Ch.337It’s been a really long time.

Looking at the script on the table, all sorts of thoughts ran through my mind.

“Is it trendy these days to continue sequels?”

Batman, then Joker, Iron Man.

And now John Wick.

Somehow it feels like work is suddenly piling up endlessly.

‘I should be grateful that so many people are seeking me out.’

I muttered to myself.

‘Immersion.’

Whoosh!

I entered the world of <Working Title-New Bullet>.

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Bang clang clang.

Bang clang clang.

Bang clang clang.

“…My ears are about to split open, not just hurt.”

Why do people beg, pay money, and make such a fuss over this stuff?

Hack, ptui.

The phlegm I spit toward the ground unfortunately bounces off a stone and splashes a bit on my shoes.

When luck is bad, it’s really this bad.

Admiring this creative misfortune.

Chuckle.

‘Sigh.’

The man roughly rubs the front of his shoe on the gravel and moves on.

“Oh, heavenly gods! Oh sky! Amutsaratte namumaureh orochaitah om!!!”

Strange sounds become clearer as I approach.

From a religious perspective, it’s like speaking in tongues.

A mysterious phenomenon where one speaks a foreign language guided by some spiritual power.

“Foreign language my ass, then what foreign language is this bastard speaking? Something from Mars?”

Why do people give money to this guy?

Can’t they see he’s obviously a fraud?

These supposedly educated people, after studying so hard and becoming successful, end up giving thousands to a fake pretending to be a shaman.

Would their parents have wanted this? I wonder, but then:

“Oh, Shaman, Spirit, our child really needs to go to the Seoul branch this time. Oh… please help our child’s prosecutor career…!”

Seeing parents begging alongside their children, the man’s lips tightened.

‘Ah, this bastard is running scams on entire families.’

I knew he wasn’t ordinary, but to this extent?

The man mentally applauded the fake shaman whose face he hadn’t even properly seen yet.

They say someone will make it big, make it big.

I didn’t know he’d make it this big.

Muttering that.

The man sat in a corner, waiting for the current ritual to end.

Then.

“Mom! That person!! Foreigner! Big nose!”

“…”

A child pointed at the foreigner they were seeing for the first time.

But he just endured it.

‘I lived in Korea when I was 15 and had dual citizenship… then moved to America… no, why am I explaining this?’

He was tired of giving detailed explanations.

Should I hand out business cards every time I get treated like a clown in a movie?

Anyway, after waiting for some time.

Tap.

Suddenly, with the sensation of cold metal touching the back of his neck.

“Why are you here? To cause trouble?”

“Me? How could I cause you trouble? If you died, I’d be the one in trouble.”

You bastard.

As soon as the man finished his answer.

Swoosh.

The cold sensation disappears as if it had been waiting.

What he thought was a gun barrel was just an ordinary small iron bar without a pair.

Of course, the fact that it was in that guy’s hand made it far from ordinary.

“Long time no see, hyung.”

And the words that followed.

The man’s gaze turned at those words.

The first thing visible is a mask covering the entire face.

No, was it called a Hahoetal?

Was he wearing it for a mysterious effect?

He had explained it before, but I couldn’t remember clearly.

And below that, white mourning clothes.

The reason the loose sleeves don’t flutter in the wind is because.

Something heavy must be attached inside.

“Did Cheonjijang send you?”

“Yeah, the Continental contacted me. That’s why I came to see you.”

“If that’s the case, you should have contacted me in advance. I got tense when you showed up while I was working.”

“Tense… damn, as if you’d get tense.”

The shaman naturally sat down next to the man.

A casual movement despite getting dirt all over himself.

Watching this quietly, the man continued.

“What do they call you here? Besides that ‘Spirit’ nonsense.”

“Ah… well, Seoyul? Shin Seoyul.”

“Ha, are you using a trendy baby name as your alias?”

“I’m pretending to be possessed by a baby spirit this time.”

Crazy bastard.

The man looked at the shaman, no, Shin Seoyul.

How did such a talent for killing end up with this guy?

They say heaven is fair.

Looking at this, heaven wasn’t just fair but full of malice.

It concentrated all the malice that could be called a disaster into one human.

“Are you still Mac?”

“Yes, I’m still Mac.”

The Continental’s messenger, Mac, nodded.

“The masters of the great houses are looking for you. They seem to have an urgent task.”

“Masters my ass, they just happened to be born with silver spoons.”

“Your role is to take those spoons away.”

“So what? They’re calling me to headquarters to kill me?”

“That already failed. And recently, it failed even more spectacularly.”

At Mac’s words, Shin Seoyul removed his mask and revealed a bright smile.

‘Insanely handsome.’

Is this why everyone falls for his scams, with a face like that?

Keeping it hidden and then revealing it doubles the impact of his good looks.

