TL: KSD
The sudden success of the animated film ‘Guitar’ was truly an unexpected event.
However, the fa of the original author, Moon In, was even more unpredictable.
Who would have guessed that the rumor would set Japan abuzz?
Of course, the rumors about Moon In being Korean or Japanese were nothing more than cheap jokes ntioned in light-hearted drinking parties.
If it weren’t for the unique variety show atmosphere of Japanese broadcasting, this issue would never have made the news. In Korean terms, it would be more suitable as a morning show topic rather than a news item.
But even though the rumors were playful, the effect was not.
There are no jokes in business.
The rumor that Moon In might be a Korean of Japanese descent is not a fact. However, the fact that this news was broadcasted is a fact.
This cheap joke-like rumor caught the interest of the Japanese, spread through the internet, YouTube, and new dia, and behind it lies the undeniable truth that there are major publishing companies from both Korea and Japan involved.
As a result, the noise marketing surrounding Moon In and ‘Guitar’ captured all of Japan’s attention, even if just for a brief mont.
It wasn’t a case where so unprepared amateur got lucky one day; two giant publishing companies put all their effort into it, so that ‘buzz’ directly translated into money.
Books were printed non-stop at the printing presses, bookstores were crowded with people, and nurous trucks loaded with books road the country.
In this way, ‘Guitar’ beca the most comrcially successful novel in recent years.
And,
the Publishing Managent Departnt also prospered alongside.
EP 8 – Dark Adaptation
“Of course! It’s all thanks to Director Baek Seol.”
Kim Ga-ryung, an deputy manager at the Publishing Managent Departnt, is a Steam ga enthusiast, a lover of Japanese light novels, an art history major from Seoul National University, a cat lover, and a dirty traitor who moved from the Publishing Planning Departnt to the Publishing Managent Departnt after contributing to Lim Yang-wook’s crackdown on Yang Sung-jun.
Moreover, when Lim Yang-wook was demoted, Deputy Kim Ga-ryung was quick to cut ties, making his burning loyalty now proof that the prosperity of the Publishing Managent Departnt was unquestionable.
“To overco the dark period of the publishing industry, she actively promoted dia mix, devised a new business model of transforming novelists into celebrities, and opened the era of global business through active partnerships with Japanese publishers… Write the press release roughly like this. The details can be well handled by the PR team, right?”
The reason for the success of the Publishing Managent Departnt? There is only one.
Under the noble leadership of Baekhak lineage, there is nothing but victory and more victory.
However, there was a heretic who doubted this evident truth, Team Leader Lee Eun-bi of the Baekhak Publishing House PR Marketing Team.
“Sunbae, is it really okay to write it like this? It seems a bit different from the truth…”
“What?”
“I heard rumors that there was a minor mistake when contracting the copyright…”
“Tut-tut. Don’t you know that the Director’s failures are intentional?”
“Huh? W-what…?”
Deputy Kim Ga-ryung, standing behind, put his hand on Team Leader Lee Eun-bi’s shoulder.
Then, with a nacing expression, he whispered in her ear.
“Why does Comrade Lee Eun-bi doubt the artistic leadership of Baekhak lineage? Are you perhaps a spy planted by Kyobo Bookstore or Youngpoong Bookstore?”
“I’m, I’m sorry! Comrade!”
“I’ll be watching you.”
Other employees, watching the two’s antics, grumbled internally, thinking those bastards really believe their office romance hasn’t been caught.
Anyway, while Deputy Kim Ga-ryung was at the forefront of crushing the despicable and vile scheming of factional elents, the beloved Director Baek Seol couldn’t help but sigh.
“Haa… Is his condition that bad?”
From the mont she was promoted to director, Baek Seol’s company life beca ‘very hard’. Even parachute appointnts co with their own set of duties.
For a woman in her late twenties to join the grandfathers on the board for golf sessions consud more ntal energy than expected.
