I looked at the script on the table and had all sorts of thoughts.
“Is inheriting sequels the trend now?”
Starting from Batman, to Joker, Iron Man.
And now even John Wick.
It felt like things were suddenly pouring in non-stop.
‘Still, it’s sothing to be thankful for, that so many people are seeking out.’
Muttering to myself like that inside.
‘Imrsion.’
Fwooosh!
I entered the world of Working Title – A New Bullet.
***
Crash clang bang bang.
Crash clang bang bang.
Crash clang bang bang.
“...It’s so loud it’s not just hurting my ears, it feels like they’re gonna rip open.”
What the hell is so great about this that people beg to co here, pay money, and do all kinds of ridiculous shit?
Hawk, ptui.
The spit I shot toward the ground bounced off a rock and splashed a bit onto my shoe.
Talk about bad luck.
Admiring the creativity of such misfortune—
Tch tch.
‘Tch.’
The man rubbed the tip of his shoe into the gravel and started walking.
“Ooooh, heavenly spirits! O sky above! Amussaratte namu maure orochaitha om!!!”
As he approached, strange noises could be heard.
From a religious standpoint, it could be seen as speaking in tongues.
A mysterious phenonon where soone, drawn by spiritual force, suddenly starts speaking in a foreign language.
“Foreign language, my ass—then what, is that bastard’s foreign language from Mars?”
Why the hell are people giving money to this guy?
Doesn’t he look like a scamr from a mile away?
People who supposedly studied their asses off, succeeded—
And this is what they’re doing? Just handing over thousands to so fake-ass shaman pretending to be a god’s mouthpiece?
Did their parents raise them hoping for that?
But even as he was thinking that—
“Oh, shaman, divine one, please, our child needs to get assigned to the Seoul branch this ti, please... Let them work as a prosecutor...!”
Watching even the parents kneel and beg—
The man’s lips curled inward.
‘Ah, this bastard’s scamming whole families now.’
He already knew the guy wasn’t normal, but didn’t expect it to be this far.
The man applauded the fake shaman in his heart—even though he hadn’t even seen his face properly yet.
They said he’d be big, he’d be sothing.
But he didn’t know this big.
Muttering that to himself.
The man casually sat in a corner, waiting for the gut ritual to end.
Then—
“Mom! That man!! A foreigner! His nose is huge!”
“...”
A little kid pointed at him, probably their first ti seeing a foreigner.
But he held back.
‘I lived in Korea from age 15 and had dual citizenship... then moved to the U.S.... no, why am I even explaining this to myself?’
He was sick of giving detailed explanations.
Should he have handed out business cards every ti he got treated like a clown?
Anyway, who knows how long he waited like that—
Tap.
Suddenly, a cold piece of tal touched the back of his neck.
“What’re you here for? To be a pain in the ass?”
“? How the hell could I even be a pain in your ass? If I die from it, I’m the only one who loses.”
You fuck.
Right after the man’s answer—
Ssshhh.
The cold sensation disappeared like it had been waiting for that.
What he’d thought was a gun muzzle turned out to just be an ordinary, nondescript tal rod.
Well, not ordinary, considering it was in that guy’s hand.
“Long ti no see, hyung.”
And then ca the voice.
At those words, the man turned his gaze.
The first thing he saw was a mask covering the whole face.
No, wasn’t it a Hahoe mask?
Didn’t he say he wore it for mystical effect?
He’d ntioned it once, but he couldn’t rember clearly.
Below that flowed a white hanbok.
The loose sleeves didn’t flap in the wind because—
There must be sothing heavy sewn inside.
“Did Cheonjijang send you?”
“Yeah, I got a ssage from the Continental. That’s why I ca to see you.”
“Then you should’ve contacted beforehand. Coming while I’m working made tense up.”
“Tense... my ass. You? Tense?”
The fake shaman plopped down next to the man like it was nothing.
Even though dust got all over him, he didn’t care.
Watching that, the man continued talking.
“What do people here call you? Not that ‘divine one’ bullshit.”
“Ah... well, Seoyul? Shin Seoyul.”
“Hah. You used one of those trendy newborn baby nas as an alias?”
“This ti I’m doing a setup where I serve a baby spirit.”
Fucking lunatic.
The man looked at the fake shaman—no, Shin Seoyul.
How did a bastard like this end up with talent for killing?
They said the heavens were fair, but looking at this—
The heavens weren’t just fair, they were malicious.
They stuffed all the malice that should’ve spread out across the world into one person.
“The na’s still Mac for you?”
“Yeah, I’m still Mac.”
Mac, the Continental’s herald, nodded.
“The heads of the great houses are looking for you. Seems like they’ve got urgent work for you.”
“‘Heads’ my ass, they’re just lucky brats born with gold spoons in their mouths.”
“You’re the one who steals those spoons.”
“So what? They call out to the boonies to have killed?”
“They already failed at that. And recently, they failed big.”
