Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint Novel MTL - Chapter 669

Chapter 669

Of course. Here is the paraphrased chapter:

Episode 21 Kim Dokja (5)

The **‘Absolute Throne’** glowed in the distance.

A seat meant for only a single king.

There was a time when **Han Sooyoung** had also desired to sit upon it. She had believed that claiming it would compensate her for all the suffering she had been through.

That was before she understood that even that wish was merely part of a performance staged for the **constellations**.

[A significant number of constellations are aware of your presence.]

[Very few constellations are concerned about your intervention.]

[Some constellations are requesting the **Bureau** to review your probability.]

She could feel the stare of the stars from far across the sky.
Would they comprehend her story now?

[A constellation that has not yet revealed its modifier is looking at you.]

What she truly wanted was far more distant than that throne.
It was so far away that its shape remained unclear to her.

「 She had no reason to intervene in this situation. 」

This was the intended progression of the 41st regression.

In this round, **Yoo Jonghyuk** was meant to claim the **’absolute throne’** and embark on the path of a supreme king who dominates all.

No one would ever be his equal.
No other path would open for him.

「 Just leave it alone. 」

If she did nothing but observe, the 41st round would conclude in failure.
At the end of this narrative, a despairing Yoo Jonghyuk would send **Shin Yoosoung** into the past.
That would be the final chapter for this world line.

**Kim Dokja** would come back to her after reading every one of her stories.
He had to return.
For his sake, she must not act. She must not write a single sentence.
She had to let the characters move according to their own flow. She understood this perfectly. So why?

«Yoo Jonghyuk. If you sit there, everything is finished.»

Had she finally chosen to pick up the pen?
«You figured it out too, didn’t you? What the absolute throne truly is.»

Naturally, she knew the answer.
Even now, when she closed her eyes, the memory surfaced with perfect clarity. Perhaps it was because she had witnessed something she was never meant to see.

「 «What you’re trying to do is not end the story, but give up.» 」

Kim Dokja, whom she had dismissed. Kim Dokja, who had no desire to be reborn as Kim Dokja once more.
And yet, Kim Dokja needed to return to this story again.
She had searched for Kim Dokja, and that was the reason she was here now.

«Are you Han Sooyoung?»

The Yoo Jonghyuk of the 41st round was watching her.
Han Sooyoung responded with a bitter question.
«Who told you my name?»

Han Sooyoung quietly studied this version of Yoo Jonghyuk.
«I owed you a beating from last time.»

This marked her second confrontation with Yoo Joonghyuk in the 41st round.
«Do you believe the outcome will change?»
«It will be different.»
«Your ability to learn seems poor. If you’ve fought me before, you should know. You are no match for me.»

On the rooftop of the theater dungeon, they had clashed once.
She had risked everything, drawing upon her story, and exploited the vulnerability of his **’regressive depression’** to overcome him.
But would that strategy work again now?
She was uncertain.
«Well, you must have regressed more than forty times.»

Not knowing, she deliberately taunted him, attempting to gauge his reaction, but Yoo Joonghyuk did not take the bait. His eyes, deep and dark like a silken sea, simply fixed on her.

All surrounding noise faded away.
A heavy tension settled over the area. A silence so complete not even an insect cried out.
Han Sooyoung was the one who moved first.

The sound of displaced air followed a moment later as his black spear and her white sword met in mid-air.
Her magical power clashed with his physical strength, and a rending sound tore through the rain clouds.

She was losing.

Kaaaaang!
A dramatic, lightning-like impact slammed down on Han Sooyoung. Relying on her spirit and skill, she held on. Yoo Jonghyuk spoke.
«It appears you are also aware of regression.»
«Are you surprised?»
«I anticipated it.»

Yoo Jonghyuk spoke without the slightest change in expression.
«Because there have been many peculiar individuals in this round.»

Strange guys. Han Sooyoung knew exactly whom he meant.
«Everyone claimed to know me.»

A sharp emotion was buried within his words. The fury of a regressor, hardened through countless repetitions, was intensifying.

[Incarnation ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’’s ‘Spiritual Soul Height Lv.10’ is activated!]

