“CAFFEINATED LOVE: THE LAST MANUSCRIPT – contrary to its title – is not a bitter story even with its lack of a happy ending. Yes, it’s sad. I think it’s the saddest kind of love. Thank you for understanding what everyone and I did not.” Gabrielle’s note on her first and last book signing event as a writer.

When I died I reincarnated in a wuxia world, but I didn't receive any god weapon or cheat cultivation manuscript but I received something much awesome........

Jeff, owner of the italian restaurant, discovered that for several days, Eric had changed. He was no longer distracted or in a daze, he became wholly spirited. When he entertained the guests he was no longer as awkward as before and he would also occasionally casually joke with them, Jeff even once saw him skillfully tease a thirty-year-old lady on her hippie accent, and get three times the average tip as a reward.
 
"Eric, did something happen recently, you seem very… different ?" During a break once, Jeff could finally not resist and asked. Regarding his old friend's child, he cared very much.
 
"Is it that obvious ?"  Eric asked, somewhat taken aback.
 
Jeff laughed: "It's written all over your face."
 
"It might be because I found a goal. You know people, once they have something they want to do, they'll become more driven."
 
"Oh, what goal ? Do you mind telling me ?"
 
"Of course not,"  Eric replied: "I have decided to become a director. I was writing my first script recently, it will be finished in two days."  (TL: Okay so I know it's confusing since he said scriptwriter in the previous chapter, he's basically talking about his ultimate goal, not the one he will start with. And the matter of the script is explained further down.)
 
"Become… a director ?"  Jeff was somewhat surprised, he subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to remind him to not aim too high at the beginning, but then he remembered that this child was still mourning his father and swallowed his words.
 
Despite his looks, Eric had maintained his middle-aged mind, so witnessing Jeff's reaction, he just smiled indifferently. After all, this was Hollywood, every year thousands of people came here from all over the world to pursue their dreams in the movie industry, but the successfull were few, so Jeff's reaction was to be expected.
 
"That… When you have finished writing your script,  you can show me. You have to know that in the past I also once wanted to be an actor, well my appearance was not what it is today,"  Jeff patted his large belly and continued: "In the past I was very handsome. I even played a small role in The Godfather, you know. Time flies."
 
Eric was somewhat stunned, he would have never thought that Jeff had such a past, but he quickly composed himself. This was Hollywood after all, in this world's largest movie factory, nothing was impossible. Stallone had even starred in The Italian Stallion. (TL: NSFW movie for those who don't know.)
 
"No problem, when the time comes you can help me by making comments." Eric replied so that Jeff would feel more at ease about this whole ordeal and he could also use external reader's point of view.
 
Although  Eric had already revised this 1988 script as much as possible, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no flaws. As an outsider, Jeff could better help him find loopholes.
 
The two of them chatted for a while. As several guests entered the dining room, Eric hastily went forward to greet them.
 
After a day of work, Eric quickly went home, had his supper in a hurry, and proceeded to busy himself with the Jurassic Park novel and script.
 
The Jurassic Park novel was basically done, and it was time for the final proofreading. Eric planned to send photocopies to several publishing houses tomorrow. For the script however,  he had only written the outline as there were still several points that needed to be worked on. Eric had it all planned out in his mind so he only needed two days to sort things out.
 
He left home the next morning at around 7:00 am, to make several Jurassic Park copies and mail them. He had noted down the addresses of some famous North American publishing houses ahead of time, even if these large-scale publishing houses rejected Eric's draft, he would not be disappointed. It must be known that North America had tens of thousands of large and small publishing houses alike, somebody would eventually take a liking to his novel. Although Jurassic Park once rushed to the New York Times bestseller list, it wasn't technically Eric's goal, what he wanted was to own the copyrights for the movie as well as the TV rights once the novel was published.
 
"Hello, what can I do for you ?" Just as he stepped into the printing shop, a somewhat thin black female clerk warmly welcomed him.
 
Eric pulled out the manuscript from his bag: "I would like to make a few copies of this."
 
As the black girl looked at the thick stack of paper, her eyes lit up slightly and the smile on her face grew brighter: "Sir, can I take a look ?"
 
"No problem." Eric handed over the manuscript.
 
The black girl did not pay attention to the content, but counted the number of pages: "There's more than 300 pages, but I'll count it as 300. A full copy of the manuscript would be 30 US dollars, how many copies would you like sir ?"
 
30 US dollars ! Eric's mouth twitched slightly, he sighed at how expensive that was. He only had a few hundred dollars left and that was after asking for his month's salary in advance.
 
After bargaining back and forth, they finally settled on the price of one hundred US dollars for four copies. Once the money was payed, the black girl politely gave Eric a cup of coffee, then took the manuscript and began copying.
 
Eric held his cup of coffee in a bored manner as he looked at the black girl operating the machine. It would probably be done in half an hour and wouldn't in the way of his waiting job. Although it only gets busy after 10 at the restaurant and even if he knew that Jeff would definitely not deduct his wages even if he was late, friendship was friendship, and work was work. Eric was aware that if he wanted to maintain his current relationship with Jeff, he shouldn't slack off.
 
