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Honestly, I thought that Xiang Yu’s popularity would plummet after the second half of “Farewell My Concubine” was performed.

No matter what excuses he makes, it is an undeniable fact that Xiang Yu has ruined his great undertaking by constantly committing trolling.

So, in return, the popularity of the winner, Liu Bang, rose, and Xiang Yu thought he would be treated as a loser… …

… … Surprisingly, my prediction was only half right.

‘It’s true that breasts’ popularity has risen.’

The tenacity to not give up while facing the monster known as the Western Clan King, the tolerance and inclusiveness that contrast with the increasingly vicious Xiang Yu, and even a not-so-bad military talent.

Because the final winner, Yoo Bang, was quite an attractive character.

But Xiang Yu’s popularity did not decline.

On the contrary, the popularity of the franchise called itself has skyrocketed like crazy.

“Eight! Win the swordsmanship! Taste the fear of the fetus!”

“Refreshing General! Unleash the Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation! Don’t let Xiang Yu go!”

“Huh? What? So we’re the real country?”

“Hey! I hate the sucking method! You’re a great general!”

A common sight on the streets are children imitating the martial arts of .

They split into factions and swing their branches around vigorously, imitating the forces of the Chu-Han conflict.

If at the time of the first half, all children admired Xiang Yu, now it was noticeable that they were choosing factions based on their tastes.

Meanwhile, the same song was always playing in every alley.

Various theme songs from martial arts films that resonate brightly in the capital city, regardless of location.

While children imitated the war and played along, adults enjoyed the play by following its melodies.

“The spirit stands against the rough waves, and the boiling blood in my heart is hotter than that red sun~♬”

“Isn’t it true that only heaven knows who will win and who will lose anyway~♫”

The song “Nam-a-dang-ja-gang”, which reminds us of Xiang Yu’s exploits, became a work song sung at workplaces.

The song Changhae Ilseongso, which brings to mind the end of Xiang Yu, has become a song to hum while drinking after work.

The song “Dawn Bulyo-rae” sung by Woo-hee was reborn as a congratulatory song sung when tying the knot, wishing for a destined marriage.

Even the cultural influence of did not end there.

“Checkmate!”

“Kyaaak, no way! I never thought I’d lose to Hanwang in a game!”

Chess, a game that people from other worlds have enjoyed from time to time, but has not been particularly popular.

A new game has appeared that has been modified by applying the skin under an official license.

‘If it’s a chess version of Chohanji, isn’t it just Janggi?’

This is what I thought when I received a business proposal and decided to produce a new board game called .

I was skeptical about how successful it would be since they were just going to change the appearance of the item and sell it anyway.

… … But the finished product was creative in a very strange way, far beyond my expectations.

“I will summon Han Xin, the unrivaled national leader, with the Commander Card! Now, Han’s attack power points have increased by 500 points!”

“Hahaha, you ridiculous guy! Then I’ll summon Fan Zeng with the Scholar card and Zhong Li Mae with the General card and end my turn! With this, the defense points of the state of Chu also increased by 300 points!”

“You idiots! No matter who you summon, you can’t beat this fraudulent card! Come out, King Yeongjeong! Use the Absorption Technique to suck out your enemies’ life points for immortality!”

A rule that mixes in a card battle format to utilize the colorful heroes in the play.

It is a card that is sold with special cards that affect strategy, such as Zhang Liang, Fan Kuai, Yong Ju, Hang Liang, and Qin Shi Huang.

Thanks to this, the board game was born as a mixture of Yu-Gi-Oh and chess, which makes modern people naturally exclaim, “What a horrible hybrid this is!”

‘But then again, the popularity is incredible.’

Compared to chess, which was enjoyed only by some nobles, the board game was more accessible to the general public.

The gameplay is more intuitive than it looks, the method of devising strategies is surprisingly easy to understand, and there are even a lot of cards included to make the game even more fun.

Therefore, it has become common sense that every bar, club, and even every home should have at least one board game.

“How dare you insult me! This is a duel! Draw your cards!”

“Okay! It’s a match!”

“Patient. Very serious addiction to the game Farewell My Concubine.”

“Huh. That’s funny. Prove it with a game, Senator.”

“Assistant? Bring me the game board.”

In fact, it is a board game that has become a new type of folk game, like or .

A society of addicts has arrived, united by in leisure, gambling, and conflict resolution.

But honestly, these were just medicine.

There was one situation that really embarrassed me.

“You are the famous playwright Phantom. It is truly an honor to meet you.”

“Ah, yes. I, I am honored. So, your name is… … ”

“My name is Mir. I am the leader of the delegation sent by the Emperor of the World Tree to trade with the West.”

Once with the elven-style lottery, and once with the human-style handshake.

An elven nobleman dressed in silk introduces himself, exchanging greetings politely.

Then he turned his head, looked at Professor Gabi next to me, and spoke gently.

