episode_0100

I opened the beer can with a feeling of déjà vu.

After moving from one single room to another, I moved into an apartment with the help of my older brother.

It was the first day.

All old residential complexes follow the same procedure: first people move out, then shops move out. Meanwhile, churches opened one by one.

Before you know it, there are dozens of neon crosses that light up every night. There will be no separate cemetery.

Dozens of them.

Cemetery.

Time rewinds.

My recent dreams have been strange.

This was after becoming a librarian at the Infinite Library.

As invisible things became visible, completely new information was mixed in my mind, and stories that may or may not be true or false appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

A new time and an unfamiliar world line. However, the librarian’s authority is still maintained.

If it is a space where I can be conscious and act, it will always be with me.

‘stop.’

Unlike usual, the dream does not end.

I feel my body and mind weakening.

The use of authority comes with a backlash.

The body that had endured several rounds of recoil seemed as if it would crumble into powder at any moment.

For now, I have no choice but to go with the flow.

Again, from the beginning.

I raise my head and look around at the world that surrounds me.

While ruminating on memories of the past that could not be erased.

‘I am not a genius.’

There was venom in this sentence.

Although I had no talent or had vague talent, I couldn’t give up.

Little by little, step by step, I moved forward and lifted my body to a better place.

There was also something lost.

My wrists often became sore and I couldn’t even sit on a chair properly.

A broken body. But my heart was full.

My brother is standing in front of me smiling.

“Still, I am so glad that it has come out now. If I had known this would happen, I would have told you not to hit me. ”

The surroundings had suddenly changed. It was not a shabby apartment, but a living room with wide windows and sunlight.

Next to the air conditioner in the corner, a life-size portrait of a character I drew is proudly displayed.

“My friend’s son said he sees yours too. They asked me to get an autograph from writer Dabin Lim?”

I looked at my brother in front of me with a confused face.

This is the story of my success with webtoons.

That’s not why I was surprised.

No matter how unlikely the story is, the world line in which it is realized exists. It means that someone came up with it.

My brother, who was laughing heartily, changes his expression.

He looked around with a perfect expressionless expression and let out a short sigh.

“This won’t work.”

My brother took a pistol out of his pocket and pointed it at his temple.

“Brother.”

“… … .”

“What is it?”

The ceiling trembled with the ensuing roar.

The bullet achieved its intended purpose, but the next incident does not occur.

The story itself was falling apart.

“Of course it’s your brother. But you were originally a man.”

“What?”

“I was confused for a moment as to why they asked me to change it. This look suits me better. I like it.”

“What on earth… … .”

My brother is tapping his temple where the bullet passed through.

My finger goes in and out of the hole where not a single drop of blood comes out.

The flooring collapses, exposing the concrete inside.

The walls and ceiling turn black and disappear.

“What… … .”

I couldn’t say anything more.

My brother, who has a hole in his head, sits on the floor and wriggles.

[Foundation Name: Programming Pill]

– You can enter the function of the pill.

– Side effects are determined depending on the function. The better the function of the drug, the greater the side effects.

– Currently entered function:

… …

Perhaps because it was processed separately, there were no noticeable side effects.

The original efficacy of the medicine can be known without having to read it.

Because I could see it right in front of my eyes.

My brother, who now has a fairly high voice, opens his mouth and speaks.

“I guess you can see this.”

“… … Yes.”

“Good job.”

Surrounding objects are transformed into information and then disappear.

Not a material collapse, but a collapse at the information level.

The word “table” on the table.

The word ‘clock’ appears on the clock.

Letters are pulled out and slowly begin to disintegrate.

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Yuㄹ ㅣ ㅍ ㅏ

Con k ㅡ ri ㅌ ㅡ ㅈ ㅗ each

Everything was turning black and disappearing.

However, this is only a scene visible to the librarian. To others, it is just a disaster for no reason.

I guess I’ll have to watch the end of the world without even knowing what’s going on.

Looking at the indigo-bruised sky outside the window, I asked.