About ten minutes later, the printing shop entrance darkened a little. Eric looked up and saw a brown-haired white man carrying a bag stepping into the shop.
 
The man was about 40 years old and one meter seventy in height. In spite of this, he appeared very sturdy, sported a brown stubble, had an aquiline nose and wore gold-rimmed eyeglasses. His forehead was slightly bald and his entire person was exuding a gentle feeling.
 
"Welcome sir, can you wait a minute ?"
 
The brown haired man gently nodded and politely greeted Eric as he sat down next to him. The black girl temporarily stopped the work at hand and quickly poured a cup of coffe to the newly arrived guest: "Sir, I will be done with the other customer in about ten minutes, please accept this coffee in the meantime."
 
The man thanked her as he received the cup. His eyes followed the black girl as she manipulated what seemed to be manuscript and his eyes moved slightly. There were only three people in the shop and he couldn't help but look at Eric.
 
"If I might be so bold as to ask, is that manuscript yours ?"
 
Eric nodded: "Yes, it's a novel I just finished. I'm making several copies."
 
"You look like a high-school student, it's really impressive for someone your age."
 
"Thank you, this is actually my first novel, so I don't have that much confidence."
 
"No, one must believe in one's self. … Would you mind me reading it ?" Saying that the brown-haired man pulled out a business card and gave it to Eric: "I have a small publishing house, you see."
 
Eric received the name card and took a look:
Michael Klaus, "The Night Elves" Publishing House Manager.
Eric's eyebrows jumped , thankfully it's not Michael Crichton. Eric couldn't help but scold the westerners' lack of creative names. He remembered that in Eric's high school, there were already two guys called Jake, and two girls called Jessica, and that was in his grade alone. If you considered the whole school, the students with the same name were many. Some didn't even bother giving their children a proper name, Robert Downey had only lazily added "Jr." next to his son's.
 
Anyway, letting the man look wouldn't do any harm so Eric gave him a freshly photocopied version. The opposite party received it and looked at the book's title: "Jurassic Park, very interesting name."
 
Eric faintly smiled but did not say anything. Michael Klaus also didn't comment any further and started to read. The more he read, the more Michael's casual look gradually became serious. Although he had just praised Eric, but taking his age into account, he didn't think that such a youngster could write anything worth mentioning. In his past business dealings, those best-selling authors were almost all men full of experience and their knowledge was as vast as the sea.
After quickly and carefully reading the manuscript in hand, Michael earnestly reorganized the somewhat scattered and in disordered pages as he looked at Eric. His eyes were full of surprise, excitement, and determination.
 
"Young man, can you tell me your name ?"
 
"Eric Williams." Eric wasn't a hypocritical person so he truthfully answered. With his past life experience, there was no way he wouldn't understand the change in Michael's expression. Although he didn't plan to give Jurassic Park to a small publishing house, but getting acquainted with Michael Klaus wouldn't do any harm. If Jurassic Park got rejected by these well-known publishing houses, he would at least have a backup plan.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

Rana rose at the time the roasters would have crowed in a village. He made himself nice and lofty breakfast with everything that was need, as he felt he would need a lot of energy and calmness after finishing the food he made himself some tea. To him making tea was something very meditative and as the gentle smell of the tea-leaves spread around in the kitchen his mind felt calm and relaxed.

He slowly drank letting his mind drift away from how this day would be one of these worst days one had, only once or twice a year at most. After finishing, he took his most stylish coat, he had actually picked out all of his best stuff. As he left his flat, people looking at him would probably think that he was a model, maybe a designer, actually he was quite the handsome man, it was just that he usually slacked of on his appearance and it would not be very apparent. Rana wanted to do this with style.

Even thought he had taken his time, he was on his way early. The tramway being still completely empty, after getting out, he went to the office building he worked in. He looked at it reluctantly, he had a lot a few memories here. Nothing very significant, but he had been working here for a few years now.

Felling a bit nostalgic, he gave himself an inner nudge. He walked in but instead of taking the lift to the floor on which he had his office, he took it straight to the top. This was where the Managers and Big Bosses of the company he worked for had their offices.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped out. The place seemed to be completely empty but for the receptionist. Everyone joked that this beauty, that she was living here. Their bosses had actually hired her as a trophy secretary, to please the eye. They actually did not know that she was the one that made the whole place work a clockwork, as such they did not show her more value than her beauty, nonetheless they had hired her for a salary that was no less than that of a top manager, that was why she had never complained.

Those employees like Rana, who could see past the beautiful front, knew that she was the real boss around here. As he walked up to the front desk, she looked at him with calm eyes not showing the faintest of trace of what she might be thinking. "Good Morning, Mister Gerison, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here today?"

Rana did not know if it was his imagination, but he felt as if there was a slightly ironic undertone in her voice, at the same time he could feel a huge pressure coming down onto him. Rana answered unfazed "Good morning, I am here to see Mister Geraltson, is he already in?"

"No, he hasn't come in yet. You can go over to his office, he should come in any minute. I will tell him that you are here." She quickly answered and went back to what she had been doing, completely ignoring his presence.

