835 Episode 43 Transcendent Alliance (4)

Big house.

The fact that Bicheonhori used that word meant that he already knew that I had come here to meet the 'Second Kim Dokja'.

"I don't know if you remember, but I've met you before."

Bicheonhori looked at me with deep eyes as if he would listen to what I had to say.

"The first time was during the 'Twelve Zodiac Race' at the 'Recycling Center'."

"I think it was you who spoke last time, wasn't it?"

I still remembered his last words clearly.

Bicheonhori blinked as if he was somewhat surprised by my answer, then nodded.

"We met again after that. On the 'Orient Express carriage' at the 'Recycling Center'."

At that time, I used [Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint] on Dansu ahjussi and encountered Bicheonhori, who was riding with him.

I also remember clearly what Bicheonhori said to me at that time.

He told me that I would not be able to become a 'Recorder' yet. He also said that I would not be able to write the next chapter of the world because there were too many voices holding me back.

"How did you become a 'Recorder of Fear'? What on earth is the principle of a Recorder of Fear?"

I thought of Lycaon.

Bicheonhori said that he saw the 'end of the world', but as far as I know, Lycaon has never seen the 'end of the world'.

Even so, Lycaon and Bicheonhori both became 'Recorders of Fear'.

"What on earth is your purpose?"

Lycaon said.

'Their job is to collect records of the distorted world lines.'

But that job itself is probably not their goal. There must be some grand purpose behind their collecting records.

"Is this question also a subject of trade?"

"Can't I give you a 'different interpretation'?"

Bicheonhori, who had been tilting his head for a moment, suddenly threw his head back and started laughing heartily.

He was right. The other Fears I've interpreted — 'Alien Signal Light' and 'Tooth Fin' are Catastrophe-level or Disaster-level Fears. It would be difficult to attract the attention of the Recorder with Fears of that level. But.

"It's not like 'Fear' is only in the Fear Realm, right?"

"I'm talking about the 'Oldest Fear' in this world."

The Oldest Fear in this world.

The origin of this universe that no one has been able to interpret, cannot interpret, and will not be interpreted.

Bicheonhori opened his mouth with a slightly hardened expression.

A light spark flew, but it wasn't filtered. I don't know how powerful a 'Recorder of Fear' Bicheonhori is, but it seems that he can say that name without filtering.

I nodded and answered.

"Yes. I'll tell you about that guy's true identity."

"His name is Kim Dokja."

He didn't seem surprised at all. If you're a Recorder of Fear, you know everything up to here.

Then how about this?

"Do you know what food Kim Dokja hates?"

Bicheonhori's expression hardened for the first time at my question.

"Why should you know? Are you saying that you're not curious about the Oldest Dream right now? Of all people, a 'Recorder of Fear'?"

"Are you saying that this interpretation that even the great Morak you revere doesn't know is unnecessary, useless, trivial, and not even worth recording?"

Bicheonhori hesitated with a very confused expression, then grabbed his pen as if he had decided on something.

"Tomatoes."

Bicheonhori opened his eyes wide and began to write something in the air.

"From there, it's a trade target. Are you curious?"

It was quite amusing to see Bicheonhori’s dumbfounded expression.

He asked, his lips curled as if he had been hit.

"How are the Recorders of Fear born?"

Different reasons?

After pausing for a beat, Bicheonhori looked straight into my eyes and continued speaking.

"This explanation is too vague."

Those chosen by the Oldest Dream.

"Is that the answer? I don't even know what you're talking about, and it's not worth trading."

"So let me ask you one more question. What is your purpose? Why are you collecting interpretations from the Fear Realm and collecting records of the twisted world line?"

"Anyway, aren't you going to write something vague and plausible? Tell me quickly."

Bicheonhori now looked as if he was dumbfounded. However, since he was curious about why Kim Dokja hates tomatoes, he had no choice but to answer.

"More specifically."