“The people who left for the sake of the harmony of the two races have arranged such a wonderful cultural exchange. I am truly amazed, Miss Gabi. I am sure the Emperor would be proud.”

“You are too kind, Mir-kong. The girl was merely an advisor, and Farewell My Concubine is entirely the work of the great writer Phantom.”

The place that Professor Gabi and I are currently visiting is none other than the Clausewitz Palace.

The craze of that shook up the entire capital with its limited edition performance.

The elven delegation, who had been watching this with interest, requested to see the Phantom.

“Mir-gong, why exactly did you want to meet me? I am just a playwright.”

“A mere playwright? You are being too humble, Lord Phantom.”

Mir smiled meaningfully at my question. Then he looked straight at me and made a serious suggestion.

“Your work is a masterpiece even from an elf’s perspective. No, it’s the opposite. There are hidden contexts here and there that only elves can properly understand. You systematically incorporated Eastern culture and thought so well that I even wondered for a moment if you were a half-elf born and raised in the East.”

“Ahahaha… … ”

“So, I would like to take this opportunity to formally propose to you.”

Bam! Mir said, snapping his fingers and calling the elf servants waiting behind him.

Then the servant came carrying a heavy chest, picked the lock with a key, and showed me what was inside.

100 million?!

At that moment, I was so shocked that I froze in place.

Gold and silver ingots are common ingots that appear in martial arts novels and comics.

The precious metals engraved in the shape of horseshoes were shining brightly.

Mir revealed his feelings by pointing to it with his hand.

“Please sell the copyright of the script for Farewell My Concubine to our delegation. I want to return to the World Tree and show everyone the story.”

“, yes?”

“Don’t worry, this is just a gesture of good faith.”

A stammered answer, momentarily stunned.

Mir smiled, perhaps interpreting this as a sign of embarrassment, and snapped his fingers again.

Then, this time, another servant approached holding a white porcelain flask.

“This is the finest liquor made from 200-year-old ginseng. Its market price alone is equivalent to the price of several mansions. Its flavor is as profound as that of a celestial product, and it is said to be very effective in increasing the yang energy of all men.”

… … Increase the yang energy of all men?

“It means it’s good for your stamina, author.”

“I, I know too.”

The professor playfully laughs and walks away after whispering something.

Embarrassed, I quickly cleared my throat and turned my gaze towards Mir.

‘So, to put it simply, you want to purchase the remake rights?’

Of course, you can ask for it if you want.

Although it is minimal compared to modern times, the concept of copyright exists in this world as well.

Moreover, it is common on Earth for masterpieces to be adapted here and there across borders.

To put it simply, didn’t Korean films like and take a similar route?

Still, it was difficult to accept the delegation’s proposal.

“You’re spending this much money just to buy one scenario? Isn’t that too much?”

“What are you talking about? Aren’t you a regular warrior candidate, not an ordinary playwright?”

Mir responds with a look of absurdity.

He said, looking at the orichalcum medal on my chest.

“What our elves hate the most is not paying the proper price for the masterpieces of a master. Do you really need to lower the value of a warrior candidate just to save some money? If you do that, you won’t be able to show your face under the World Tree.”

“A masterpiece by a master… …? Excuse me, but do you really know the story of Farewell My Concubine? The main character goes up against the sacred World Tree, umm… … ”

The adaptation of the assassination of the first emperor as the burning of the world tree was simply a consideration to reduce the shock to the ‘human’ audience.

On the other hand, from the perspective of the ‘elf’, it is nothing more than an act of immorality that would be enough to grab the back of one’s neck and fall over foaming at the mouth.

But you want to take such a ridiculous script to the World Tree and perform it?

“The world will return to its natural course only when the righteous rule. ”

But there was no change in Mir’s expression.

Instead, he put on a much more upright expression and hammered the nail in with a firm tone.

“When the wrongdoers gain power, their self-righteousness causes sorrow to all the people of the world. This is the providence of the World Tree. However, these days, more and more elves are forgetting their duty and are only seeking great power. They are unaware of the tragedy that their stubbornness and arrogance are causing.”

“… … ”

“There are many plays in the land of the elves, but I have never seen a narrative that perfectly captures the boundaries of power obsession as much as Farewell My Concubine. The descriptions of burying 200,000 people alive and burning the World Tree are shocking, of course. But isn’t it sometimes necessary to use unconventional means to teach a lesson?”

Did the elves lack the talent to create stories since they are from another world? There has never been a better narrative than Farewell My Concubine.

By the way, sometimes a break is necessary to imprint a teaching.

Considering that the elves’ ideology was similar to Confucianism, it wasn’t necessarily an unnatural reaction.

Contrary to modern prejudices, Confucianism is a discipline that is both old-fashioned and flexible in its thinking.

Of course, he deliberately collected biographies of tyrants and rebuked their good and bad deeds one by one through the mouths of his subordinates.