So Rana walked to the office of the chief of his Department and also off the owners of the company. On the way he looked at the Pictures hanging on the walls. It was a funny mix of Paintings and Photographs from all kind of epochs. There was even a piece of Papyrus hanging there in a corner. Last time he passed here, he had felt extremely intimidated but now he was just happily strolling along.

As he arrived in the office, he went in at sat down in one those of the big leather seats, bosses always had in their offices enjoying the view of the city. It was quite nice to look at there were almost no high buildings but most of it was old red brick buildings with dark blue roofs. As one looked further out one could distinguish some fields and forests far away. He then turned is head to look around the office. Taking note of smells had become an instinct for Rana. It seemed as if his boss was quite fond of having affairs in his office. As his gaze moved around, his sense of smell could tell him things that had happened around here. 'Interesting' Rana thought.

Rana got bored so went to the big oaken Bookshelf and started going browsing through the collection. Most of the books were old tomes that should have been sitting in a museum. As he went on, a particular Book Title caught his eye, it had written in thin faded but still with slightly golden shimmering Letters 「Theorie and discussion of Energy cultivation of the body and mind from around the world」. Rana took the manuscript out of the shelf, it a nice book covered in a thick leather surprisingly light way lighter than it looked. Sitting back down into the settle he opened the book and started reading it. The book was written similarly to a research publication, it seemed like it introduced the principles of the practise of energy circulation from around the world discussing their advantages and disadvantage. He didn't get far when he heard that someone was coming and lay the book aside.

He was mentally getting ready on how to tell his boss that he would be quitting his work. But then a malicious idea flashed through his mind. Why should he quit? He should try to get some advantages and start his revenge instead. What did he have to lose he was going to quit any ways?

So Rana made up his mind and changed his plans last minute. He made himself comfortable in settle and sitting loftily in it as if this was his office. As Mister Geraltson came into the room, he had anger written all over his face. As he saw Rana sitting there like royalty in his office, he started to look more like a raging bull. "Please sit!" Rana said, in an imperial tone of voice.

The ragging bull seemed to start fuming, "I am not going to let you tell me what do in my office." the man responded with a voice that was way too strong and loud.

"Well I will go straight to the point then. You will have to fire me today."

His boss seemed to be about to explode, "First you absent, for a whole week and then you dare come here, into my office and tell me that I will have to fire you? Are you kidding? I fired you before, you even came to work today!"

"Well" Rana responded with the calmest voice in the world, "I don't think you can afford to lose an employee like me. First of you will take months before finding somebody to replace me, and even if you replaced me you do not know how long it will take for the one to replace me to work himself in without my help. How much money do you think your company will lose because of that?" Rana paused for a moment her to let it settle in a bit,
"Secondly, I would sue you for unlawful bouncing, and I am quite confident to win. And lastly but not least, I do not think that your wife would want to find out about all your cheating".

Hearing this his boss forcefully calmed himself down, this was very hard looking and the mocking smile Rana had put on.

Seeing that his boss was not responding, he continued on "Also you are going to triple my salary and I will only have to work half the time and allowed to work from my home or wherever I see as deemed fit. Oh and please send me the digital scan of that manuscript." He pointed at the book he had just put aside.

Then, as he left the room, as if he was a general who had won a fierce battle, he added "Oh and you better fire Becky Frieddottir instead, that daughter of an ugly goat is selling out company secrets. She has probably started covering her tracks but if you dig a bit deeper than usual you are going to find proof."

Mister Geraltson chuckle when Rana had left the room, "What a cunning young man" he smiled, he actually quite liked it when young men had this kind of forceful attitude. And he knew that Rana was right, but he felt like he had taken a huge loss, this would be hard to explain to the other co-owners. They could survive severing Rana off, it would be a huge hit to the company though. Also, the lawsuit would be very bad press for them. All that was actually enough reason not to fire Rana, and give him a slight raise since he demanded it. But not this much, Rana working less would not be a problem because what they needed him for could also be done in half the work time, he would just get less extra tasks. But tripling his salary was the hard part to swallow. The threat about his cheating had set the nail, also the information about selling secrete was like the cherry on the cake, if it was true this information was worth a lot to them. Of course this would not have worked without Rana showing this much confidence. He called the front desk and told them to settle everything, he even decided to give him a bonus.

Luckily on the way out he did not meet the hateful Becky as he would have ripped her apart, the way he had done it with the weird horse at night as a wolf. He walked out of the work building as if he owned it and felt great. He decided to go take a walk to the restaurant he had been last time with his colleague to celebrate his large victory. As he was eating slowly the godly egg fried rice, he thought about how to carry on his revenge now that Becky would lose her job, and he had more time on his hands.

One night, you wake up and you are a wolf or is it just a dream? 

The next you start experiencing weird changes.

What the heck is going on?