"Well... I guess it's reading a lot, writing a lot, and thinking a lot."

What I said was the basic quality of a good writer.

Reading a lot. Writing a lot. Thinking a lot.

Bicheonhori nodded as if he agreed with those words.

A sentence that will remain forever.

I suddenly thought that they resembled the Constellations.

Just as the Constellations build up stories and perform scenarios to complete their ■■, the Recorders also repeat the same thing to write the ultimate 'One Sentence'.

"I guess the reason you want my interpretation is for the same reason."

"What will happen to you if you can write that 'One Sentence'?"

Bicheonhori smiled brightly and continued.

As expected, Yoo Joonghyuk's trickster.

He won't just tell me everything.

I hadn't thought of that.

Bicheonhori smiled and asked, perhaps seeing my expression.

"It's just because they don't taste good."

Bicheonhori made a blank expression.

"It's true."

"I hate tomatoes too."

"I'm Kim Dokja too. Did you forget?"

Bicheonhori opened his mouth as if he had been hit again.

I smiled at him and said,

"Then this is the end of the deal. I will see you again next time."

As Bicheonhori's appearance slowly began to disperse along with the surrounding scenery, he shouted urgently.

"If there was such a condition, you should have told me about it a long time ago."

Unfortunately, Bicheonhori's body was almost gone.

He finished his words with a somewhat hurt expression.

With those words, the scenery of Murim completely disappeared.

And when I opened my eyes again.

I was sitting in the cinema. A long horizontal line was drawn on the screen that was cast through the darkness. It looked like someone had torn something up and put it together.

A group of small heads were watching the screen.

Since I knew where this was, I didn't panic and watched the screen with the kkoma Kim Dokjas.

The movie shown on the screen was a story I already knew.

The story began when a piece of the stupid Kim Dokja possessed 'Cheon Inho' among the many characters.

When I turned my head, there was the Demon King of the Cinema sitting with his legs crossed, gulping down a Zero Carbonated Drink.

Instead of answering, I gulped down the Zero Cola placed next to me. When I didn't respond to the provocation, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Asmodeus, who was squirming, asked.

"Are you saying this because I ruined your theater?"

"You little brat."

I continued to spit at Asmodeus as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I can see what you're trying to do. You're going to start gaslighting me again by putting up another video like that. What if I'm not the real Kim Dokja? What kind of protagonist do people want?"

"Do I still look like someone who would ruin their life by being surprised by such words?"

"I've grown. And I have no intention of dealing with you. I don't know about you, but."

All the littl Kim Dokjas sitting in the audience were looking this way, perhaps because they were enjoying the sight of us fighting.

I waved my hand lightly at them and said.

"I came to see my readers' faces."

I saw the kkoma Kim Dokja who poked her head out between the movie theater seats. The little girl with the unusually young face had a small name tag attached to her chest that was shaking.

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I know who that 'kkoma Kim Dokja' is.

"How have you been?"

Noh Jiyoon.

The daughter of Dansu ahjussi.

"I'll definitely save you, so don't worry."

As if she understood what I was saying, the kkoma Kim Dokja's eyes quickly became teary.

Asmodeus muttered incredulously.

"Isn't that so?"

I glared at the guy for a moment as if we were standing against each other.

Asmodeus whistled as he said that. Then, the theater lights turned brightly, and the kkoma Kim Dokjas whose eyes had been shining in the darkness all bowed their heads.

At Asmodeus’s signal, the kkoma Kim Dokja sitting next to him stood up with a tap on his small leg.

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A name tag I’ve never seen before. It seemed like he was the Kim Dokja who had been captured by Asmodeus recently.

With snow-white skin and eyes that shone like stars.

Just like all other Kim Dokjas, he had all the characteristics of a Kim Dokja.

However, the kkoma Kim Dokja was holding a book in his hands.

The moment I saw the title of the book, I got goosebumps.

It was someone I knew.

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