Translator: Wan ED/PR: Personal Ghost
43. Things which don’t change (5)
[Replay]
Future recorded[1] in a different dimension in a form of a game, reenacts the record through a dream. (Phase 1) [2]
There wasn’t just one or two bothering points about the explanation of the option ‘Replay’.
Among them, the most eye-catching was the similarity to the explanation of my Gwangrim ‘Player’s Trajectory’.
⟨Reading details of Gwangrim ‘Player’s Trajectory’.⟩
[Player’s Trajectory]
Future recorded in a different dimension in a form of a game, reenacts record of a dream.
One of the options of the skill ‘Suitable Other Dimension Future Modification’, which enables transcendent interference and information reading of the objects existing in this world.
The Gwangrim, which wasn’t a skill, ‘Player’s Trajectory’.
Excluding the last part, the two were pretty much the same.
Because of this similarity, the difference was even more glaring.
‘When I use Player’s Trajectory, I reenact Playable Character’s abilities through myself. Replay, in the dream… What does reenact mean here? And what is phase 1? Is it like level?’
I thought up to this point, but I was at a loss.
Because if Replay’s possibilities manifested through dreams, I, who didn’t dream, wouldn’t be able to use it.
‘Even so, I should try using it, right?’
I judged I wouldn’t be able to use it, but I decided to try out the new chess piece that came into my hands.
After selecting to use the function, one more shinning blue window opened with a ‘ping’ system sound.
In the window was a list of people marked as the ones I met after coming to this world.
Yu Sang-hun, who was the first to talk to me.
Son Mingi and Jang Namuk, who introduced themselves after him.
Kim Sinrok, who appeared in a dying state.
Baek Ho-gun, who appeared in the gym unlike in the game.
Jegal Jaegeol, who guided me to the hospital, and Hong Gyubin and Yu Sang-hui, who I met there.
The chairman’s secretary and Hwang-ho in Hwang Myeong-ho’s form, who I meet in the Silver Light (Eunhwi) building.
But I didn’t see the medical staff I met at the hospital or people of the Jinsu Middle School.
‘It seems only the characters I recognize as ‘appeared in the game’ are recorded in the order I met them.’
Though the names of Yu Sang-hun, Jang Namuk, Son Mingi and Kim Sinrok didn’t come out in the tutorial, and they died, they certainly appeared in the game.
Hong Gyubin and the secretary, who had a face as if she was wearing a mask, I recognized as appeared in the game, though their importance was minimal.
‘Let’s use it.’
The Replay description didn’t have a warning phrase like in the description of the communication’s skill, but I decided to use the Replay function on the bed in case I collapsed.
‘It says that the Replay reenacts the future in the game and the record, right?’
If so, I should choose the character, which I didn’t know very well.
The first target to be chosen to be used the Replay on was Hwang Jiho.
‘Supposing the Replay activates as it should, I would be able to find the clue to ‘how to kill Hwang Jiho’.’
All Hwang Jiho’s alter-egos were integrated in the item ‘Hwang-ho’.
When I was about to select Hwang-ho from the Replay’s list.
⟨Cannot be selected at the current phase.⟩
System message informing about an error came up.
Was there a limit of characters to choose from at the phase marked in the Replay explanation?
‘I don’t know the standards, but…’
At the end of my worries, I chose Yu Sang-hun who was on the very bottom.
⟨Selection completed.⟩
After that message, the window of character selection, which floated up under the Replay item, turned entirely gray, but nothing happened.
Even when I tried to select other characters again, not even an error message came up.
Did the function didn’t activate because I didn’t dream?
‘… There might be a usage when the phase rises!’
If the Exclusive Menu’s level raises, the phase of the Replay may raise and the possible functions I could use may increase.
In the end, I gave up considering the function right now and even today, I slept without dreams.
* * *
Recently, Yu Sang-hun trained basketball until late as he welcomed the summer break.
The Basketball Club advisor and exclusive coach were usually enthusiastic about guiding students, but with the break, it got even stronger.
The coaching staff was particularly strict about the training of the members selected as the representatives in the sport exchange with the Military School, which would be held during 2nd semester.
— There will be no other chance if you miss the first victory at the start of the exchange!
In the sports world, the title of the first year champion had a great meaning.
Even when the game vanishes, the title of the first year champion won’t change, and if you miss it, you won’t be able to obtain it again.
It wasn’t known for how long the sport exchange, started for the first time this year between the Eungwang School and the Military School, would continue.