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."⸥
- ….But, author-nim??
Kim Dok-Ja, 16 years old. 17, 18.
He'd consume this story and grow older, and eventually, become the 'Most Ancient Dream'. Despite knowing that fact, Han Su-Yeong still enjoyed this time period. A world of a pure-white snowfield where letters were wandering around freely. Above this world existed Kim Dok-Ja, and so did Han Su-Yeong.
- Author-nim. I was wondering if Jung-Hyeok-ee is suffering way too much lately...
Sometimes, she'd put Yu Jung-Hyeok through the wringer. It only happened because of her desire to realistically copy and paste the story she already knew. While writing the novel in this manner, she'd fall into a pit of confusion every now and then.
Did this event really happen in the past?
Couldn't it be more like, it happened because I wrote this?
Whatever the truth was, she still gave it her all. She took pride in her work. But at the same time, she had to admit that it was impossible for her to completely rule over her own work.
⸢With a pair of seething, boiling eyes, Yu Jung-Hyeok glared up into the heavens.⸥
Sometime in the future, Yu Jung-Hyeok created by the tips of her hands would meet that Kim Dok-Ja for real. Just thinking about that event nearly made her go crazy from time to time.
- Unprecedented hit novel! ⸢⸢SSSSS-grade Infinite Regressor⸥⸥!
Around that time, the 'daytime ego' began working as an author in earnest, as well. Of course, she had stolen the nighttime Han Su-Yeong's talents wholesale, so there was no way that her novel would fail. Not only that, the 'daytime ego' even went to the trouble of creating an anonymous account to leave behind a toxic comment on the 'Ways of Survival', too.
- I'm really worried about the life of the dear author-nim actually writing this junk.
….What was even more flabbergast-inducing was Kim Dok-Ja's DM.
- Author-nim! Do know about the novel called SSSSS-grade Infinite Regressor? That novel's setting is exactly the same as the Ways of...
Han Su-Yeong smirked and began typing her reply. She thought, right, the dude writing a DM like this accused me of being a plagiarist during the 1863rd turn, did you?
- I'm happy that my viewcount has gone up thanks to the exposure, actually.
When she was finished typing the reply, the faint rays of the daybreak had cast onto the world outside the window. Starting from a while ago, she didn't feel refreshed even after waking up. She'd often use up all of her allotted time on writing the novel, and there were times when she couldn't endure the fatigue anymore and fall asleep despite the self-regulated activity period not having ended yet.
To make matters worse, her memories were gradually deteriorating, as well.
Information she heard from Yu Jung-Hyeok, and received from Kim Dok-Ja – she couldn't recall them well. Things that happened back in the 1863rd turn were getting blurrier. And also...

[Your Fable is being consumed.]

Even the length of her self-regulated activity period was decreasing gradually.

