Chapter 1 – #1. Detection
De-drying.
Do you know what a talgun is?
You probably won’t know with a high probability.
Yes, this word is rarely used except for architecture students.
However, it is also a word that has a high probability of living in the mouth even if it is just one semester for those who have dipped their feet in the Department of Architecture even for a short time.
Because the meaning of this word is ‘de-architecture’.
This is because it implies the cessation of architecture.
That’s why so many architectural students always make a promise to themselves during the design deadline season.
[Really, I have to wear clothes after I graduate.]
Of course, it is rare to see people who take off their clothes before graduation.
Maybe they are wise.
At least, you won’t have to apply glue in millimeters as if your eyes would fall out at dawn like me now.
“Ah! Really! Catch up!”
16 hours until closing.
About 24 hours without sleep.
However, there was still no sign of my model being completed.
“Why are you doing this again? Take a break and do it.”
“Shut up. You deceiver.”
Hwimin Lee.
My closest classmate and a talented architect.
Even the trees for landscaping were planted on the model, but he didn’t even go home and was scratching my temper.
“What else to get angry with. Ughhh. That’s why I told you to do it in advance.”
Ha… He was right.
To be honest, I started working a little later than others, but I never imagined that I would be pressed for time this far.
“Hey. Why don’t you come and put up this model wall?”
“It must be difficult because I have to correct the render shot with Photoshop.”
I let out a sigh when I saw Huimin flicking a mouse with a pepero in his mouth.
Is it possible to end like this…
Already, the faces of the professors started to glow.
[Minho, ah… The quality of this finish is disappointing…]
[What the hell is the concept of this work is not revealed in the model.]
[Can I graduate in 5th grade with this?]
Hmm. I already finished my critique tomorrow.
I was already laughing at the thought of returning my results to the 4th grade professors who were known for being strict.
I’m going to get beaten up anyway, so do I have to go this far?
In fact, there was another reason for my lack of time.
Because I had another deadline.
That is my novel.
[I imprisoned her.]
It was because the novels of rare times, which were included in the top 10 of the Nobel World, were my own work.
The bow I chose while aiming to escape.
It was a web novel writer.
Of course, I never seriously considered this as a job from the beginning.
Last vacation. Forced to spend a life in exile due to the deadly global epidemic ‘Corono’, I fell in love with the charm of web novels.
At first, I was an omnivorous reader who opened my eyes to a new world I hadn’t known before and was good at reading this and that, but that was also for a while. After reading the great works, I became a different person.
To put it simply, he must have become a ‘gourmet’.
Shy handwriting. It was me who had become a body that could not be satisfied with the obvious developments.
And what made me most angry was that.
[Childhood friend. High school classmate. And and senior.]
This novel, which I had already read from the title, was running in the top 30 in the Nobel World.
The more I read, the more I felt a deep rage rise inside me.
Once I started watching it, I scrolled down and read it, but as each round accumulated, the only thought that lingered in my head was this one line.
‘Is this… 30th place?’
Poor probability. Perforated setup. Slow development.
I didn’t like anything, but people said they liked it and were reading it with fun.
Is my taste weird, or are people just ignorant?
Suffering from a deep inner conflict, I sat in front of the computer.
That’s it, just try it.
And that was my first work and one of the greatest hits of the Nobel World.
[She imprisoned her.] Was her beginning.
Like all aspiring new writers, I also had a weak start.
The number of views for the first episode of my novel without a proper cover did not exceed 100 even after a week.
But I didn’t give up. Because.
That fucking [Childhood friend. High school classmate. And senior.] I thought my writing was much better than this.
My novel, which had been serialized for 10 episodes and 20 episodes, reached a turning point only around episode 30.
I am very grateful to the readers who followed my post from the very beginning and even left comments every time.
It was thanks to the review carefully written by [White Snowflake].
Thanks to the readership that came in through reviews, my novel grew bigger and bigger, and around the 50th episode, I vomited the spirit of achieving the 20th place in the real-time views of the Nobel World.
At least once, that beggar [Childhood friend. High school classmate. And in that it surpassed the ranking of [And senior], They enjoyed a solitary drinking party that day.
With my rapidly increasing income, I was obsessed with the desire to make a proper cover.
No matter how much narration excites people in writing, the visual medium could never be ignored.
Modeling of the heroine’s features. Form. Costume. Atmosphere. It was the cover that could show all of that at once.
