yoo Joonghyuk looked at me like I was mentally ill. "Kim Dokja! Don't say anything else!" Of course, I kept talking.

Doesn't matter how you read it, the one to judge it will be me. So, you simply concentrate on reading'. […] 'It's my freedom to decide what I hear and what I remember. And I shall decide who I am'. With a voice I knew so well, he was talking about a story that I didn't know. 'You fool, you are not reading it alone'.

The man who came to her 1863rd regression turn. The man who she wanted to see again. The detestable man with his own brand of ass-kissing. The man who lied really easily. The man who she enjoyed being around, since they could lie about something together and snicker among themselves. The man, who didn't remember her.

I hurriedly whispered towards Yoo Jonghyuk. “Hey, just say that you like him. Quickly.” “I don’t want to.” “Why? Hey, just close your eyes and do it once…” Nirvana shouted angrily when he saw me whispering. “Don’t whisper in front of me!” Then Yoo Jonghyuk spoke in a loud voice, “I’m not interested in men!” [The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ cries out for blood.] [2,000 coins have been sponsored.] Nirvana looked like he would puke. “I’m not a man!” [The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is embarrassed.] “Of course, I’m not a woman either!

To think, I was learning how to make dumplings from a dumpling while walking on the Dumpling Road.

Yoo Joonghyuk then powerfully threw Kim Dokja forward, but also stepped onto the latter's back – and they began scything past the storm as if he was surfing the waves.

[The stigma ‘Regression Lv. 3’ has been activated!] It was cruel. Was this really how it ended? How did I(Kim Dokja) get here? Would Yoo Jonghyuk really die here? Then a single line emerged. [Incarnation ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’ is looking at his sponsor.] “…Yoo Jonghyuk?” Yoo Jonghyuk, who became so ragged that his shape couldn’t be recognized, stared at his sponsor with a single bloody eye. Sparks appeared around his disappearing body. [Incarnation ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’ is resisting his sponsor.] [All of the stories of incarnation ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’ is resisting death.] This was something I had never seen in any round. [The incarnation ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’ has refused to regress.]

He was the first reader of the Story Kim Dokja had compiled.

This story is just for that one reader.

The author of the novel probably didn't think about stuff like this. However, it is up to you to decide on what you'll get out of reading the novel. If you only find trash within, then it'll simply end as trash. But if it can impart just a tiny little bit of deeper meaning to you, then that alone will improve this work in your eyes. Again, it is up to you to decide which one it will be. But I'd really like you to choose the option where you get to 'appreciate' your time a little bit better.

Kar. Mien. Der.” The dark keeper muttered as it barely managed to pull itself together from its shock. I didn’t ask but Yoo Sangah muttered from behind me in a quivering voice. “How do you know all my weaknesses…?” This was what it meant. I gave an answer in a light manner. “I usually read a lot of books.

If this story can really save you... If you regained just a little of your memories and remember us just one more time... Then I'll keep writing the epilogue for you until the end of time, for eternity. - Han Sooyoung

⸢Outer Gods' are unfathomable creatures.⸥ Those were some pretty irresponsible words, that's for sure. Such words could be applied to just about anybody, not only to the 'Outer Gods', now couldn't they?

Lee Hyunsung touched my head and then opened his mouth. “In the past, I lost an empty cartridge in the army.” “…That must be a big problem. Did you find it again?” “I found it.” “You must’ve been in trouble. Why are you saying this…?” “It was found out of the blue one month later.” Despite my confused expression, Lee Hyunsung still looked serious. “From then on, I kept the empty shell in my pocket.

I'll hit you(yoo joonghyuk) gently so please don't die" -Kim Dokja

⸢t l s 1 2 3⸥ ⸢Y o u ca nn ot cha nge th is sto ry⸥

She could hear Han Sooyoung's laughter. ⸢You know this too, right? The last one to laugh is the winner.⸥

The was wrong. Yoo Joonghyuk's regressions were wrong, and the stories the scenarios created were unfair. – That's why I won't sit still. I'll witness the Conclusion. You say I shouldn't, but I'll see it regardless. I'll definitely jump over that Wall you failed to cross along with my companions, and as for the being beyond it… I'll kill that guy. I'll end your 'Oldest Dream'.