Why else would Mencius openly advocate a theory of revolution that would lead to a rebellion, saying, “Even a king who is a tyrant should be punished!”?

“And don’t worry. As I said before, I’ll add enough dramatization.”

Mir smiled kindly and spread his fingers as if counting numbers.

“Han King Liu Bang, the great general Han Xin, the Three Heroes of Han, Zhang Liang and Xiao He, the King of Jiujiang, Ying Bu, etc. Aren’t there also characters with their own charms and personalities? If you sell the copyright, we plan to change Farewell My Concubine from the story of Xiang Yu as an individual to a troupe of heroes.”

… … An oriental-style ensemble drama that focuses on everyone, including Yoo Bang, Han Shin, Zhang Liang, Xiao He, and Yeong Bu?

It’s strange. Why does this feel so familiar?

“That’s a good idea. But then the limited title “Farewell My Concubine” wouldn’t fit the work anymore.”

“Of course. As the structure changes, the title should naturally change as well. I’m already thinking about a suitable working title. In the end, the gist is that the Chu and Han dynasties are fighting for world hegemony… … ”

He trembled for a moment, then suddenly took on a cheerful expression.

Then he turned to me and asked with a rather pleasant attitude.

“The story of Chu Han. How about calling it Chu Han Ji (志) in short, Phantom Lord?”

“… … ”

“Hmm? Why are you like that?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Oh my god. I never thought the original Chohanji would be resurrected in this world in this way.

Eventually I agreed to sell the remake rights to the delegation.

The theme of is that ‘the world can never be ruled by force alone.’

It was difficult to refuse the earnest request to present this in our home country.

And for this, they also revealed TMI about the characters one by one, pretending that it was a setting that was omitted from the performance.

For example, the uprising of Zhang Liang and Changhai Liao, who attempted to assassinate Qin Shi Huang.

Like the miserable fate of Han Xin, Peng Yue, and Ying Bu, who were killed after the unification of the country.

‘Will the elf audience curse the Empress Dowager and Liu Bang who killed Gongsin, or will they curse Han Xin, whose worldly skills were the worst of the worst?’

Well, either way, it’s already out of my hands.

The judgment of right and wrong is entirely up to the viewer.

I’m sure the debate on the legitimacy of the Tosagu Peng will take care of itself.

“Thank you for your hard work, Phantom Author.”

Professor Gabi opens his mouth in a friendly tone as he leaves the palace.

As the guards opened the main gate, he quietly slipped through and spoke.

“You’ve worked really hard. I have somewhere to go, so I’ll be heading back now.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Professor. Please take a look and be careful.”

“Oh, right!”

The professor was about to turn his back after greeting us.

She turned back to the road and added subtly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise. At least I’m the type of person who never says anything twice.”

“Yes?”

A promise?

“Excuse me, what promise are you talking about? Did you make a separate promise with me?”

“Huh, well? What do you think?”

Professor Gabi just smiles instead of giving a clear explanation.

She concluded her speech with her purple eyes shining meaningfully.

“Please think carefully about what you promised, author. Then I’ll leave now.”

So the professor left without providing any further explanation.

Leaving me standing there, dumbfounded, at the entrance to the palace.

“What is it?”

You’re suddenly saying things I don’t understand. It just makes me feel awkward.

Anyway, now I think I’ve seen everything there is to see in the palace.

Just as I was about to quickly return to the dorm and take a deep nap,

Suddenly, a large man like a bear came walking towards us from the other side.

“Excuse me. Are you the author of the Phantom, the candidate for the Warrior of the Pen?”

“Yes? Yes, that’s right.”

“Nice to meet you. My name is Bernhard, a close associate of His Royal Highness Prince Wolfgang.

When I nodded in agreement, a large man came up to me and said,

“His Highness the Prince would like to see you for a moment. Please give me a moment of your time.”

Meanwhile, at the same time. A secluded empty space with a rock split into a cross.

Crack! Crack!

Boom, bang-!!

“Gasp, ugh… … !”

Maya, who had been swinging her sword madly, fell to her knees and sat on the ground.

After watching the second half of , she came here every day and swung her sword.

I became so frustrated that I couldn’t pinpoint the exact cause that I devoted myself to training like crazy.

He dug into the solid ground with his sword aura.

In a fit of anger, he cut down a huge tree that would not fall even after a hundred blows to the tree.

But no matter how much you practice swordsmanship, the emotions in your heart will not go away.

A burning, stinging pain, as if a sharp awl had been stuck in her heart, tormented her constantly.

“… … ”

Unable to diagnose his own condition, he bit his lip while holding the hilt of the famous sword, Mannyeonbing.

“You were here, Maya.”

A warm, familiar voice was heard right next to me.

The voice of Gabi, the old teacher who kicked himself out because his opinions differed.