At those words, Shin Seoyul took off his mask and smiled brightly.
‘Crazy good-looking bastard.’
Is that why people keep falling for his scams?
He hides it and then reveals it—makes the handsoness hit harder.
Mac left ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) a short ntal review of Shin Seoyul’s looks—
And refocused on the conversation.
“Oh, that guy? Said he died?”
“Yeah, dead. The great houses confird it and guaranteed it.”
“I wasn’t asking about the official stance.”
“Even unofficially, my duty is to answer that he’s dead. And I personally believe he is.”
Unless I see the corpse myself, I can’t believe that guy’s really dead.
Shin Seoyul thought of the assassin who stood against the great houses.
The fury of a hitman who lost his family had sparked a fire so big—
Even thinking about that mafia heir brought admiration for his dumb bravery.
“Then shall we finally get to the main point? Why are you here?”
“I ca to enforce punishnt for rejecting the marker last ti.”
“Ah... right, that.”
The marker.
A blood-sworn vow.
Proof of a debt owed—
And obligation that must be fulfilled.
Shin Seoyul had rejected it.
To be precise, he’d asked not to bring it up.
But if a light request like that could block a marker—
Then there’d be no point in markers at all.
So the great houses—the High Table—decided to punish Shin Seoyul.
“We needed a reliable thod, and you were one of them. Do you acknowledge that?”
“I acknowledge it.”
A brief, formal tone.
But the speech changed imdiately after.
“But I still think the sa. That guy isn’t the type to die just because soone says so.”
Soone bound by deep grudge and revenge—
Won’t die until they choose to.
“If I’d tried to kill him for real, I’d be dead too. Or at least full of holes. How many killers died trying to get him?”
Way too many.
No matter how much you love money, that’s just stupid.
Who the hell rushes in thinking they can kill John Wick?
As the answer dragged on—
Mac seed to decide the conversation was going nowhere and held out a piece of paper.
A scroll, clearly expensive and wrapped in fine silk.
The mont it was opened, high-quality parchnt let off a pleasant scent and unfurled.
“Shin Seoyul. Fulfill the duty you avoided last ti by refusing the marker.”
“You want to kill soone who’s already dead?”
“...It’s not that. You’ll understand once you read.”
Well, that’s true.
Shin Seoyul answered absentmindedly and looked at the parchnt.
Written in elegant cursive handwriting—
Despite the effort, the content was extrely simple.
“...Kill those currently protected in the hotel?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re telling , soone who knows exactly what happens if you kill soone in a neutral zone, to go do it?”
“Yes. This is the last rcy of the great houses. If you refuse, right here and now...”
“Right here and now what?”
Mac looked at the unconcerned Shin Seoyul.
The drooping sleeves of his hanbok and the still legs that didn’t move.
He’d thought they were just sitting side-by-side having a calm talk—
But this insane assassin was already in full combat mode.
“You know why I built my shaman’s house deep in the mountains, right?”
“...”
“You block off the mountain and count cars—there are five. People inside? Even if there are two per car, that’s only ten or so.”
Five are preparing to ambush.
One on the roof, two behind .
One holding his breath under the wooden floor.
As Shin Seoyul spoke—
Mac’s buttons twitched with every sentence.
Everyone was listening through radio.
None of them thought their disguises had already been blown so easily.
“Whether I refuse here and kill everyone, or take this and kill them all later—what’s the difference?”
“...It’s different.”
“What’s different?”
“We’ve already gotten burned by that part once. Even if you kill soone in the neutral zone, we know it won’t necessarily go that way.”
“Oh yeah?”
That was the end of the conversation.
Shin Seoyul imdiately pulled a pistol from his sleeve and shoved it into Mac’s mouth.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
He moved so fast, no one even noticed when.
His finger smoothly released the safety, and a smile still played on his lips.
“But you won’t tell the thod, will you? You’ll just say, ‘It won’t go that way,’ and leave it at that.”
It’s not like this is my first ti working with you assholes.
All because I wanted to buy a Gangnam apartnt, I spilled blood on a marker.
Who the hell knew it’d co to this.
Shin Seoyul kept mumbling like soone truly possessed.
“I got it. I’ll do it. But I decide the start date.”
The mont Shin Seoyul said he accepted the request—
Fwooosh!
The imrsed world shattered.
***
“...Why is this so damn serious?”
He thought it was just an early draft of the script.
But just as he was surprised by how broad the worldbuilding seed—
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
For the first ti in a long while—
—[Confird: current talents don’t match the script]
—[Downloading app: ‘Possessed Tiger’]
—[Additionally, due to the prior script ArcBorn and the upcoming schedule Super Bowl,]
—[Determined current Arican football skills are insufficient]
—[Downloading app: ‘Eyeshield 21’]
The Sims talent gifts continued.
“Eyeshield 21, huh...”
He really enjoyed that one.
So now... can I see lines too?
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