The old fables choking Han Sooyoung’s throat clamored.That the sentences you write end here.That you are no longer the author of this story.That you thought you could forget us and still arrive at the ending.[So you can finally hear us now.]These “extra-world fables” were all lines she had once written.Forgotten sentences.Shards of fables forged from promises she failed to keep.Like chicks searching for their dam, the forgotten fables burrowed into her windpipe.Han Sooyoung opened her magic.If she couldn’t use a “Grand Fable,” then her top priority here was escaping somehow.Thankfully, she had one skill that fit the bill.A writer’s specialty.When she took a surprise hit while trying to break up the fight between Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk, it was thanks to this skill that she survived.But then—[Oh? Going to use an avatar?]One of the “Hell’s Watchdogs” slowly rose to its feet—and then shifted into a human form.Draped head to toe in a pitch-black robe, the figure drew a single blade from within its fold.Han Sooyoung recognized the item at once.Sainchamsageom (Four Tigers Demon-Cleaving Sword).The constellations engraved on the Sainchamsageom flared to life. The thing had manifested the sword’s authority through its own fable.The instant the sword’s trajectory carved the air, agony split Han Sooyoung’s mind in two.“It’s been severed.”The link to the decoy [Avatar] she’d been maintaining all along had been cut.The authority of the Sainchamsageom—the power to sever the ties of constellations—had sliced the bond between her and the [Avatar].Which meant using the [Avatar]’s “memory transfer” to escape was no longer possible.If she died here, she would truly die.[You die here.]For the first time, cold sweat beaded on Han Sooyoung’s brow.It was strong, meticulous, cunning.Had this been just as she entered the 41st regression, she wouldn’t have been cornered so pathetically.But right now she had used too many fables.[If you hadn’t met him. If you hadn’t squandered fables to bring him back… is that what you regret?]Han Sooyoung’s lips opened and closed soundlessly.[You would never have turned your back on him. Because he exists in this world because of you. Because the ending you demanded ruined every story in the end.]Fable power exploded off Han Sooyoung’s body.She couldn’t use a “Grand Fable.” That didn’t mean she couldn’t use any fable at all.[Fable, ‘False Savior,’ begins its story.]Blood trickled down Han Sooyoung’s mouth. Strength returned by degrees to her arms as she tore apart the fabled hands crushing her throat.Fable scattered with her breath; pain wrung every muscle in her body.Even with her consciousness flickering, Han Sooyoung fixed on the enemy before her.“You…”The demonic energy rippling in the dark was familiar.An enemy who could drive her into such a corner the moment she let her guard down.The power to command demon species.A divinity that knew her, and shared fables with .Even searching the entire universe, there weren’t many beings who fit.“I heard you were dead. How did you get here?”[So you recognize me at last.]In the dark, the “Hell’s Watchdog’s” shape began to change.[Yes, I was dead. In ‘the story you wrote,’ that is.]The muzzle of the hound shortened little by little, and at last a white human face emerged.[Do you think you know every story?]Smiling pale, he shrugged off the robe—a face resembling Kim Dokja.[My new name is ‘Representative Kim Dokja.’ Isn’t it interesting? A being like me didn’t exist in the story you wrote.]Han Sooyoung snatched Unbreakable Faith up from the ground.With a piercing whine, the blade brimmed with fable and flared.“I didn’t write that because I don’t need crap like that.”Her sword strikes poured down toward the charging hounds.“I’ll kill you again.”She had that feeling.No matter what it took, she could not allow the thing before her to live. Even if all her fables were spent here, she had to kill it in this place.For no one ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) else’s sake but Kim Dokja’s.[Not with the you of now.]Han Sooyoung didn’t answer—she swung.Whatever anyone said, she was the author of Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World, and the author of Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint.She had seen the scenario’s end twice over and knocked down uncountable stars in the heavens.Ska-ga-gak!Blinding white light, laden with long-held conviction, burned away the dark.Before the demon necks could regenerate, a second and third slash followed.She severed arms, smashed legs. The chunks rolling on the ground she burned with [Black Flame] so they could not regenerate.Step by step, Han Sooyoung annihilated the demon species one by one.The dogs kept coming from somewhere.Dogged, relentless hell-hounds.As if they’d been trained their whole lives to hunt only her, they bit down on her limbs in eerie sync with her movements.Even so, Han Sooyoung remained optimistic.She was in danger drawing on fable power—but the other side was sacrificing no small amount of plausibility too. would never permit such mass casting of summoning authority in an early scenario.Call it a chicken game of plausibility—and in that kind of fight, Han Sooyoung trusted herself.If she held out just a little longer, the other side would run dry.Yet no matter how many lunging throats she lopped, there was no sign of plausibility backlash building on the enemy.Why?Kugugugugu—Only belatedly did the rippling “Great Hall” in the heavens catch her eye.The harbinger of the Fifth Scenario.The moment she saw sparks flashing near the “Great Hall,” chills raced over her skin.Unknown divinities beyond the Hall were sharing the plausibility burden of this battle.“Why?”Why were “extra-world” divinities aiding that thing?In that instant, a hypothesis flickered through her mind.