37. Immortal (3)
The momentum of the counterattack grew.
The number of views of “Typhoon” gradually increased, and the number of comments and recommendations also increased as time passed.
That heat was enough to surpass Pilcrum’s recently uploaded short story, “Iljin Hunter.”
When “Typhoon” finally surpassed the number of recommendations of “Day Hunter,” people said.
That Mr. Dragon has surpassed Pilcrum.
That late-year 2nd and 3rd-class writers have finally risen to the level of being close to top-class writers.
What was strange was Pilcrum’s reaction.
He showed no reaction to Mr. Dragon’s masterpiece this time. I don’t know if it’s shocking or if there’s a problem in reality.
All members of our bulletin board sincerely congratulated Mr. Dragon on his splendid return.
Mr. Dragon expressed his deep gratitude, but his heart was different.
He only revealed his true feelings to me.
A message from DragonC: Who wins or loses, what does it matter? I just love this moment, right now.
SKELTON: Yeah?
Message from DragonC: Were you dreaming before the war? That a second-hand writer without a single hit like me is rubbing with a top-class writer. These are all miracles brought about by war.
A message from DragonC: I truly feel alive right now!
I could feel Mr. Dragon’s joy through the typeface.
Undoubtedly.
He was genuinely grateful for the situation.
For a moment, Failnet and Viva! Apocalypse! The competition between the two writers, which brought the two sites to a boil, seemed to end like a fairy tale.
Their story isn’t over yet.
there was one more
*
A message from DragonC: Before I die, I must finish my last piece.
SKELTON: You mean remnants?
Message from DragonC: Uh. It must be drawn unconditionally. I decided that even if I die, I will complete it and die.
SKELTON: Is it an immortal masterpiece?
A message from DragonC: It’s not that great. It’s like the struggle of a human who has only a few days left to live anyway. That’s it, anyway, wait. We’ll have some exciting news soon.
The fun news was never known.
Another incident that followed buried the news.
Pilcrum 88: I admit defeat. Dragon C.
Pilcrum admitted defeat.
On the bulletin board for everyone to see, he declared that he had lost.
However, its contents were filled with enough suspicion to doubt its true intentions.
– First of all, I sincerely apologize for plagiarizing Mr. Dragon’s picture without his consent and offending him. My intention was not to offend Mr. Dragon, I just wanted to draw attention.
We met four years ago at a year-end party for writers hosted by the platform, right? I think we said goodbye then.
It’s a rude request, but is there any room left in the air-raid shelter?
I felt my heart race as I understood and drew Mr. Dragon’s remnant in my own way.
this is a masterpiece It is a masterpiece that will remain in the history of mankind.
I will do it if you want to be a farmhand. It’s good to live in a separate building. I also want to see the end of the remnants!
*
“…”
It would be me who provided the starting point.
This Park Gyu transformed into an 11-year-old child and put a question mark on the Jeju Island-bound fleet itself.
Failnet’s invasion will be rare enough to happen once a day. Recently, bored bulletin board users showed an interesting reaction to the popular writer Pilcrum 88’s article.
keystone: Wow, it’s Pil Crum 88. I’m a big fan of High School Emperor.
Anonymous848: Are you setting up a studio? Could there be unexpected synergy?
unicorn18 : Pil Crum 88. Can I ask for just one commission?
Defender : Hey Pilcrum 88 Are you alone?
As always, it is my internet friend Defender who sees the truth clearly.
The one who tapped on the keyboard seems to be the younger brother.
Defender : You’re not bringing children, wives, children, and parents to Vienna one after another, right? We are also starting to see children coming out one by one who are running out of food.
After this article was posted, there was a gap of about 1 minute and 10 seconds before the reply was issued.
Pilcrum 88: We are a family of three, including my wife, son and younger brother.
Defender : Isn’t that your younger brother?
Pilcrum 88: My younger brother.
Defender: lol
The transmitter rang.
“Skelton! Are you looking at the computer?”
As expected, Da-jung’s excited voice rang out.
“You Pilcrum bastard, no, you! Aren’t you so shameless? huh?”
“……It’s kind of like that.”
It’s hard to accept your family, but only three adult men?
Doesn’t that sound like an air defense shelter?
Besides, Mr. Dragon’s air-raid shelter was large enough for him to live alone, but wouldn’t it be a bit cramped for the four of us?
While taking a sip of the coffee Mr. Dragon presented, he asked Da-jeong.
“Dragon, how will that person come out?”
“Of course you wouldn’t accept it, would you?”