Black magical power swirled around the gravitational pull of his spear.
Han Sooyoung’s expression tightened at the sinister waveform of the energy.
The real fight started now.

Han Sooyoung took her chance and unleashed her own stories.
With a sound like the striking of a holy soul drum, the aura of the **Black Flame Dragon** surged around her. The area filled with her **[Earth and Soul Field]** and the concentrated power of **[Black Flame]** collided with his attack.

She was Han Sooyoung, and she was confident.
Even though Yoo Joonghyuk was a mighty martial artist, he should be no match for her.

Coo coo coo coo!
A wave of magic power blackened one entire section of the sky.
The first to be forced back was Han Sooyoung. Her face twisted in disgust as she choked down blood rising in her throat.

‘Nonsense.’
Regardless of the aftereffects of probability, she was someone who had witnessed the conclusion of the scenarios twice.
The Yoo Jonghyuk hovering in the sky was only from the 41st round.
So how was this possible?

「 «Don’t underestimate me in the 41st round.» 」
The advice from her fellow regressor came to her a moment too late.
「 «It’s only the 41st round, so what?» 」
「 «His character may be different.» 」

This world was not even recorded in **Ways of Survival**.
In a way, it was a world line that the writer Han Sooyoung did not truly know.
Yoo Jonghyuk had lived a life across 41 rounds that no one had documented.
And that Yoo Jonghyuk was speaking.

«Do you know me as well?»
Han Sooyoung bit her lip.

「 She said, «You are the one who sent Shin Yoosoung to the past because you thought you couldn’t do it alone. How strong can a guy who gave up so easily be?» 」
「 «That’s the problem.» 」
「 «What?» 」
「 «There is no way I could have collapsed that much in only the 41st round.» 」

Han Sooyoung looked at Yoo Jonghyuk. He was a testament to the story engraved into his entire being.
That story was proof of his existence.
A slow, chilling sensation traveled down Han Sooyoung’s spine.

「 «In that world line, I have given up on the possibility of the next round. I probably saw a despair that I couldn’t overcome no matter how hard I tried. I concluded that I, who can return on my own, cannot see the end without sending Shin Yoosoung to another world line.» 」

Looking into Yoo Jonghyuk’s eyes, Han Sooyoung thought about the nature of a regressor.
The world regresses, but the regressor remains.
The regressor’s soul continues to age and memories pile up.
A heart burdened with weariness and sickness.
Unending depression and madness.
Han Sooyoung knew this too.

Regression was not a curse an ordinary human could withstand, and Yoo Jonghyuk was no ordinary human.
A mentality of steel and an unshakable spirit. Yoo Jonghyuk was a person whose strength could not be described so simply.
A protagonist crafted to endure a total of 1,863 regressions.

「 «If I made such an extreme judgment in only the 41st round.» 」
The ‘main character’ had abandoned his future in just the 41st round. And he had tethered that future to his past self.
「 «That guy did his best to the point where he couldn’t survive his next life.» 」

«It seems you don’t know.»
A story manifested.
It was an endlessly corrosive and ominous story, its origin and acquisition a mystery.
Han Sooyoung thought:
He is truly powerful. It’s difficult to believe this is only the 41st round. He feels stronger than any other ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’ she had encountered past the fourth scenario.
If she utilized the story of **Kim Dokja Company**, she could win. But if she did that…

[The **<Star Stream>** is reacting to your choices.]

This time, the probability governing this world would not forgive her.

Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
As Yoo Jonghyuk’s sword shot forward, Han Sooyoung swung her own to meet it.
Once, twice, three times.
With every clash of spear and sword, the sound of her grip fraying echoed.
Her blood flowed and her nerves grew numb, bit by bit.

A fourth time.
Han Sooyoung finally lost her sword.
**’Unbreakable Faith’** shattered and fell to the ground.

In that moment of vulnerability,
Yoo Jonghyuk did not hesitate. As if erasing her from this world, Yoo Jonghyuk thrust his spear outward in a cold, efficient motion.
A deliberate blow aimed at her heart.