But it was clear that the school, which won this year, would hold the champion school title for a few years.
— Sanghun-ah, we have great expectations for you!
— But even so, don’t overdo it. If you think you’re sick…
— I heard that your medical check results were perfect. Even so, if you think it’s too difficult, tell us straight away.
There were great expectations for Yu Sang-hun, who was chosen as a sole representative among the Basketball Club’s 1st years.
Yu Sang-hun was a 1st year, and he wasn’t that tall.
But every Basketball Club’s member and coaching staff unanimously agreed that Yu Sang-hun had to be a representative.
His ball spinning ability was falling behind, but Yu Sang-hun’s scoring ability, where he was able to stably shoot no matter where at court, was recognized by everyone.
And as response to such expectations, Yu Sang-hun also diligently trained every day.
‘Good rest and sleep are also training.’
With such a mindset, Yu Sang-hun washed and fell asleep straight away the moment he got home.
If it was usual, Yu Sang-hun would be in deep sleep until the moment it was time to go on the morning training.
But today was different.
In the dead of night, Yu Sang-hun staggered out of his room.
“… Are you sick?”
Yu Sang-hui, who had only a stand lamp turned on in the living room and was locked up in thoughts alone, made a surprised face.
It was because Yu Sang-hun, who these days was eating and sleeping so well it was disgusting, had almost a bloodless face.
“Should I use Gwangrim or a skill? … If you hate superpowers, do you want to go to a hospital?”
At Yu Sang-hui’s words, Yu Sang-hun shook his head.
Instead, he took out a 1.5L mineral water bottle from the refrigerator and started to gulp it down.
Seeing that, Yu Sang-hui frowned.
“Ah, wait! I told you not to drink directly, touching it with your mouth.”
“It’s fine, I’m going to drink all of it.”
Yu Sang-hun held a half-empty mineral water bottle and sat at the end of the sofa, far away from Yu Sang-hui.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“… I just can’t sleep.”
Yu Sang-hui closed all holograms, which she had opened.
Yu Sang-hun didn’t see the content, but even without seeing, he guessed it was because of the career problems.
Judging it wasn’t a problem he himself could interfere with, Yu Sang-hun didn’t press it any further.
It was Yu Sang-hui, who cut the silence, which continued for a while.
“Why aren’t you sleeping? Were you not sleeping?”
“No, I had a dog-shit dream and woke up.”
“What kind of dog-shit dream?”
“A dream about the entrance exam.”
At the words ‘entrance exam’, Yu Sang-hui frowned again.
“Did you have an insane dream about that fucker, who lost his brain, Son Mingi?”
“No. That fucker died in the dream.”
“Then it should be a good dream. Let’s buy a lottery ticket[3].”
While Yu Sang-hui checked the location of the lottery shop, Yu Sang-hun drunk all of the remaining water.
Yu Sang-hun, who crushed the mineral water bottle like a piece of paper, spoke:
“It wasn’t a good dream…. Jo Uisin wasn’t there.”
“Jo Uisin wasn’t there?”
Yu Sang-hun’s complexion was as pale as before.
“It wasn’t just Son Mingi fucker that died. In the dream, I, Jang Namuk and teacher Kim Sinrok-nim, who was a supervisor, all died.”
* * *
Morning I welcomed after a few days passed after I returned from Hwang Myeong-ho Mansion.
Early in the morning, I heard the news about the Newspaper Club and 2nd year class 0’s senior bastards coming back home.
Their last stop in their Eurasian travel log was England, and they, who finished their last plans in England, were said to take a direct flight and return at night.
[Mun Saeron] Until the return, the Newspaper Club ended up as winners of the confrontation with the 2nd year class 0’s senior-nims~! Hahaha! We’re tired, but it means we won!
It seemed that throughout the trip, since the game battle that unfolded in the Chengdu City, the 2nd year class 0 and Newspaper Club continued their strange confrontation.
According to Mun Saeron’s explanation, the Newspaper Club always won by a narrow margin, but… Did the Newspaper Club truly win?
It didn’t seem like they won, even though they won.
They won the strange confrontation, but the 2nd year class 0’s senior bastards, who left behind exhausted Newspaper Club’s members and played happily with Jegal Jageol were vivid in my eyes.
[Mun Saeron] Ah, right. We didn’t explain yet what happened in England.
Mun Saeron, who blabbed about an empty victory against the 2nd year class 0, summarized the incident in England.
The party, who headed to Oxford following Thames River, was swept up in an incident again.
