Chapter 1 – Part 1
It has been eight years since I worked as a web novel writer.
Even if you count the number of completed works, there are already five. Although there are more if you count year-round in the middle.
Anyway, there was a routine that I did consistently every morning.
Checking the comments on the work while sleeping is exactly that..
Today, as soon as I opened my eyes, I tried to do that without fail. If I don’t do it as soon as I wake up, I feel ashamed as if I haven’t brushed my teeth for a long time.
But I couldn’t because I thought something was strange.
“What.”
The source of the bizarre sense of incongruity that wrapped around my body was none other than the cell phone in my hand.
“Why did you grow up?”
It’s definitely my cell phone, but today it looked oddly large.
Should I say it feels like a guy who was a mini was suddenly upgraded to a professional?
No, it just didn’t seem like it was because of my mood.
It was just the right size to hold with one hand until yesterday, but now it’s too much to hold with one hand.
Could it be that a technological singularity has been reached and a technology has been developed that allows cell phones to have morning erections every morning? Somehow yesterday an update message popped up, but if I had known this would happen, I would have stayed without installing it, but what the hell did Jobs do to my phone…
There’s no way I could have done it.
It must have been that he switched phones with someone else without even noticing.
Yesterday I went to the convenience store on the way to the deadline, but did it change then?
It’s scary to think that the figure of Noon Outing, asleep in the phone’s hard drive, flickered in front of my eyes.
Every night, and whenever I couldn’t come up with a subject, the people I had taken special care of were waving at me at this moment as if to say goodbye.
Of course, it wasn’t a farewell as it seemed, but a hand gesture to let her know that it was fucked up.
A situation in which one of the two things that a man must drown before he dies may have passed into the hands of another person.
Already in my head, I was picturing the woman who had picked up my cell phone, seeing what was in it and going straight to the police station, disgusted.
‘Fuck-fuck-fuck.’
Cold sweat ran down her spine.
‘Let’s calm down… Simple possession isn’t subject to punishment, right?’
Instead, many people will know about my fetish. In addition, the fact that I, who pretended to be an ordinary web novel writer, was actually a novelist.
‘No. There’s no way it’ll break through, right?’
Apple phones are invincible, and Jobs is a god.
Pandora’s box will never be opened unless the person who took my phone instead of his own becomes a super-genius hacker who appears in a novel.
There won’t be
Shouldn’t have been
No.. Right?
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t be relieved.
Should I say it’s anxiety, as if I went to the bathroom while playing a game and witnessed my parents sitting in front of my computer?
It’s a morning routine, and I thought I’d have to find my phone first, so I turned on the screen of the phone I didn’t know who it was.
The moment the light came on on the black screen, I naturally brought my index finger toward the home button.
It wasn’t something I did with a special purpose.
There was no other object that aroused curiosity as much as someone else’s cell phone, but with the world these days, there’s no way your cell phone wouldn’t have that common lock.
It was just an ingrained habit.
“Well, there’s no way it could be solved.”
– Unlocked.
“?”
This is how it works
What the fuck
Why is this
‘Mr. Jobs?’
I threw a question to someone who might know the answer in a confused mind, but the dead are still silent.
No answer came back.
I was confused by the unexpected situation, but I thought it was okay.
Wasn’t the reason why I tried to turn on the screen in the first place to see if there was a call from the owner of the phone?
However, I don’t know how it happened, but since the lock is unlocked, I’ll be able to resolve this embarrassing situation in many ways by checking the contact information and contacting an acquaintance of the owner of the phone, or sending a text message to my cell phone.
I checked the contact information first, thinking, but it was clean.
So instead of a pheasant, I tried to send a text message to my cell phone saying that it was a chicken.
Maybe the person who took my phone and the owner of this phone are different people, but shouldn’t I take care of myself first rather than others?
So I pressed the text button first, and then the phone rang.
Number not stored.
Of course, it wasn’t even my number.
Do you know the owner of this phone?
So you borrowed that person’s cell phone and contacted him here?
I didn’t even know it was like that, so I pressed the call button. If it was spam, I thought I’d hang up right away.
-Woke up?
Fortunately, it didn’t appear to be spam.
If it was spam, it would have flowed from the dog-like promotional phrase.
The caller seemed to be a woman.
It was just like hearing your voice.
And with the owner of this cell phone, it seemed to be quite… Close.
There’s no way the honey dripped like that at the voice asking if I had woken up otherwise.
It’s amazing.
Every time I wake up in the morning, I get annoyed, so I don’t think I’ll ever make a voice like that in the morning.
At the same time, I felt awkward.
Just looking at it, it seemed like my expectations were wrong.
‘How is it…’
What can I say?
What should I say here so that the woman on the phone with me is less embarrassing?
After thinking about it, I decided to just leave the truth.
Isn’t it a crime to change your cell phone?
“That, um, so…”
However, it’s a bit of a stretch to say that I’m not your boyfriend.
But what is this?
-You look very confused, don’t you?
What came back as an answer was not a panicked voice, but a giggly, small laugh and a laughing voice.
What is shiva
Maybe it was a prank call.
Or is it a new type of spam call?
Then all of a sudden, ‘Hello, how are you? Customer, I am a reliable partner of the people..’
It must have been the moment when he was contemplating whether the other party was a monster of capitalism created by a newly developed sales method by spam callers who were tired of disconnecting and blocking, or a crazy bitch making prank calls to strangers in the morning.
-Lee Yoo-seung, born in February 1995, has been working as a web novel writer for 8 years. He has completed 5 works and has published a total of 14 works including year-round works.