Especially since this was a preliminary step to ousting the current CEO of Baekhak Publishing, and that individual occasionally showed up, making it even more taxing.
While familiarizing herself with the duties of a director, eting her uncle’s friends, and learning about the political dynamics at Baekhak Group headquarters, sighs naturally increased.
Lim Yang-wook’s report added another sigh to the mix.
“Really… is In-seop’s condition that bad?”
* * *
The two schools run by the Baekhak Arts Foundation are adjacent to each other. And since Baekhak Arts Middle School students mostly advance to Baekhak Arts High School, for them, advancing simply ans moving to the neighboring school.
But does that an the graduation ceremony can be passed over lightly? On graduation day, Baekhak Arts Middle School was filled with parents who ca from all directions.
A flower stall was set up in front of the school gate, and the parking lot was full of foreign cars. This is because mainly wealthy families teach their children the arts.
“Hmm…”
Looking at the dazzling foreign cars stirred complicated feelings. The label ‘non-arts high school graduate’, which once clung to like a tag, was finally removed.
Should this be a mont of joy or embarrassnt?
Should I rejoice in entering the inner circle of the art world, or feel ashad for joining the perpetuation of an artistic class inherited through school ties and financial power?
As these thoughts continued, I shook my head to dispel the worries.
Anyway, since my condition wasn’t good, negative things caught my eye first.
Should I be having such thoughts on this joyous day?
Children celebrating graduation, the gentle fragrance of flowers, parents’ smiles as they looked at their children, a shining mont of youth…
Putting these aside to mutter about ‘the inheritance of an artistic class through school ties and financial power’ could be considered a disease.
However, this disease is incurable.
It’s because I couldn’t sympathize with their joy.
Wealthy fortune, harmonious family, these were things never given to from the start…
So, the color of the world seen through my eyes was bound to be black.
I’m writing with such a twisted heart full of these feelings.
To show the whole world the way I see the world…
“Hehe…”
Oh no, I almost turned evil for a mont.
Suppressing the dark dragon stirring inside , I wandered around the graduation ceremony venue.
Fortunately, in the noisy crowd, no one approached .
Well, at the brightest mont, only the most beloved people catch your eye.
I safely arrived at my destination.
The person with pink hair was easy to spot.
“Congratulations on your graduation, Min… Hyo-chan sunbae.”
Min Hyo-chan, holding the diploma, looked at in surprise, then smiled.
“What? You finally rembered my na?”
“It got pretty confusing when there suddenly were two Mins in the clubroom.”
“Oh, I see. I’ll quickly disappear so our great author won’t be inconvenienced. Tsk!”
Min Hyo-min, who was near Min Hyo-chan, approached with curious eyes.
Min Hyo-min asked.
“Min-whatever? What does that an?”
“Little sister. From now on, that’s your na.”
“What the f-”
Fortunately, Min Hyo-min noticed my gaze and refrained from saying ‘fuck’. As expected of a top idol’s self-restraint.
Min Hyo-min awkwardly rolled her eyes, then brightened up when she spotted Gu Yu-na behind and ran over.
I smiled for a mont watching this cheerful sibling pair.
Eventually, after briefly greeting Min Hyo-chan and Min Hyo-min’s parents and turning down their offer to treat to a al, I returned to my studio.
Being alone in the quiet studio after the noisy graduation ceremony made the presence of the serene silence feel all the more striking.
However, the warmth from the graduation ceremony lingered in my heart, brightening my mood.
It made reflect on how I had grown close to the pink-haired idol who played Chinese otaku gas in the corner of the clubroom, and I felt a bit regretful that I wouldn’t see that sight this year.
Co to think of it, if I advance to Baekhak Arts High School next year, I’ll et Min Hyo-chan again, and I’ll also get to see Kim Byul at school after a long ti. It seems like it will be quite an enjoyable ti.
That thought lifted my spirits.
“……”
But that’s not how it should be.