*

The time continued to tick by, and Han Su-Yeong continued to write almost every day.
At times, she couldn't wake up and ended up wasting an entire day. And due to the worsening fatigue, the number of days she couldn't read Kim Dok-Ja's comments increased as well.
- Author-nim. I'll be joining the military the day after tomorrow. Looks like I'll be sent to the frontlines.
- It's Kim Dok-Ja. I'm here at Yanggu.
- Jung-Hyeok-ah... I wonder, have you ever shovelled snow before?
20 years old, 21, 22...
371st turn, 621st, 972nd...
As Yu Jung-Hyeok's regression turn numbers grew higher, so did Kim Dok-Ja's age. Kim Dok-Ja feeding on Yu Jung-Hyeok's tragedy became a high school student, then a university student and eventually, a soldier.
Han Su-Yeong observed the growth of such a man.
Her free time decreased even more as the 'daytime ego', now an adult herself, began staying up during the dawn as well. As the time to polish up the novel gradually dissipated, the Dokkaebi King's role also naturally grew much more substantial.
"Please don't worry. I shall fix all the errors," said the Dokkaebi King.
"Do you even know anything about grammar?"
"Yes, I do. I'm planning to earn my living that way. A publisher was looking for a part-time proofreader, so I confidently applied for the position."
This guy still came across as somewhat unreliable, but she couldn't get anyone else to help her, anyway. She definitely couldn't get the help from the 'daytime ego', for instance. A lot of her strength had been exhausted and her forgetfulness had worsened greatly in recent times so it took a lot out of her just to post a reply to Kim Dok-Ja's comments.
⸢And just like that, a few more years went by like fleeting magic.⸥
While writing that sentence, Han Su-Yeong thought that her life wasn't all that different from Yu Jung-Hyeok's, in some ways.
Sometimes, a life really did get omitted like this. However, that didn't mean a life omitted as such left nothing of itself behind, either. That's what she thought while staring at the novel numbering over 3000 chapters currently compiled before her eyes.
On a certain day before the completion, Han Su-Yeong opened up the platform's chat window in order to write a comment as usual.
- Please don't give up, dear reader-nim.
….Did I post a comment like this before?
Initially, she figured this was a result of her typing some random things while half-submerged in drowsiness. However, there was more than one post that she couldn't remember ever posting here.
- To answer your question...
Just when did she post such replies before? No matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't recall. Not only that, the timestamps of the posts were weird, as well.
- Actually, rather than a mistake in the setting, it's...
Han Su-Yeong summoned the Dokkaebi King right away. When she did, the creature wearing a fedora appeared from the thin air accompanied by the 'Tsu-chuchut!' noise.
She asked. "Did you write this?"
"Yes."
"On whose authority?"
"I sincerely apologise for not getting your permission beforehand. You seemed very tired lately."
Han Su-Yeong quietly stared at the Dokkaebi King.
This creature came to this world searching for its 'god'. And it now knew who its creator was.
"Just what are you aiming for?"
"I am merely a 'storyteller'. And as it is with every storyteller, I love to tell a great epic. The world you have created, of course."
"There is only one reader of this story, though."
"Do you really believe so?"
She narrowed her eyes and shot back. "I already know what you're scheming, okay? You're planning to turn my novel into a 'paid service', aren't you?"
Ever since arriving in this world, she constantly thought about 'that day'.
The novel she wrote would become the 'scenario' that would go on to destroy this universe. However, who would dare to do something so horrifying like that? The answer was quite simple when she thought about it.
There was only one existence capable of doing something like that in this world-line, after all.
"You brought me here for that very purpose, didn't you?"
"I won't deny that. Even though it hadn't been long since I realised what my true role was."
Faint sparks were dancing all over the Dokkaebi King's body. That was the evidence of the system's Probability growing stronger. Also, it meant that this Dokkaebi was gradually regaining the power of the King of the storytellers.
Han Su-Yeong stared at the dancing sparks before speaking up. "....So, then. The apocalypse will really begin, is that it?"
"Yes."
"Honestly, I don't get it at all. You know the chronological sequence doesn't make sense, either."
"....The chronological sequence?"
"The only reason why I can write this is because Yu Jung-Hyeok will live his life in the future, and Kim Dok-Ja had read the novel. But for me to write a novel that Kim Dok-Ja will read, that's...."
"....The time paradox. That's what humans call this. However, there are universes that do operate on that principle. A universe where the future is written before the past, and the cause is created for the purpose of the end result. I'm sure you're already familiar with such a universe?"
Han Su-Yeong frowned as if to ask, what on earth are you talking about?
The Dokkaebi King grinned and lightly tapped the computer monitor. "Aren't you currently writing one?"
The stray thoughts and fragments of letters she had thrown around could be found in there.
Countless scenes existing outside the time itself, outside the world, waiting to be connected as one. Some scenes became futures despite being written earlier, while some scenes, despite being written later, became the past. Han Su-Yeong's eyes trembled. ".....Are you saying this whole universe is just a novel?"
"If I am to compare it, then yes, something like that."
The letters within the screen seemed to ripple. Letters wishing to be loved by someone were flowing outside the monitor after forming pairs and groups with each other.
Sentences, that sparkled like the stars.
Some sentences willingly became the darkness for other sentences, while a certain sentence became light only through those dark words. Some sentences existed for the next sentence, while the next sentence gained its meaning because the first sentence existed.
"There is no 'before and after' in this universe. And that is precisely the reason why the 'First World-line' is being completed very last." Within this giant, endlessly connecting chain, the Dokkaebi King was smiling rapturously. "The universe was created just now, but at the same time, it has existed for the past billions of years, as well. And a certain beginning only appears after the apocalypse has commenced."
Sentences cascaded like a meteor shower.
<Star Stream> was singing towards its god.
Because Han Su-Yeong wrote the Ways of Survival, Kim Dok-Ja got to read it.
Because Kim Dok-Ja read the Ways of Survival, Yu Jung-Hyeok began his regression.
Because Yu Jung-Hyeok began his regression, Han Su-Yeong was able to write the 'Ways of Survival.'
She might have written them, but these words were completed only after leaving her hands.
⸢The story that would save someone, destroy, and help him live.⸥
Han Su-Yeong stared at the horrifying trajectory drawn out by those words and became acutely aware of the fact that she had been thrown into this neverending cycle.
She might be the author responsible for creating this world, but she was also a powerless god. A god that couldn't even save a single reader. A god who was simply a part of this vast, boundless story.

[<Star Stream> is smiling in your direction.]

"Now, behold. Isn't this a truly perfect story?"


<Epilogue 3. Author's words (3)> Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

POV Narrator
There was a teen who belived he born was at the wrong time.  He wished he was  in a world with swords and magic, but alas he was on earth.  Where life was simpler and much calmer.  This boys name was bill.  He lived an ordinary life.  In the small town he lived in nothing ever happened. nothing ever changed, but bill wanted to have exitment in his life. 
Sadly life is short, the day he graduating high school.  Something strange happened, he was just sitting there in first row seat 25 in the gym at his school.  Then out of now where a huge steaming hot hamburger hit him on the top of his head and he died.
How did this hambuger kill him you ask.  Well when anything picks up enough speed it can kill some one.  This buger just happened to be going at just the right speed.  It was still together when it was falling, but fast enough to kill bill.
well after it hit bill the burger disappeared.  No one ever figured out what happened exept four people me, you, god, and bill.
Now we go to where god is to see how it happened.
There is an old man with white hair and a long white bear.  Wait a sec is that gandolf the grey???  No wait he has white not grey.
"I can hear you, you know!!!!" said god to the Narrator.  
[Ohhh wait thats me!!!  sorry god i meant no harm i was just describing you sorry.]
"Damn young one telling me i look old and like I've never had any fun(a sage anyone)"  god wispered.  As he wispered that his luch he was holding fell from his hands.  
[Wait doesen't that mean i killed the MC!!!  Shoot overseer Josiah please don't touch my salary i'm sorry!!!!]
'Your salary will be halfed this month' a voiced boomed.  
i screamed [NNNNOOOO!!!!!]
'And you will be reassigned to a diffrent story'  Josiah boomed.
Poof and the narrators gone
'Sorry for the inconvenience reader the story may continue now'
END CHAPTER 0