Coincidentally, they witnessed the kidnapping of a teenage boy and girl, and turned to chase after them straight away.
After a short adventure of breaking through the otherworld filled with underground water hidden under the Thames River.
They arrived at the secret auction house.
In that secret auction house, the Newspaper Club party met with the Players of the Player’s Association England branch, and decided to cooperate with them to destroy the secret auction and rescue the kidnapped people.
[Mun Saeron] I knew that the England Association is a dog-shit mess, but it was more than I expected, sir![4] They say that the headquarters are going to shake them up again~!
The backers of that secret auction house were the very Player’s Association England branch’s executives.
The party, who fell for the Association’s England branch’s Players’ lies, faced a crisis.
Even though they wouldn’t be completely annihilated, they were in danger of a few people getting seriously hurt.
[Mun Saeron] At that moment, an unidentified hero appeared~!
[Mun Saeron] (photo)
Mun Saeron sent a picture of someone wearing a mask and dazzling traje de luces in the chatroom.
The Chaquetilla with a gold and silver thread embroidery on the red silk was very eye-grabbing.
It was clothing that seemed to reenact the meaning of traje de luces, translating to the ‘suit of light’, itself.
‘No way, it is…!’
My hands instinctively started to shrink.
In this world, it wasn’t an everyday person who could wear such a suit and stroll into the secret auction house.
As if driving a wedge to my prediction, Mun Saeron continued to send messages.
[Mun Saeron] The flashy hero, who self-proclaimed himself as ‘Phantom Thief’, put an end to the secret auction and disappeared coolly!
[Mun Saeron] He said many cool things about something, but I couldn’t understand him well because at that moment the surrounding was very noisy. It seems that he left behind the words ‘Let’s meet again, comrades!’ or something like that….
It seemed I was correct, the one who appeared there was my Playable Character.
Next year in the game, that Playable Character greatly and shortly shook the whole world, and then left the stage.
That character, who wandered everywhere, calling himself ‘Phantom Thief’, often spouted poisonously cringey lines, whose influence reached even beyond the screen.
‘… Even so, as expected from my Playable Character. He was active in the unseen places, huh!’
While I overcame the cringe and admired, Mun Saeron’s messages kept coming.
Among the messages, she said that because among the people they rescued was a child of the England’s royal family, they may receive an invitation to England some day.
It seemed that the child of the England’s royal family slipped the bodyguards and went shopping to mix among the public, and then got swept up.
‘They said that they didn’t know, but anyhow, they touched the England’s royal family, so… the England Association is going to be wiped again, huh?’
During the Manchester Great Otherworld Conquest, the England Association couldn’t help, because they poked the Jin people the wrong way and made them hostile, and were almost destroyed.
Not a long time ago, when the incident with the misunderstanding about Jared Lee’s connection to the Fantasy Controversy, it was the England Association, who caused an unnecessary misunderstanding because of their uncooperative attitude.
I hoped that this time they would be cleaned up properly.
“Uh, Uisih-ah!”
When I finished the morning training at the Wings Council Hall, and returned to the 1st year dormitory again.
I heard Seong Siwan’s voice.
At his side, Gye Idam, Bak Seung-hyeon and Mok Uram were standing.
“Hello.”
“Yeah, hi. You know Uram, right? When I asked Uram, he said you know each other.”
“Hello!” [5]
When Mok Uram discovered me, he greeted me politely with a bright face.
Maeng Hyodon was still training with Tak Geosan.
And Mok Uram just entered the dormitory, and was showing a friendly attitude towards me.
‘It’s the best time to ask about Unknown Fate.’
I had a feeling as if the fatigue accumulated through training disappeared in the instant.
*~*~*
[1] recorded — I’m really unsure if I should use recorded or engraved, because at this point of time, both meanings seem suitable.
[2] Phase — the stage or step, the phase in the process of something changing. It also seems to mean ‘trick seen through’?
[3] Let’s buy a lottery ticket — Yu Sang-hui means that a dream about Son Mingi dying should be treated as an auspicious dream, and so they should try their luck.
[4] I knew that the England Association is a dog-shit mess, but it was more than I expected, sir! — She used a polite tone. I suppose she’s acting like a commentator.
[5] Hello! — Mok Uram is still using a formal tone, even towards Jo Uisin.
Translator’s note: Yu Sang-hun, I’m with you. *drinks half of the water bottle when translating the replay part* Ahh… at least I have that traje de luces to distract me. Yes, yes, silver and gold, they also don’t change, huh?
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