What I need now is darkness.
I pulled out the dark things hidden deep in my heart.
– Hey, you fucking orphan bastard. Why do you always carry that fucking blanket around? To lessen the pain when you get hit?
– Moron, it must be true. Fucking hilarious…
– Huh? What are you looking at, you fucking bastard? Are you pissed?
– Hey, Seop-seop is pissed. So fucking scary, what should we do!
– I heard this bastard got a girlfriend? Don’t tell that blanket is a gift from her?
– Let’s use it together, you son of a bitch. Hand it over. No, not the blanket, your…
“Hm.”
Good.
My heart was stained with darkness.
I was ready to write.
Why do humans tornt other humans?
Why do they stab and kill, kill with complaints, kill with terrorism, kill with their tongues, and even kill by typing on a keyboard, knowing that only ruin awaits at the end?
The world is nothing but darkness, and we are walking through that darkness.
It was ti to write about the second murder.
* * *
「The weight of the sin of killing a person was not as heavy as expected. Perhaps it was because a child had committed the murder.
So say that since the bullied killed the bully, it was the fault of the society that allowed the bullying.
Thus, they defended how painful it would be for an innocent child who made a montary mistake to suffer for a lifeti.
I do not think so.
My murder was not a mistake but a decision made by reason. Therefore, I am a beast that should not be forgiven.
But the world gave the na ‘poor child’ despite my confession.
Thus, my ti in the juvenile detention center was not long.
No, it wasn’t confinent, but a asure of protection.
It is a strange thing.
What are they protecting whom from?
from the world? The world from ?
Regardless of the outco, those who defended beca famous, and the judge who sentenced was recognized as a kind-hearted righteous man.
They are neither the ones who committed the cri nor the ones who suffered from it. They are just third parties who studied a bit better in their school days.
Yet, watching them arbitrarily evaluate, forgive, and gain honor from another’s cri was sothing I could not understand.
Anyway, I was thrown back into the world.
With the label of a criminal, amid looks of sympathy and disdain, wandering the world like Jean Valjean.
No one cared for , looked after , or gave a job.
Ironically, it was thanks to the sibling of the one I killed that I managed to escape a life of wandering the streets.
The sibling of the one I killed sought out, gave money, provided with shelter, and offered a job. Thanks to them, I gained food, clothing, and a place to live.
He was like Jonathan helping David. He was soone who loved and assisted the family enemy.
“I have already forgiven this person. Isn’t it a sin committed during childhood? Jesus said to love your enemies, and this person is not even my enemy, so there is no reason to hate.”
The slight difference between him and Jonathan was that he bragged about this.
“As expected of our CEO.”
“I couldn’t even think of doing that. You are truly rciful…”
“An.”
I killed the son of the doctor who had murdered the bluebird. Upon hearing of their son’s death, the doctor and his wife were furious.
However, I did not receive the punishnt fitting my cri, and the enraged doctor and his wife soon died from a broken heart.
Then, the younger brother inherited all the family’s wealth.
This is why he didn’t hate .
He was grateful that I had removed the thorn in his side, so I thought once again that the human world was close to hell on earth.
But since I lived off Jonathan’s money, I bowed my head and offered false gratitude, thanking him for his forgiveness like a true weakling.
I endured being dragged around and displayed like a trophy by him because that was the reason for the money I received.
However, this was also a tornt for because the brother’s actions were essentially no different from those of his sibling.
The brother who killed the bluebird wanted to beco soone above by tornting , gaining the admiration of everyone.
The brother who bragged about forgiving the one who killed his sibling sought admiration by treating well, elevating himself above .
Why do humans want to trample on other humans to rise above them?
At tis, I wept late into the night, yearning to escape this pain.
There was a glimr of salvation that soothed my pain, and she was Jonathan’s younger sister.
“You disgust .”
She entirely hated .
That was the fitting price for my sin, so it was a welco sentint for .
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