“Is that so too?”
I always feel it, but I can’t really tell that it’s a person.
Is there anything as unpredictable and unpredictable as the inside of a person?
I think about it sometimes.
If humans were like monsters, this world might not be so much fun.
Mr. Dragon chose an option that defies everyone’s expectations.
DragonC: Great.
*
I attended the meeting between Pilcrum 88 and Mr. Dragon out of a sense of duty.
If I hadn’t responded to Mr. Dragon’s message, Mr. Dragon wouldn’t have made a spectacular comeback and Pilcrum wouldn’t have apologized.
Of course, I couldn’t see Mr. Dragon for a while, but I wouldn’t know that either.
Unlike Mr. Dragon, who prepared a safe air-raid shelter, Pilcrum is weighed down by reality itself.
If he dies and Mr. Dragon is left alone after receiving the punishment for not properly preparing for the future, wouldn’t he win in the end?
However, it seems that Mr. Dragon’s thoughts were very different from mine.
Anyway, things happened.
There are four opponents.
The family of Pilcrum 88 and his younger brother.
On the other hand, this is one dragon.
At least because I was there, Mr. Dragon might have been able to raise his head at least.
“hello?”
Pilcrum 88 is exactly what people think of as a successful webtoon writer.
Moderately young appearance, moderately fair skin, appropriately looking down on the world or indifferent eyes.
He reached out to me first.
“Are you Mr. Dragon?”
this person.
Didn’t you say you’ve met Mr. Dragon before?
Feeling a growing resentment inside, I left my seat for Mr. Dragon.
“I am Mr. Dragon. Mr. Pilcrum 88.”
“Please call me Shim Ho-jun. You seem older than me.”
“This is Choi Yong-soo.”
The two writers shook hands.
It was Pilcrum who was smiling the entire time.
On the other hand, Mr. Dragon was mostly expressionless, and occasionally showed an awkward smile in response to the other person’s words.
“I am really sorry. really. You didn’t even know Yongsoo-hyung was such a good person and you provoked him. Seriously, it’s black history. But what can I do? Because life is tough and boring. Really f*cking when you get kicked out of Seoul and go to Incheon. under. It was a really dirty feeling. This Shim Ho-jun is going to Incheon! do!”
“For me, Incheon is my hometown.”
Mr. Dragon said with a bitter smile.
“Oh, sorry. That’s what the word means. hahahaha.”
Unlike Kim Da-ram, the family brought by Pilcrum appeared to be satisfied with the shelter facilities.
It’s probably proof that I’ve lived in a worse place than that.
Well, I don’t mind Pilcrum and her family.
It’s like a real family, and Pilcrum is like the cartoonist himself.
When playing with the tablet, the skill of drawing a nice male character in one stroke was like seeing magic.
What I care about is the one who is Pilcrum’s younger brother.
Although he was tall enough to reach 190cm and possessed a well-trained body, he did not resemble Pilcrum at all.
Being a younger brother is rather strange.
From the beginning, this human clearly showed a disquieting expression, and then looked at Mr. Dragon and said bluntly.
“excuse me. mister. Do you live alone?”
Mr. Dragon showed a bit of displeasure at the word uncle, but the man only laughed and put on a cheeky expression that said he had no regard for Mr. Dragon’s feelings.
“I live alone.”
“Ah, somehow. I thought it smelled like a widower.”
he turned to me
“What is this person? By any chance, what friend? bodyguard? What is it?”
It seems I don’t even care.
Well, since he’s tall enough to look down on me and has a good build, he might have gained confidence.
Mr. Dragon looked at Pilcrum and demanded an explanation.
Pilcrum smiled and introduced his brother.
“Oh, he is my brother. I don’t look alike, but if it weren’t for my brother, I wouldn’t have dared to come here. Ah, my brother is Hunter.”
“Hunter?”
“yes. I’ve also participated in wars. what is it now? Away big? They say I was pushed by those people.”
Pilcrum’s brother snorted and suddenly raised the dagger and spun it around his fingertips.
“I just came out. After all, it seems like it would be nothing but a cannon fodder.”
This friend doesn’t seem to like me.
He put the dagger he was spinning excitedly into the scabbard tied to his thigh and looked at me and said bluntly.
“But why does this man keep staring at me from earlier? Are you gay?”
“Can I not look at you?”
“Hey, do you hear a lot of ignorance?”
The man furrowed his brow, put on his fist sharpener, and made a crunching sound.
“If you twist it, will you have a sparring round?”
