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Episode 167: The Core of Darkness (2)

beep-

A sound indicating that printing is complete. At the moment of the high beep sound, Shin Kyung-seung got up from his seat and approached the print.

even.

“It’s hot.”

I grabbed the print that just came out and started reading it slowly.

OK.

[My fellow citizens. I have committed a very great sin over the past year. For the past 30 years, I have been betrayed by the tyranny of literary power... ]

reflection on the past.

[…] Today, we would like to reveal the reality of the paragraph and the publishing market, which is dotted with the gathering of publishers such as K writers, B writers, Y writers, and company M, company C, and company G. First, in the case of writer K… ]

A sniper against writers and publishers within a paragraph.

and.

[…] This burning protest of mine is but the cry of my soul! So, folks. Please summon me to the courtroom to investigate under the blue sky!]

Until the last cry of boiling blood. An article that feels like the spirit of the past 30 years came into his eyes.

“Well written. Heh heh, it’s a famous pen. It’s a famous pen.”

Shin Kyung-seung nodded his head with a satisfied smile on his lips.

It was because he was so well-written that he was admirable, even though he had written it himself.

‘Even if you ask me to use it again, I can’t use it enough?’

He slowly returned to the computer with a smile on his face.

OK.

[Comment: Writer Shin Seung-seung! I've read everything from to to , your debut work!]

[Comment: Me too! It feels like every sentence is really hitting the head with an ax!]

[Comment: I also ordered all of your books this time! Fighting!]

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A huge number of comments under the article he first posted caught my eye.

"haha. People are very diligent.”

With a deep smile, he started replying to the comments people had only made.

Click-click-

It's been 30 years since Shin Seung-seung made his debut.

Even when he made his first debut, he had a blood-boiling aspiration. But year after year, as time went by, as his head grew more and more hard, the aspirations within him grew smaller and smaller to keep pace with him.

And then what took its place… … .

'Long bath'

There were only terrible emotions such as the desire to be recognized for one's place, jealousy toward the young, dissatisfaction with society, and greed for money.

Therefore, novels were always behind the scenes, and literature had no meaning for him more than a tool to sustain his life.

However.

“Would you like to write another novel? It's a big story. Do you think it will be used a lot?”

I used to think that it would be good to try writing a novel again these days.

Now, the time has come for people to love me, no need to worry about losing my place anymore, worrying about whether other writers will criticize me, or worrying that my writing might not be sold even though I wrote it hard.

‘When the time comes, I will go to a quiet place and write.’

what if there is a problem

[First of all, let me tell you how absurd Shin Seung-seung’s revelations are… ]

[The basis of this case is how to achieve hegemony within a paragraph… ]

[About the logical loopholes in Shin Kyung-seung’s writing… ]

How much more does it mean that there are still people who have not given up on their vain hopes and are still resisting their revelations?‘I know it would be grateful if you saved me, so I should just stay still.

But now, if only this article was published in the newspaper, those who had resisted so far would have to keep their mouths shut like everyone else.

because.

‘From now on, people’s criticism will be directed against them.’

Shin Kyung-seung picked up the phone with a smile.

even.

[Hangulle Newspaper reporter Seung-jun Kim]

I found a familiar name and a familiar number and pressed the call button.

OK.

tul r r ur-

It's scary to hear the ringing tone a few times.

[Yes! The author was waiting. Are you done now?]

A welcome voice came from over the receiver.

He didn't seem to even want to say goodbye to how much he had been looking forward to it.

‘Well, the newspapers must have increased their awareness this time too.’

Shin-seung opened his mouth with a deep smile.

“That’s not natural. I'll put it in Kim's email right now. Check it."

Then, he directly sent the article he had written to reporter Seung-jun Kim's e-mail.

'Maybe you'll be surprised.'

Then after a while.

[Ah! The author just confirmed it.]

Kim's voice was heard.

Shin Kyung-seung opened his mouth with a look of anticipation.

"how? Are you fine?"

However?

[Ah, yes, author, by the way, isn’t this revealing too directly? Isn't this going to lead to defamation? ]

The words from Kim's mouth were not the words he had been waiting for.

“Hmm… .”

Shin Seung-seung's expression was slightly distorted, and a moan of dissatisfaction leaked out of his mouth.

I did put initials instead of people's names just in case, but in fact, if you thought about it a bit, you could see who the initials meant.

‘Because the artist pool is not that wide.’

So, if you make a mistake, you could get involved in a lawsuit.

However.

“Do they have the mind to do that? If you want to bet, say something. I am not afraid.”

Shin-seung didn't care.

As a negative image has already been placed on other writers, even if they file a lawsuit against them, their negative side will only grow, and it is clear that it will not be of any help in resolving the situation.

‘Ugly people say that they look more ugly.’

So, if you were to file a lawsuit, it was a ‘thank you’ from this side.

After all, a lawsuit is a boring fight. After the fight is over, he'll be the winner regardless of the outcome.

[Well, I see. Then, just like last time, I will put a little MSG on the front and back of the article, so please check it later and tell me!]

“Hey, what are you doing business once or twice? Reporter Kim doesn’t know his skills well, so hit him hard, okay?”

[Haha, thank you. Then leave it to me]

drip-

Thus, the brief quarrel between Shin Kyung-seung and Kim Seung-jun, reporters and writers ended.

“… Phew."