「What if weren’t the only ones who crossed worldlines?」Tzzt—tzzt—tzzt!The balance of a body barely holding on collapsed. As her fable power cut out, plausibility backlash began to eat into her incarnation body.Han Sooyoung lifted her eyes to the sky, full of bitterness.Even if “extra-world divinities” helped it, in the end such things were only possible with this world’s permission.Everything was permitted by the forbearance of the stars.The of the “41st regression” had agreed to exclude her—the irregular who had intruded into the scenario.“…Damn you, .”Her strengthless arm fell; the light of Unbreakable Faith went out.“So this is as far as it goes.”Han Sooyoung hates developments that flow as if everything were preordained. Stories without surprise are obvious and lazy.Readers catch on quick when she’s cutting corners.「And yet, no line came to Han Sooyoung that could break this situation.」With that, Han Sooyoung sensed that her role here was done.Maybe somewhere up there, Kim Dokja wouldn’t be curious about her story anymore.And in this world, besides—「“What you’re doing isn’t ending the story. It’s giving up.”」—there was already another author.Even so, with the ending right before her, regret stirred.There might still be more sentences she could write.There had to be words she hadn’t managed to say to that guy.“What a world—where being happy is so damn hard.”Her knees slowly buckled.In the last moment, Han Sooyoung’s trembling hand fished something out of her breast.A lemon candy lay in her small palm.Fables flowed within the tiny sweet.A very old fable. Old, beloved lines cherished by a single reader.Han Sooyoung stared at the candy for a long time, then let her head droop as if her strength had run out.Watching her, “Representative Kim Dokja” laughed.[A splendid last sentence, Han Sooyoung.]A jet-black claw shot out of the darkness toward the throat of the unconscious Han Sooyoung.「What does a writer become, when there are no more stories left to write?」That was when a star winked far off beyond the sky.As dazzling radiance flooded the alley, “Representative Kim Dokja” frowned and looked up.[Sage Beneath the Moon. Come to interfere with me again?][Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ glares at ‘Representative Kim Dokja’.][If you wish to meddle, then come. But this time will be different.]Even with terrible starlight whirling in the high sky, “Representative Kim Dokja” was unshaken.[Without even a proper incarnation body, do you truly think you can manifest here directly?]The next instant, the entire alley bathed in white light.[Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ blooms white.]Startled, Representative Kim Dokja glanced around.Impossible. It couldn’t be.No matter how great the “Sage Beneath the Moon,” there was no way she would dare defy ’s laws and manifest in an early scenario—[Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ smiles faintly.]With a ripping hiss, an arrow flew from somewhere and grazed his cheek.The Grade-7 demon species guarding his side curled up with screams.“Loose!”A shout rang from the far mouth of the alley. Incarnations in government-uniform garb sent a volley of arrows down the lane.“Kill the demon scum!”Representative Kim Dokja scowled and flicked a hand; in an instant the rain of arrows winked out.[Fools—]When had it happened?Until just a moment ago, Han Sooyoung’s body had been lying in the middle of the alley.The whirr of wire sounded from somewhere. A figure had already slung the fallen Han Sooyoung over her back and was sprinting off into the distance.“Loose! Keep firing!”Listening to the incarnations’ racket, Representative Kim Dokja curled a smile.[Oh, honestly.]It wasn’t hard to swat away incoming arrows. But he, too, was in no position to attack the incarnations.The “Great Hall” in the sky was slowly shrinking, and the prickle of plausibility backlash was creeping over his body.Naturally.He was a lofty extra-world divinity.Attacking the irregular “Han Sooyoung” from another worldline was not plausibility-equal to engaging early-scenario incarnations.Glaring for a breath at the glittering star in the sky, Representative Kim Dokja spoke.. [How long do you think a “story where no one dies” can last?]With that final question, his figure vanished into the dark.“The bastard ran!”At last, the incarnations’ arrow storm ceased.“Loot! Demon hide!”Finding the corpses of the dead demon species, the incarnations raised cheers.A short while later, the figure carrying Han Sooyoung came to a halt atop a roof.“We’re safe now.”A gentle, mild voice. Groaning, Han Sooyoung pried open her eyelids. In the dimness, the scenery came into view.In the moonlit nightscape, she saw the small-framed incarnation holding her.“Yoo Sangah?”No. The vibe was similar, but it definitely wasn’t Yoo Sangah.And yet the face seemed vaguely familiar. With looks like that, there was no way she wouldn’t remember.Who was it? She felt sure the memory would come…[Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ tells incarnation ‘Han Sooyoung’ that she can rest now.]Han Sooyoung, blankly glancing up at the sky, slowly closed her eyes. Once again, a star winked.[Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ expresses gratitude for the help.]The incarnation carrying Han Sooyoung replied.“We’ve got to help each other. By the way… astonishing. I never thought she’d really exist.”[Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ asks if you know her.]“I don’t know if I should say I do… my feelings are complicated.”[Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ asks if you can look after her.]“Of course.”[Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ looks at Han Sooyoung with pity.]The incarnation nodded as if in agreement.“In any case, writers really are all the same.”Curious, she poked the cheek of the sleeping Han Sooyoung a few times, then said,“They don’t write what they’re supposed to, waste their stamina on all the wrong things, and their health management is a disaster…”[Constellation, ‘Lotus That Bloomed Under the Moonlight’ asks how you know that so well.]Gazing down at Han Sooyoung’s tired face, the incarnation grinned impishly.“Because my assigned writer was like that, too.”

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