“Did you do it?”

“Which one? End of the world? Or suddenly… … .”

“You know.”

At that moment, the building tilted significantly.

“No.”

The unfamiliar woman answered.

“You know.”

For a moment, the rear window broke and her dick fell under the balcony.

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Everything is gone.

[World Line■■■■■: Fragment viewing completed.]

I was back in the black background.

The world of unconsciousness.

Above the black wave that lifts the body, there is a star symbolizing reality.

In reality, my body lies unconscious, and when I reach that star, I open my eyes.

I slowly measured the distance. Even the speed of the waves and the faintness of the starlight.

There was enough time to think over my thoughts.

one. My older brother has some connection to the foundation.

two. My brother used some kind of method to reverse my gender.

three. Although it is only a circumstantial assumption, the purpose of all these actions is to prevent the end of the world.

In other words, the purpose of the foundation and mine is the same. At least my brother and I have the same goal.

I can’t believe my brother was such a key person.

I couldn’t remember it at all.

Because in my memories, my brother was a very ordinary person.

A person who works at an ordinary company, gets married normally, and raises children normally.

But other than that, I know less about my brother than I thought.

When I thought about it, it was like that.

Because of the large age difference, we didn’t have many opportunities to overlap each other’s interests.

Even if he openly worked at the foundation, I wouldn’t have known. Of course, if that had really been the case, it would have been completely hidden.

… … The important things are organized separately.

Now it is time to deal with the content from a slightly broader perspective.

Starting with ‘Delete of the World Line’, which I just saw.

It’s a bit of a bittersweet story, but it was impossible for me to succeed with webtoons.

I’m not talking about lack of talent.

Luck, effort, surrounding circumstances, the latest trends in the webtoon world, etc. likewise have no effect.

The decisive factor lies at a much higher level.

seven.

The ending just now was also his fault.

It is an anomaly of multiverse proportions and the greatest threat to the Wanderer’s Library, where I serve as librarian.

The main characteristic of the seven is to devour one narrative layer and return it to nothingness.

My goal naturally becomes to stop him.

Even though you are unconscious, your smartphone is still in your pocket.

I turned on my smartphone and made a call.

“Hey,”

“Uh huh?”

Before I could even speak, a voice full of astonishment attacked me.

The other person is such an unexpected person that you can’t help but laugh even though the situation is serious.

“Did you know you could make a sound like this?”

The person who answered the phone was AI.

This is a guy who usually shows almost no expression and only has a dry voice.

But this time, he must have been really embarrassed and stuttered for words.

“Oh, no. Dabin. How.”

“Why. I called because I had a phone.”

“Wait. I’ll tell others first.”

This is the reaction I expected.

I expected everything, even what the AI said after a while.

“Dabin. Are you still there?”

“Uh.”

“I tried to talk to other people, but it didn’t work out. My memory suddenly disappeared and I couldn’t speak.”

“Okay. I guess so.”

Information here cannot be passed on to other people.

The only thing that can communicate with me now is AI.

“But why am I the only one who can answer the phone?”

“You really don’t remember?”

“Yes.”

I put the phone away and cleared my throat for a moment.

“Say you’re Davin Maman right now.”

“Yes?”

I was embarrassed for a moment. The AI soon followed my orders.

“Dabin… … Damn… … ?”

“You understand now, right?”

The body used by AI was not simply created with my own strength.

I had to borrow [Librarian Manager Tool], a program that helps library management.

This means that the program that follows my commands is now fused into its body.

In addition to being able to forcefully issue orders, it is also possible to receive help in library management or information retrieval.

An integrated system that helps you easily manage and search the library’s books.

Of course, it is also possible to contact them separately through this system.

“It’s a system.”

“That’s right.”

I’m glad we have this, but other people must be really worried.

Out of disappointment, I dipped my hand beneath the surface of the water.

White foam rises on the black waves.

After thinking about it for a while, I asked the AI.

“What are other people doing?”

“I’m moving in the elevator right now. Davin I’m trying to find a floor to treat.”