Han Sooyoung glanced down at the wound as if in disbelief, then lifted her gaze to Yoo Joonghyuk.
That should have been the end.
It was a fatal injury that required no second strike.

The moment Yoo Joonghyuk retrieved his spear, Han Sooyoung had vanished.
«It hurts, you bastard.»

A voice came from behind him.
Startled, Yoo Joonghyuk immediately tried to swing his spear backward.
«Do you know how much memory is lost when an avatar dies?»

Two small, soft hands closed around his head.

Tsutsutsutsuchut!
A brilliant spark and a terrible shock overwhelmed Yoo Jonghyuk’s mind. His entire body shuddered like an aspen tree, unable to withstand the aftershock.
The story flowing from Han Sooyoung’s hands drilled directly into Yoo Jonghyuk’s consciousness.

「 «The stronger the guy, the heavier the weight of his despair.» 」
This was what her colleague had told her.
「 «Probably, he will easily sink to just one feather.» 」

Han Sooyoung understood the weakness of a regressor burdened by profound despair better than anyone.

[The giant story, **’Kim Dokja’s Company’** begins.]

Her stomach churned and her body trembled as if electrified.
«What do happy memories taste like, you bastard?»

Memories of **<Kim Dokja Company>** poured from her fingertips.
「 «Why is that kid so good at cooking?» 」
Memories of her and Kim Dokja stealing and eating Yoo Jonghyuk’s dishes.
Memories of a picnic where all of <Kim Dokja’s Company> gathered. In their story, which was still unfinished, the Kim Dokja she remembered was speaking.
「 «Next time, let’s bring more beef.» 」

Han Sooyoung stared blankly at the story. That such a time had ever existed now felt unreal.
A person who could only exist within sentences.
The stories that were undeniably her memories now felt like lies from a novel penned by another.

Han Sooyoung smiled, looking at Yoo Jonghyuk’s eyes, which had gone white.
«I’m about to die of happiness.»

Happiness. As she spoke the word, Han Sooyoung tilted her head slightly.
What was that?
Was it because the avatar had died and cost her some memories? Han Sooyoung couldn’t immediately recall the meaning of that word. Perhaps that wasn’t all she had lost.
However, she trusted Han Sooyoung.

[The constellation **’Lotus Flower Blooming Under the Moonlight’** is watching you.]

Her companion who would remember those words for her.
「 «I told you I’d try to persuade you. Are you ready to be persuaded?» 」
She would find a writer to inscribe her story for her.
«You damn son of a bitch.»

Han Sooyoung finally understood her own actions, muttering a phrase she would never normally use.
Every writer was first a reader, and Han Sooyoung was no different.
She was curious about the story he would create. After all that hardship, he had returned to this world, and the tale he wished to tell was—

[The constellation ‘Lotus Flower Blooming Under the Moonlight’ looks at you with sad eyes.]

So she had stopped Yoo Jonghyuk.
[The constellation **’Sneaky Schemer’** bows his head.]

She had acted on her own, without consulting the other members of <Kim Dokja’s Company>.
«You think so too, Yoo Jonghyuk?»

She knew her choice could unravel all their carefully laid plans.
Taking a shallow breath, Han Sooyoung heaved the stunned Yoo Jonghyuk over her shoulder.
She didn’t have much time left.
Yoo Jonghyuk would awaken soon.
In the meantime, she had to destroy the **’Absolute Throne’**.
Only then would this scenario conclude.

「 But there was something she didn’t know. 」

Han Sooyoung suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her hand stand on end.
A deafening sound echoed, like the strange noise of an enormous scale tipping over somewhere.
Han Sooyoung realized instantly what was occurring. She had participated in this scenario from other floating ships; while she expected her interference to cause an anomaly, she never anticipated the backlash would take this form.

Probability was running wild.
Han Sooyoung’s mouth fell open. She knew this sensation well.
«The **’Great Hall’** opens.»

A massive hole was tearing open in the black, swirling sky beyond.

[The gods of this world have noticed your presence!]
[The scales of probability are in equilibrium.]

The owner of the **’Absolute Throne’** was making an appearance from beyond the **’Great Hall of the Sky’**.