Mac briefly appreciated Shin Seoyul’s appearance and.

Refocused on the conversation.

“Ah, that old man? He died, right?”

“Yes, he died. The great houses confirmed and guaranteed his death.”

“I wasn’t asking for the official position.”

“Even unofficially, it’s my duty to say he’s dead. And I personally think he’s dead too.”

It’s hard to believe that old man is really dead unless you see the body yourself.

Shin Seoyul recalled an assassin who had stood against the great houses.

How much fire the anger of a hitman who lost his family had caused.

Even now, thinking about that mafia’s son, he couldn’t help but admire his reckless courage.

“Now, shall we get to the point? Why did you come?”

“I came to deliver punishment for refusing the marker last time.”

“Ah… right, that happened.”

Marker.

A covenant made by blood oath.

A token of debt and.

Evidence of an obligation that must be fulfilled.

Shin Seoyul refused it.

To be precise, he asked them not to pull out the marker.

But if they could use it for something so trivial.

There would be no reason for markers to exist, so.

The great houses, the High Table, decided to punish Shin Seoyul.

“We wanted a reliable means, and you were one of them. Do you acknowledge this?”

“I acknowledge it.”

A brief moment of formal speech.

But his manner of speaking quickly changes back.

“But my opinion hasn’t changed. That old man isn’t someone who dies just because someone tries to kill him.”

A person bound by deep grudges and revenge.

Doesn’t die until they themselves are ready to die.

“What if I had gone to kill that old man? I would have died too, right? Or at least gotten some holes in my body. How many killers have died trying to take down that old man?”

Too many have died.

No matter how good the money is.

What’s the point of rushing in with the intention of killing John Wick?

In response to this lengthy answer.

Mac, thinking further conversation would be fruitless, handed over a piece of paper.

A scroll tied with what was obviously expensive silk.

As soon as it was untied, high-quality parchment unfurled with a pleasant scent.

“Shin Seoyul, fulfill the obligation you avoided by refusing back then.”

“Kill someone who’s already dead?”

“…That’s not it. You’ll understand if you read it.”

That’s true.

Shin Seoyul casually replied and turned his attention to the parchment.

The document, written in elegant cursive.

Despite the meticulously written text, the content itself was very simple.

“…Kill those under the hotel’s protection?”

“That’s right.”

“You’re telling me, who knows all too well what happens when you kill someone in neutral territory, to do this?”

“Yes, this is the final mercy from the great houses. If you refuse, immediately….”

“Immediately? What?”

Mac looked at Shin Seoyul, who was answering nonchalantly.

The loosely hanging sleeves of the mourning clothes and legs that somehow weren’t fluttering.

He thought they were sitting side by side having a leisurely conversation.

But this crazy assassin was already in combat stance.

“You know why I built my shaman house in the mountains, yet you do this.”

“…”

“If you’ve surrounded the mountain, you’ve got maybe five cars. People inside… two each, so about ten?”

Five guys preparing to ambush.

One on the roof, two behind me now.

Roughly one guy holding his breath on the floor.

With each word Shin Seoyul spoke.

Mac’s button twitched in response.

Everyone was listening through the radio.

They never thought their disguise would be so easily detected.

“Isn’t it the same whether I refuse here and kill everyone, or accept this and kill everyone later?”

“…It’s different.”

“How is it different?”

“We’ve already been burned once on that front, so even if you kill people in neutral territory, it won’t necessarily turn out the same way.”

“Oh, really?”

The conversation ended there.

Shin Seoyul immediately put a pistol from his sleeve into Mac’s mouth.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

Moving at a speed so fast you couldn’t tell when he moved.

Skillfully removing the safety from the gun, Shin Seoyul’s face still wore a smile.

“But you won’t tell me that method, right? Just… ‘it won’t turn out the same way,’ that’s all you’ll say.”

It’s not like I’ve only worked with you guys once or twice.

I foolishly put blood on a marker just to buy a Gangnam apartment.

Who would have known it would turn out like this?

Shin Seoyul’s self-talk, as if truly possessed, continued for a while.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But I decide when to start.”

As soon as Shin Seoyul accepted the request.

Whoosh!

The immersed world shattered.

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“…How is this so elaborate?”

I thought it was just a draft script.

Just as I was surprised by how extensively the world-building had been expanded.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

After a very long time.

-[Confirmed that script talent does not match current needs]

-[Downloading application ‘Tiger Possessed by Spirit’]

-[Additionally, due to matching with previous script <Archbone> and upcoming schedule <Super Bowl>]

-[Current American football skills deemed insufficient]

-[Downloading application ‘Eyeshield 21’]

Sims’ talent gifts continued.

“Eyeshield 21…”

I really enjoyed that one.

Does this mean I’ll be able to see the lines too?