“What?”

For a moment, I thought my heart was going to sink.

“The first person I see. Didn’t you meet people who said they came from some foundation!?”

“We met.”

“… … .”

“You said something important late.”

“I’m sorry.”

I really thought everything was ruined.

According to the future I have confirmed, I have no choice but to meet with an assistant from the foundation.

Even though I knew it, I was surprised by it.

“Then, Sister Serim. Are you worried a lot?”

“Yes. Everyone is very worried that Dabin will die.”

“I won’t die.”

“We will try our best.”

“No. The story is set that way.”

This too is the flow of fate.

A piece of thread that is tough and strong and never breaks.

“So you can rest assured. Please just do it to yourself.”

“Okay.”

“If I see other people being too worried, I can at least reassure them even if I can’t tell them about myself.”

“Yes. I will try.”

He’s a very quiet guy, so I didn’t expect much from him.

It’s somehow special to answer with a solemn voice.

“Then, Yebin.”

“Yes? Who are you?”

“Yebin. It’s your name. How about it?”

I don’t have much skill in coming up with names, it’s just something my mom told me.

Yebin Lim. They say it was the name I would have been given if I were a girl.

I was worried because I didn’t know if he would like it, but the sound of his breathing full of emotion came through on the other end of the phone.

“… … great. Very.”

If I had known you would like it this much, I would have done it a long time ago.

For some reason, I even feel sorry.

“Then help me organize my thoughts for a moment.”

“What should I do?”

I smiled and adjusted my phone.

“Just listen to what I explain.”

There are seven narrative layers, down to the last surviving story.

It is too large a volume to organize alone.

It’s easier to get someone to listen to you and talk it out verbally.

First of all, let’s talk about the narrative layer.

“Yebin. Do you know about the goddess of fate?”

“Uh… … .”

“Don’t just like it when people call you by your name.”

When I hit the nail on the head, the guy smiles shyly.

Yebin corrects her voice again and answers.

“Three goddesses of fate. It appears in Greek mythology.”

“That’s right. What do those gods do?”

“We spin the thread and weave the cloth.”

It is said that the three goddesses of fate always sit in front of the loom and weave fabric.

The fabric created soon becomes destiny.

It is unclear whether the creators of the myth knew about the narrative layer.

“The description layer is also similar.”

The descriptive layer is a fabric.

Within it, numerous stories are intertwined in a tight network.

“If the narrative layer is the fabric, then the threads are the stories.”

Events that actually happened. Possibilities that did not come true.

All of these are ‘stories’ above the narrative layer.

A fabric of fate in which all feasible narratives are woven.

The fabric is thinner and finer than expected, so it tears easily even at the slightest change, but it never completely breaks into pieces and falls off.

The higher the probability, the more likely an event will actually occur, the thicker and stronger the thread.

Above all, events that have already occurred are never cut off.

Even if all other possibilities are eliminated, a few threads survive unbroken and hold the fabric together.

“But what if you bring fire to it?”

“It will all burn up. No matter how strong it is.”

“That’s right. That’s why the existence of ‘seven’ is fatal.”

‘Seven’ is like a fire that burns the narrative class.

No matter how strong the thread is, it burns and disappears, leaving behind only a pile of ashes that contain no information.

“Seven.”

Yebin repeats quietly.

“I think I’ve heard it before.”

“When inside the Foundation server?”

“Yes.”

“How were you out back then?”

“They said it was a potential threat. So I said there was no need to react right now, just keep an eye on it.”

“It’s different now.”

The fire spread to the narrative level where we were.

Other world lines. All the stories and possibilities were reduced to ashes.

The only thread left now is a single story named [Ghostam Apartment Survival Diary].

This is why I can be sure of my fate.

Because all other possibilities have been destroyed.

“Yebin.”

“Yes.”

“A sentence that comes to mind right now. Can you tell me?”

I borrowed Yebin’s voice.

[New information has been added to the Ghostam Apartment survival log.]