「 “Something is strange. Are you really Captain?” 」 Then Shin Yoosung’s eyes shifted to my dead body. 「 “Who is that person? I haven’t never seen such a person before.” 」 Only Yoo Jonghyuk stayed silent. He just swung and swung his sword. This was his only answer. How long did he swing his sword? Yoo Jonghyuk slowly opened his mouth. 「 “…That guy.” 」 Shin Yoosung’s face gradually filled with doubt and disbelief. The silent Yoo Jonghyuk finally spoke. 「 “He is my companion.” 」

Not everything would work out if you tried hard

I mean, you can just say there it is, so deal with it. It's not the issue with understanding it, but rather, accepting it.

He is called the Tyrant King. He is one of the top seven kings of Seoul and the king with the largest territory.” Lee Hyunsung asked this time. “What type of person is he?” “He is someone who started from Dobong-gu and built his own kingdom. He says that any beautiful or handsome man and woman will become concubines, while any ugly people will be killed or become slaves.” Jung Heewon frowned. “If Dokja-ssi is caught, you will become a slave.” “…Well, I think it will be dangerous for Heewon-ssi.” “Being a concubine is difficult… Why don’t we just go ahead and kill him?

He's a pathetic fool, indeed. He was just some contracted worker for a no-name game developer, and his hobby was reading novels. His specialty is to run his cocky mouth off, and he has this habit of throwing his life away so that we can overcome any and all impossible situations hindering us. Someone like that managed to lead his companions this far. Regardless of what the incoming conclusion is, this world wouldn't have come this far without him around.

The world where the result devours the cause, and the cause devours the result. The world where all possibilities exist, and the individual possibility supports and maintains each other. A perfect, immortal epic where a story manufactures a story all on its own.

I laughed as Yoo Joonghyuk's sword pierced through my heart. [Your fate has been realized.] My body slowly sank down and Yoo Joonghyuk held onto me. "Kim Dokja." "It was a really great story. Isn't that right?" Yoo Joonghyuk stared down at me silently. I couldn't find any words and just watched. It was as if I had always been meant to do this.

A storyteller was supposed to remain neutral. The thing was, though, all judges secretly rooted for a team they liked. This was true for Bihyung as well. Like a parent looking at his wonderfully-matured children, Bihyung stroked the faces appearing on the screen with a deeply moved expression.

I knew Loother hated when I said Looth as much as I hated Orv. But we both liked it too. It was like we were saying I love you with a fuck you. This kind of thing could happen with language and be normal and well understood.

Let's meet again, Yoo Joonghyuk." The power of the demon king disappeared and at the same time, strength drained from me. [The main scenario has ended.] [Seoul Dome has been freed.] A small black hole appeared in the air behind me. My body was slowly being sucked into it. My legs, my torso, my arms...they turned into powder and were slowly being sucked in. "Kim Dokja! No! Kim Dokja!" At the last moment, he tightly held me by the neck. However, it was already too late.

...I won't give up on this life." Perhaps there was no one here who would understand his words. In the midst of the terrible loneliness that came from this face, Yoo Joonghyuk declared. "So don't give up either." He didn't know if it had been delivered or not.

It was an interview with the representative of the low-grade dokkaebis, Bihyung. That bastard, this was why he told me to watch. -Half of the glory is actually due to an incarnation working hard in my channel. Maybe he is a friend that you know. I’ll give half this joy to the incarnation!

[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.

Joongghyuk-ah, we can save the world. You know that, right?" Yoo Joonghyuk stared at me.

I knew Loother hated when I said Looth as much as I hated Orv. But we both liked it too. It was like we were saying I love you with a fuck you.

That man is the world I wish to save.

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. My mother said, 「This is the end. 」 「There isn't anything that comes next? 」 「There is no 'next'. 」 My mother was cold as she told me a brutal truth. 「 However, just because it is the end doesn't mean you've seen the whole story. 」 Then she gave me wise advice. 「 Yes? 」 「 Read it again. 」 Reread the finished story. As a child, I didn't know what this meant. 「 Why read a story I already know? 」 「 If you read it again, it will definitely be a different story. 」 「…I don't want to. 」 I was stubborn because I was afraid of feeling the deprivation again. Then my mother said, 「 Do you want to read it together? 」 Thus, I learnt to read again. At first, I only saw the main character's position. The second reading showed the position of the supporting character and the third reading showed the position of the enemy. The story changed every time I read it. The story was over but it wasn't over. The story wouldn't end unless the reader gave up on the story. I still thought about it often. What if my mother had said something else at that time? All fiction was fake and it would just be a loss of my life if I read it. Would I then have a lot of friends? What if I didn't study hard, wasn't bullied and didn't run away from the reality given to me? Sparks appeared in the air and the flowing memories were broken. 「 Kim Dokja. You look relaxed. 」