“no.”
“Then close your eyes or look elsewhere. It’s because you care.”
“I don’t spar, I just fight.”
I glared at the man.
The man’s expression turned grim.
Soon after, he got up from his seat and let out a high-pitched voice.
“hey! You bastard!!”
He held out a savage hand to me.
As he watched, Pilcrum stopped him.
“Mr. Hyungmin! Be patient!”
“No, the f*ck makes the baby pissing?”
“No, let’s have a good time. Hyungmin-ssi, you’ve always been hurt from the beginning, right?”
“Because seeing the corpses on the way made me feel bad! What the f*ck is that bastard anyway? practice? It’s crazy and I’m sleepy. It’s a pierced mouth.”
“No, Mr. Hyungmin!”
“Ha, f*ck.”
Looking back, he doesn’t even look like a younger brother.
He probably brought a thug-like guy as an escort, but at this point, I’m very worried about Mr. Dragon’s future.
Ignoring the man who was annoyed, I called Mr. Dragon out of the shelter.
“Are you okay?”
It doesn’t look good to be honest.
That’s just a thug, a knave.
Pilcrum 88 seems like a person, but he doesn’t seem like a good person either.
If people were good, they wouldn’t have brought such a gangster like that.
“From what I see, it looks like those bastards are just going to kill you or kick you out and use the air-raid shelter.”
Not even 99%.
It is 100%.
“Maybe.”
Mr. Dragon sighed with a wry smile.
Is it because of my mood?
His complexion, which had looked morbidly black, took on a darker black.
Mr. Dragon took out the pill, swallowed it without chewing, and sighed.
“But Pilcrum is real. It’s real. That pilcrumb I saw from afar is right.”
“I don’t like it.”
“3 days.”
Mr. Dragon spread three fingers.
“Call me in three days. I will answer if I need help.”
“no.”
I shook my head.
“You call me in three days. If there is no contact, I will go right away. Wouldn’t that be better?”
“…”
Mr. Dragon looked at me with a disapproving, but nodded his head in agreement.
“・・・・・Do it.”
Mr. Dragon smiled at me.
I couldn’t understand.
How can people smile so much when there is a bleak future ahead of them?
Maybe it’s because I’m not trustworthy?
That’s not it.
Lee Bak-gyu, although he is treated as an outcast and ignored here and there, the hatred that still lives and breathes in my heart has not faded in the slightest.
“…”
I took a deep breath and looked straight at him.
“My call sign. Professor is right.”
“Professor? S-class?”
“Three seconds.”
“?”
“I can clean it up in 3 seconds, including the screaming guy in there.”
The ax danced in the palm of my hand.
“Answer me.”
Mr. Dragon looked surprised at first, but after a while, he waved at me with a generous smile that I couldn’t understand.
Keep your ears close.
“Has Pilcrum ever troubled me by copying and drawing mine? I was very angry at first. I’m so mad that the real head cap is open. To the point where I really want to go to Incheon and shoot him dead. I even ran a simulation in my brain to actually kill him!”
“······But why?”
“As time passed, what should I say? this is fine too I don’t know. I am also a painter and have pride. I don’t know either. why am i doing this But this feeling wriggling in my mind right now is real.”
I saw Mr. Dragon.
His dark-looking face, probably due to a bad liver, was overflowing with sincerity that even his blackened face couldn’t hide.
“Just watch over me for three days.”
He nodded his head with a heavy heart.
is the path he chose.
I don’t understand, but he is also a community user.
I respect his opinion.
“Oh, and I have a present.”
“also?”
“uh. wait for a sec. Come follow me.”
The gift Mr. Dragon gave me honestly exceeded my expectations.
It was an espresso machine.
That too accompanied by a large amount of frozen coffee beans.
“No, can’t we just leave it there? yes?”
Pilcrum’s wife, who was watching, sighed.
Beside him, a tall man was babbling, and Pilcrum was barely stopping him.
Oddly enough, so did I.
“No, something like this to me?”
“I quit coffee.”
The muttering of Pilcrum’s wife cut in from the side.
“Didn’t we hang up?”
Mr. Dragon ignored that and asked me to take the espresso machine and coffee beans.
“please. I came here twice Compared to that, this is mediocre. It’s my heart, so please accept it!”
“…”
“don’t worry. I’ve been shot too. It’s a gossip now, but I’m also a retired army veteran.”
I went back to the air-raid shelter with a present I didn’t want.
3 days passed.
There was no communication from Mr. Dragon.