A sigh escaped the field from Shin Kyung-seung's mouth. The moment I sent the contribution to reporter Kim, I had been awake all night for the past few weeks for this plan, because I suddenly felt a rush of people all at once.

“It’s okay if I close my eyes a little now.”

he said rubbing his eyes. All that was left was to wait for people's response tomorrow morning.

So now I thought I could go to sleep with peace of mind.

But then he was about to arrange his seat and go to bed.

Titty diliring- Titty diriring-

A loud 16-bit ringing began to be heard.

"Huh? what?"

When I turned my head slightly, the phone I had placed on the desk was trembling and making a sound.

“Hey, have you already posted all the articles? That’s right, reporter Kim is poisoned, poison.”

Shin Kyung-seung smiled bitterly and checked the cell phone that was on the desk.

Still, it was because I thought I would need a tribute to the fact that I got things done this quickly.

However?

"Huh?"

The name that came up on the phone was not Kim's.

The person who called him was named [Hyun Kim].

The author of the classic and a mid-level writer who marks his 20th anniversary this year.

Shin Seung-gwa was one of the writers who had been with his older brother and younger brother since the beginning of his debut.

“… … .”

In an instant, Shin Seung-seung's eyes trembled greatly.

As usual, as soon as I see Kim Hyun's name floating.

‘Hey, writer Kim, what’s going on with this? Why don't we have a drink?'

You must have answered the phone while trembling with a lot of negligence.

'no… Kyungseung-ah, how did you tell me... .'

‘Shin writer, why did you do that? Why!'

'You haven't seen that... .'

Now that I put a dagger in the backs of the people in the paragraph… I couldn't even dare to answer Kim Hyun's phone call.

If he knew Kim Hyun... Without even caring about the 20-year relationship.

'Hey, you bastard! Are you still a writer!’

Because I will pour out all the swear words towards myself.

"Phew… … .”

Shin Kyung-seung's face was horribly distorted as if he had chewed a raw cow.

He didn't want to cut off all the people he was close with, as he was a human being.

However.

‘I can’t go back now.’

Anyway, the body had already crossed the line.

Although he has had a pretty decent relationship with Kim Hyun over the past 20 years, he can't go back in time since he's already crossed the Rubicon River.

‘Yeah, calm down. Even if this end is a nightmare anyway, at least if it's the nightmare I chose, wouldn't it be okay?'

He arranged his heart to be shaken like that.

Titty dili-ring- Titty diri... drip-

I hung up Kim Hyun's phone without mercy.

Then I turned my phone to silent, turned it over on the desk, and went straight to bed and lay down.

As he expected, after the article he sent to reporter Kim was published, there would be a huge number of phone calls.

And the placenta of those calls will be the calls to admit defeat to yourself.

When he woke up, he thought of the phone numbers that would be on his cell phone and put a smile on his lips.

But… His prediction was only half right..

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next day.

The moment Shin Seung-seung got up from his seat and checked his phone.

[Missed Call Reporter Seung-Jun Kim of Hangule Newspaper (10) 10:33 pm]

[Missed call Baekje Ilbo New OO (1) 10:23 pm]

[Missed Call 010-7863-XXXX (4) 11:49 PM]

[Missed call Munhwa Ilbo Oh OO (4) 01:01 am]

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'what's this… .'

Shin-seung's expression hardened.

Because he instinctively knew something was wrong.

Missed calls were recorded, which I expected to some extent.

'what… Why are there so many reporters... .'

I wasn't expecting a call from reporters.

The calls he was expecting... Those who resisted themselves without giving up hope until the end. Because it was a call from people with talent and passion that he didn't have.

‘What happened? Why can't I see the names of the people who should have called... .'

There was only one way to find out why.

[Hangulle Newspaper reporter Seung-jun Kim]

Shin Kyung-seung pressed reporter Kim Seung-jun's number with the heart of a crocodile that called a crocodile bird.

‘Yeah, you’ll know what I’m going to call 10 times.’

However?

Tour-r-tour-click-

[Writer! What the hell are you doing and you’re only getting it now!]

Yes?

Shin Kyung-seung gave a blank expression to the voice that came out of the receiver.

He had never been treated like this in 30 years.

“… Reporter Kim, why is that, what is happening, no one is there... .”

[In case? Does the writer seem to be saying the same thing right now? Ha ha, I'm really excited about it. Writer! We're in big trouble now! It's really been a big deal! How will you take responsibility?]

"no… Reporter Kim, I need to speak in a way that people can understand. what's the matter. What are you responsible for and what are you doing?”

[You still haven't checked? Uh huh, I'll send you a link, so go in and take a look]

Shin Kyung-seung pressed down what Buah was doing, and clicked on the link in the text that reporter Kim sent.

'Just do nothing. Am I leaving you alone?’

But.

[The darkness of idols, the fall of literature. The plagiarism of Mishika Yukiko by Shin Kyung-seung]

The moment the name ‘Mishika Yukiko’ entered Shin Kyung-seung’s eyes.

‘It’s fucked up… .'

Shin Kyung-seung felt his eyes turn yellow.

"Mishika Yukiko"

Its name is… Because it was his sin, his injustice, his rebellion, and his mistake, which he had even forgotten.

For a moment, his hands and feet trembled and an indescribable fear came over him in an instant.

It felt as if the air that had filled all sides of him had changed like his sword and threatened him.

He opened his mouth slowly with a bluish face.

“No, who the hell? how… ?”

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