“Wow, what a goosebumps.”
What is this
How far has my personal information been stolen?
“So how much is the loan? Can it be 10 billion?”
-It’s not a loan call.
“I don’t need insurance. I don’t change carriers.”
– Hang up? Hmm, will you regret it?
As he tried to bring his finger to the end call button, his finger stopped at the terrifying sound of the voice.
– One hundred words are worth a thousand words. Go to the bathroom
“What about the bathroom again? I need a bidet, but…”
– Go ahead. You’ll find out when you go.
There was something strangely magical about the voice that naturally flowed into my ears.
Should I say it’s the kind of magic that makes me want to follow what he says without knowing why? If a person with a voice like this cheats, no matter how smart a person is, they will have no choice but to be fooled.
In fact, it was largely to blame for getting up from the bed while grunting.
That’s what he realized the moment he got up from the bed.
That something is wrong
The scenery I can see is definitely the room I know and live in.
The wallpaper was the same, the bed was the same, the bathroom was the same, and the arrangement of the computer and other furniture was the same as I remembered.
Everything was the same except for one.
That door.
A door that never existed.
It stood proudly.
My room was a studio with a bathroom.
That’s why there couldn’t be anything other than the front door and the bathroom door.
But what is that?
No, here in the first place… Is this my room?
Power came naturally to the body.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this, but I don’t have any money.”
-Know.
“No…Then why the hell…”
-Did they kidnap you?
The phenomenon of what I was only thinking inside and descending into reality with substance was much more terrible than I thought.
Realized at the same time.
That there’s nothing good about going against the mood of the person you’re on the phone with.
– He’s smart. So should I move quickly?
A resounding voice as if he had guessed my inner thoughts.
He gritted his teeth and headed for the bathroom.
“It’s a bathroom.”
– Go to the mirror.
I was frightened by the unknown request, but I went in front of the mirror while repeating what I had said earlier.
I had my eyes tightly closed without realizing it, but this crazy psychopathic kidnapper didn’t seem to allow it.
-Eye.
A short, resounding word.
However, at the words that were heavier than the others, I had no choice but to open my eyes.
The moment I checked my reflection in the mirror…
“…Crazy?”
I had no choice but to flinch.
Because there was a beautiful creature I had never seen before in the mirror. With eyes wide open as if surprised.
– How do you like your new body?
“What the hell is this.. Nonsense..”
Brown hair, slightly curly, with lengths that slightly covered her eyebrows. Big eyes with a little bit of aegyo and a sharp nose.
The highlight was her lips that were pale but distinctly red, as if she had applied something, and her skin was immaculate as if she had applied a filter.
She thought it was a woman at first.
Thanks to the swaying between her crotch and the protruding neckline, she was able to realize that she was a boy, not a girl.
Adonis.
The existence that would look like this if the word was embodied in reality was standing in the mirror.
And every time I moved, I was doing the same thing.
I realized in that moment.
That’s ‘me’.
“What is this…”
I woke up with a sniff and it looked exactly like my studio, but it wasn’t enough that I was dragged to a place I didn’t know, so I suddenly became a handsome boy.
It’s more like a novel than a novel, but it’s a bit excessive.
“It’s a dream.”
No matter what, I never thought I would have a dream like this.
Was there a desire for plastic surgery that even I was not aware of?
“I think it would be difficult with just a penny or two.”
No, wouldn’t it be impossible to create such an appearance with human hands?
It was such a mesmerizing look.
To the point where I even thought that the word ‘boyfriend’, which I couldn’t figure out why it exists, was there for this.
-Isn’t this a dream?
I heard Chochi say, but there was no reason to notice anymore as long as I realized it was a dream.
Maybe because of that, I didn’t know that I would experience terrible things in my dreams, but well.. I’ll forget it anyway when it happens.
“Ah, I have to say something that makes sense. How can this not be a dream?”
-Do you really think so?
“It’s interesting. Is this a lucid dream or something?”
He smiled and brought his hand to the ball.
I heard that pinching my cheek in a dream doesn’t hurt, but it was to check whether that was true or not.
“Hey, you’re so terribly soft.”
How is it that even the cheeks are so perfect? It was like touching freshly steamed glutinous rice cakes.
I stretched it out in admiration.
“Now, look. It doesn’t hurt.. Evil!”
What.
Why do you hurt
Could it be that the dream is so realistic that even the pain is reproduced?
It must have been the moment I thought so.
– I guess just looking at it wasn’t enough.
Along with the sound of a sigh, the sound of snapping fingers echoed.
“Keep off..?!”
A tremendous pain ran through his body.
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There is no other means than pain to break people’s hearts.
It was the truth I realized after 27 years.
After going through so much pain that I wondered if it would feel like being roasted in an electric chair, I didn’t even feel like rebelling, let alone feeling repulsive.
It was for this reason that I put my phone down on the bathroom floor and knelt down in front of it.
Since there was something I was embarrassed about, I thought that I had to do well from now on.
So, while sitting on her knees, she sorted out the explanations the woman had told her to keep in mind.
“So you’re… A god?”
– Alas, yes!
“This is so… This world is the world in the novel I wrote?
She even wanted to use her honorifics, but she refused. I wondered what the hell was the point of making her kneel and not being able to say respectful words, but well, that’s what she wants.
– To be precise, it was a novel that was ‘unauthorized year round’.
“Ugh…”
I had nothing to say. Certainly, there were several times when I had just started earning from web novels in earnest.
“Then you kidnapped me here…”
-That’s right.