Its about a guy was called bill died and to be reincarnated into a word with something that can destroy the fabic of reality, but fkrst grinding

It was a pleasant evening today, the environment is new to me yet the surroundings are astonishing. I was seating on a bench beside the road, The please is more like an open park. The sunset over the river edge is giving a peaceful sensation to me. The vehicles are moving from back and a blowing wind coming forth. It is a relaxing please for a normal person's but to me it was different today .I lost my one and only hope in the morning. There is no place for me now. Still I don't know whether to cry or not but as you know adults don't cry even if the situation is worst of all. People aim for the best of their knowledge to achieve their dream but the circumstances won't let them do it. There are some people in my life who deliberately insulted me and tried to make me down but I didn't pay any attention to them. The reason I neglected them because, I was focusing on my dream. I had tried.., tried... tried again and again to be a better Artist but nothing happened in the end .my work, projects and presentations are turned down by different organizations. Now I ended up being in a different country yet the same thing happened here too. if I have to begin with, my story has started five days ago...

              Today I woke up early in the morning to complete the new art book. I had struggled more than enough to complete this one. It took me more than two years to complete but I don't know how the publisher will react to this. Holding up the thoughts I had started drawing and writing the manuscript.

             My name is Shiva, 24 years old graduated student.i had completed my degree in designing and animation. Most of the time I used draw whatever I like. Form the day of childhood to adulthood there are plenty of things I had learned about drawing. Since I'm an orphan, I used to live in a single room with enough furniture. After completing the education, I had started working from home. While I had created more than twenty stories for publishing, but guess what all of them turned down one after another. Not only in my region but also different countries had rejected my work without any valid reason. But I had never lost my hope. I continued doing illustrations for the next three years. This book is my final one, if the book didn't recognized then it is the last one I'm drawing. 

               After finishing what I had started, I made call to the publisher for a appoint and it was a success. Freshened up fastly, locked the door, catched a public bus, dropped at the destination. It was all happened in a sequence of steps. My hands are still shaking not from the cold atmosphere but from the tension whether the book is accepted or rejected. As you know some fates can never be changed no matter how much you try. The same thing happened again. My book was rejected even before looking at the cover page.  I thought this is the end for a person who undeniably tried to become an artist. My foot is crumbling to make next step out. Out of nowhere, an Email had popped up on the window of my mobile phone. It was the response to a book that I had drawn one year ago. 

           I was shocked more like frozen in that instant just after looking at the message. The message had stated the people in their organization are looking forward to cope up with me and also they will appoint me as a full time illustrator. There is also information mentioning to submit the details in their country. I don't know when I had submitted my material to Japanese organization but currently going to Japan is a big thing to me. Its not about the legal formalities. Once I had step my foot on Japan then I had to spend rest my live there only. I was thinking what to do, neither to accept nor to reject. I came back to the room; I was thinking same the entire day. Meanwhile my friend arjun called me. I met him one day at workshop and he attached to me so much. He is an employee in finance organization and a hard worker compared to me. If you believe in true friends then he is the one for me. We discussed about the message a lot during the night while having the dinner outside. After completing the food arjun suggested me an advice. Shiva let me tell you one thing after this it's up you to decide. When I first joined the finance company I thought of having a good salary and benefits but even after five years of experience nothing has changed. Today you got an opportunity for your hard work and dedication. If the money is your concern then don't worry I can arrange it for you. If you lost this chance who knows what might happen next?
     
                   I got a clear cut meaning of what he said. The following day I went to the airport, arjun had taken care of the travelling expenses. He also arranged a room for me to stay. It was near to the organization that I'm going visit. He introduced one of his friends who are currently living in Japan. Arjun had done some much for me but I don't know how to thank him so I promised one thing. Next time we meet our fate will be different. By giving a send-off he left the airport. The journey was long lasted. I was in the dilemma of what should I had to do next. I don't know Japanese language, their traditions and culture etc., how can I manage all of these things? 
                     The flight was landed at Last. I thought of finding the address in this country is difficult but luckily arjun friend Kanna came to the airport to receive me. He is a nice person just like arjun. We roamed around the city for a while. He taught different kinds of things about how to behave. In the evening time he dropped me at the apartment and went to home early. He was married person; he had shown me his daughter picture. She was beautiful like an anime character. He also said about visiting his home on the following day to celebrate the occasion of new post. 

                The current room was same as before, there is no change at all.  The things had happened one after another as a flow of river. I couldn't be to sleep at night since I had high expectations for tomorrow. At last the day has come, I went to the art company by holding the manuscript in the hands. I was nervous; the people are looking at me just like a foreigner. Walking step by step I went inside the office. As I said before some people fate never be changed. I was shocked, more like a dead person by hearing those words. 