That is why I am her heroine in my novel [I Imprisoned Her], Which I struggled with tearing her hair out.
I started looking for an illustrator who could draw Kang Soo-yeon better than anyone else.
It took a long time of one week to select the artist for the painting.
Until the end, it was the two people who gave me the most trouble.
Cporia, whose smooth lines and details are overwhelming.
Perfect angle. An HNE writer who knows exactly where to put points.
It was clear that both artists were among the best in the industry.
In the end, I had to choose one with tears in my eyes, so I chose the HNE writer.
At the time, I thought that I would have to ask the artist Cporia later, but the moment I received the first sketch from the artist HNE.
I was convinced that there would be no need to look for other writers in the future.
There is a saying that Japanese writers are alchemists, but this was more than alchemy.
It’s a bit obscene, but the writer was someone who knew exactly what ‘collation’ was.
She was a person with a philosophy on what the length of a breathtaking skirt was, and a person who knew how much the neckline of a ponytail should be exposed to be the prettiest.
Every time I made a request, I couldn’t help but clap.
A rookie of savagery I. A new writer of Yajjal, HNE.
This duo. How are you going to stop it!
She was [Having imprisoned her], Currently running her Nobel World apex predator.
Of course, I couldn’t openly talk to the writer like this.
This is my inner intimacy.
Even though we had already commissioned work about 6 times, private conversations rarely came between us.
I’ve become quite famous though, so do you want to know what my novel is?
Maybe you know
However, I didn’t bother to ask because I was proud of myself for not asking again.
As far as I remember, today is the day a new finished version of the illustration comes out…
Maybe it was because I was hit by my design deadline, but I wasn’t checking my emails that I would have already checked if it was the same as usual.
Shall we take a break and check the illustrations?
Leaning back and stretching, I got up and went to the bathroom.
No matter how much everyone is concentrating on their own work, it is impossible to openly see yajjal in the design room where people come and go.
I locked the door and checked my mailbox.
[This is HNE. Sorry. Author. It seems that the deadline will be delayed a little because I have an urgent situation. I will definitely finish it and send it to you by tomorrow morning!]
This was the first time I couldn’t meet the deadline, so I understood, but I couldn’t help but feel drained.
Haa… I was thinking of watching that, healing myself, and making a model again.
[It’s okay! Please focus only on quality and finish the work well!]
It’s a pity, but what can I do? Have to wait
Returning to my desk, I let out a deep sigh.
“Ehh~ life~”
“Hey. Make another stair while you’re complaining.”
“You~ You~”
At Huimin’s words, I started cutting again.
As soon as the Eolchu building model was completed, I tried to attach a model of a person I bought from an art store.
“Boy. I didn’t buy Laka.”
Ah… Am I a fool…
I even decided to paint it red…
Why didn’t I buy Lacca after going to the art store during the day?
“Hwimin-ah. Some laka.”
“Doesn’t exist.”
“Oh, don’t do that. Just lend me some money.”
“You really don’t have one?”
…It’s a variable.
If it was Huimin, I thought it would be there, but who would you ask for it?
I got up from my seat and scanned the design room once.
How come all the kids I’m close to… Are all working from home.
There’s no one I can feel free to ask.
At a time like this, there was nothing I could do.
For this moment, I had to become a hyena in the design room.
I started wandering around the design room to see if there was no Raka on someone else’s desk.
Please… Have someone…
There must be at least one person…
Oh! There you go!
I found Raka at a table by the window in the far corner of the design room, which was sparsely populated, and I identified the owner of the seat.
Um… Not easy.
It was because the owner of the seat was Hannah, a junior who had hardly ever exchanged words with me.
I didn’t even have a proper conversation with her, but the reason I knew her was because she showed off her current 4th grade best looks.
She didn’t participate well with her life, except when she was close, and she rarely saw her face at school, so she never saw anyone close to her or any of her kids.
It’s a bit embarrassing, but… Hmm…
Looking at the clock, I stopped hesitating.
Is it time for me to cover the fire?
I strode to her seat and grabbed the lacquer from her desk.
“Hey, Naeun! I’ll take this…”
It was that moment.
Seeing her laptop screen, I couldn’t finish talking.
Because… On the screen…
It was because the finished version of the illustration full of flesh color that I had not received today had been uploaded.
“Uh?”
Hannah’s already white skin became even paler.