                  They claimed the message was true but mistakenly sended to me. I was frozen like a statue not speaking anything. The manager of the organization had apologized to me for causing the unexpected trouble. He also mentioned I was   willing to pay all of you travelling expenses.  What can I reply them, should I say you people are playing with me or it's always happens to me. I came out of the building without uttering a single word. After walking a distance with heartbroken attitude unknowingly I had stopped at the bridge hearing the waves. With a sudden anger thrown the manuscript into the river and shouted just like a mad dog. My knowledge, creativity and experience everything rejected without testing their performance. I'm vowing now, from today onwards art is the only thing I hate in my life forever.

            What I know is different from the reality and the reality always rejected me. May be seating on this chair and watching the sunset is the best thing for now. I don't know whether you believe it or not but the bad things happen on the worst moments. This time is I got a call from arjun. Speaking with him at this time gives a Console feeling but how can I reply him after he had everything to me. I was talking to myself in English, should I pick up or hang up. I was shouting different kinds of words about our friendship. The people are looking at me as crazy person but I didn't notice them. When the call dropped itself one woman came to me. I looked up to check who it is. Her appearance was like a job holder. But who is she? Why did she come here? Am I troubling her? My brain is filled with several questions. The woman was younger and beautiful, she is somewhat different compared to others. Suddenly the phone started ringing again... Im completely diverted the subject because of her presence. While I was wondering about the call she said a word which stroked through my heart. Those are "if you have any trouble tell me, I'm right here to help you"....

when a man who lost everything in his life went to a different country for one last opportunity but he failed again. unexpectedly a woman entered into his life and his life turns into unexpected journey. who is that woman? why did she entered the author's life ? after the incident, the story takes place in different events. finally what happens next in the story is really a mystery...

The next day, Lu Zhou ended his research retreat and went to his office at Princeton Institute for Advanced Study.
As usual, his students were there.
When they saw Lu Zhou in front of the office door, they were all surprised.
Vera was the first to speak.
Her little mouth opened, and she said in an astonished tone, "Professor, your retreat is over?"
"I guess so…" Lu Zhou looked at Vera before he looked at Hardy, and he could tell everyone was surprised. 
He then asked, "Why are you guys looking at me like this?"
Jerick murmured, "Because if you come out of the house, it means you've succeeded…"
Wei Wen said, "Which means you've solved the Millennium Prize Problem?"
"Nope, but I have made some in-progress results." Lu Zhou paused for a second before he continued, "But I'm not here to talk about that, I'm here to talk about the Collatz conjecture."
Qin Yue asked, "Annual Mathematics replied?"
"Yes, your thesis was brilliant and Professor Peter Sarnak, who was your reviewer, had a high evaluation of your thesis." Lu Zhou smiled as he continued, "Your thesis will be in the next issue of Annual Mathematics."
When Vera heard that the reviewer was Peter Sarnak, she had a surprised look on her face.
Professor Sarnak was one of the leaders of modern number theory. They had obviously heard of him before.
Not just that, but this big name was also one of the editors at Annual Mathematics. In addition, he was also one of the six reviewers of Lu Zhou's thesis on Goldbach's conjecture.
Lu Zhou paused for a moment before he continued, "As I said, the Collatz conjecture is your graduation thesis. I originally only expect you to make a little progress on the conjecture, and I really didn't expect you guys to solve the entire conjecture. I have to say, your performance really impressed me."
Qin Yue smiled and said, "It's mainly thanks to the mathematics tools that you provided. We couldn't have done it on our own."
Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "Tools still require a smart person to apply them. You guys are talented, so you don't have to be humble. I hope you guys can continue down the number theory path and achieve greatness in the additive number theory field."
He adjusted his demeanor and continued, "You guys have now officially graduated!"
Clap clap clap…
The office was filled with applause with Jerick and Wei Wen clapping the loudest.
Especially Wei Wen, he was looking jealously at Qin Yue.
Being able to publish a thesis on Annual Mathematics for the proof of the Collatz conjecture…
It was no exaggeration to say that Qin Yue's name would appear in the Thousand People Initiative.
Whether Qin Yue wanted to stay overseas or return to China, there would be various academic institutions that would offer him a salary he couldn't refuse.
Lu Zhou paused for a second. As he looked at his three students, he said, "I want to hear about your plans for the future."
Whether his students wanted to keep researching or go work at another university, Lu Zhou would do anything he could to help.
For example, he could write letters of recommendation.
In academia, having a recommendation letter from a well-known scholar could be the deciding factor in an interview. Even if the interviewee didn't perform well, his application would be taken seriously…
Hardy smiled and said, "Professor, if you want, I wish to continue studying under you."
Lu Zhou replied, "Why wouldn't I want that? I certainly welcome you guys to study a PhD under me."
Although Hardy was a bit naughty sometimes, his strength was still ok.
Anyone that could study a master's in mathematics at Princeton was talented in their own respective fields of study. There were only "talented" and "extremely talented" students at Princeton.
Vera already told Lu Zhou her plans last year. She had even given Lu Zhou the application form. Qin Yue also planned to continue his studies at Princeton.
All three of his students planned on furthering their studies. Lu Zhou's research team at Princeton would soon consist of a postdoc computational materials fellow, three PhD students, and two master's students.
As for whether or not Lu Zhou wanted more students…
This depended on whether there were any new talents that could attract his interest.
After Lu Zhou finished dealing with his students, he made plans with Professor Fefferman to meet up.
He had a lot of research results to exchange with his partner…
…
A conference room at the Institute for Advanced Study.
Professor Fefferman read Lu Zhou's manuscript and rubbed his chin.
"Differential manifold… Seems interesting."
Compared to the abstract proof method, using a differential manifold to research the Navier–Stokes equation was undoubtedly a novel idea. Using a topology method seemed to be feasible.
However, Professor Fefferman had never done any research in this area. Therefore, he couldn't give Lu Zhou a definitive answer.
Professor Fefferman read the manuscript in its entirety before he asked, "How did you think of it?"
Lu Zhou said, "I was inspired when I was running around Lake Carnegie."
Surprised, Professor Fefferman looked at Lu Zhou before he said, "That's surprising… I'll have to go there more often in the future."
Lu Zhou diverted the conversation by asking, "What do you think about this method?"
"I don't know, I have to admit that this is an interesting idea. But I still prefer the abstract proof method." 
Professor Fefferman sighed and picked up a piece of chalk. He spoke while he was writing on the blackboard, "Over the past month, I have tried to improve the bilinear operator B'. This construct is very close to the Euler linear operator B in μ(t)."
[μ(t)=e^(t△)·μ0+∫e^(t-t')△B(μ(t'), μ(t'))dt']
 […]
The calculation process was very similar to that of more than a month ago, and the calculus framework was still the same.
The only difference was the construction of the B' bilinear operator with respect to the obsolete <B'(μ, μ), μ>=0. Professor Fefferman used a very sophisticated method which made the B' operator very close to the original B'.
However…
Lu Zhou felt like something was missing.
He thought back to more than a month ago, and he suddenly frowned when he felt that the calculations looked unnatural.
Lu Zhou stared at the blackboard for a long time before he finally spoke.
"I think I know what the problem is…"


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

Being the calm protagonist he was, Kiyo decided to wait until he had the time to uncover his ability 
Although he played a lot of games, he only played them after his job.

He immediately got ready for his job and rode his bicycle to an internet cafe, the cafe was named "Internet Haven " since he was doing a part-time job his salary wasn't much only 5000 credit . The cafe had a very attractive outlook with a really fancy board with LED's, unlike other cafe this one usually  had a high amount of customers.

The parking lot was usually full but luckily the cafe had separate space for emplyees , as he was about to park his bike on a spot only 3 spaces from the end , a cark honked and immediately took the space Kiyo was about to park in ,"Watch where you're going IDIOT!" said the man in the car

That was his colleague ,Jeff . Bullying and belittling Kiyo every chance he got , the guy would never let Kiyo live peacefully.

Kiyo tolerated it, he knew hotheadedness would only get him fired since Jeff was the owner's kid.
Dejectedly he parked on the cornermost spot possible and then began walking behind Jeff to the cafe. 

On arriving at the cafe one could see many High tech computers lined up , one should know that the cafe had a total of 300 computers . On the top left  corner arcade games like Pac-Women , Street Brawler . On the top right corner ,one could see 2 air hockey tables , 3 table tennis tables and 2 snooker tables . At the right of the entry were a total of 4 cahiers ,  2 for the computers and other two for arcade games , on the left side was the redeem point where one could redeem their coins for stuff toys and other goodies As well a foodcourt with chains like pizza house , KFnot, and Burger Queen. Ofcourse Internet Haven was so large, it boasted an area of 1 acre which is about the size of an american football field.

As for our dear Kiyo his job was to keep the computers working making sure that none of them malfunctioned it was a tough job but Kiyo thought of it as experience since he wanted to be a software/hardware engineer.

Kiyo was an orphan from birth , he did not get the best study possible but he thought it was enough to make it to the top university, he thought incorrectly . He was so confident that he didnt even choose a backup college but even so what could he do with a degree from 2nd grade college, there are millions if not 10's of million of people with a degree from a 2nd grade college . Desperate for jobs they would work at a low wage . In this fierce competition Kiyo could not compete in he had lost all his hopes but now he had this mysterious ability !

As soon as he walked in the staff started shouting at him ,"Mouse not working at computer #34 on aisle 4 " said colleague with a heavy mustache but short height

"keyboard not working at computer #199 at aisle 20 "  said a woman with an average face and built

"disc reader not working at computer #69", said a perverted old man.

"Aye aye I am on it " said Kiyo

He immediately started working on these problems and fixed them quickly now only the disc problem remained, he removed the disc from the faulty reader carefully

*Ding*  
"100 fancy positions , Learn? Time Taken : 10 mins".said  a mechanical voice 
"Jee that perverteed man !, haiii? ",said Kiyo
Immediately his memory started recalling the awesome abilities that come with a system
he previously thought that what he had was an ability but now he was sure it is a system!
"Learn"
Kiyo blacked out sitting on his chair with head between his arms he looked like he was sleeping.Luckily no one saw him .

After 10 mins 
"That dirty old geezer gotta get him banned from here!"

"

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