The Genius Decided To Live An Ordinary Life [EN]: Chapter 335

The Genius is Ordinary – 335

Beginning (16)

Grrrrrrr.

Hey, can’t you go away?

I’m dying right now, so if you don’t want to die, get out of here!

“Your temper is still the same. I came a long way to see you, and you’re telling me to go away?”

‘Whoa, look at this guy? You understand me?’

General was startled and raised his head.

Sniff sniff.

Even if he can’t see, he can distinguish by smell. Whether it’s a good guy or a bad one.

But this guy doesn’t smell at all.

Then there’s only one conclusion.

‘You’re death. You’ve come to take me.’

“Hehehe. Not bad for a Saniel [a breed of dog in the story] to have such insight. But you’re wrong.”

‘Then what are you, you son of a bitch.’

“That’s right, just like his master, he speaks informally and curses? Such bad manners…”

‘What are you saying? You’re also speaking informally. Son Wangwang said that dogs are mirrors to each other, so the dog sounds that come must be the same as the dog sounds that go. Do you know what a mirror is? If you look at it, there’s another General inside it.’

“Saniel, let me ask you one thing. Do you want to live longer?”

‘Ah! I remember you! You asked me that before too.’

General remembers clearly.

It was when Son Wangwang was stroking General, who was feeding milk to Hongshi, who wasn’t even born yet.

Son Wangwang told General to live a long and healthy life while watching Hongshi grow up.

At that time, Son Wangwang’s shadow flickered and asked the same question.

– 【Saniel, do you want to live longer?】

– Grrrr. I don’t know? What am I supposed to do living longer than my pup?

– 【That’s unusual. For a Saniel, you have romance.】

– Grrrr. Even though I look like this, if you take away romance, I’m nothing, General. No dog lives longer than a human.

– 【You can live longer.】

– Grrrr. Then do it, you idiot.

– 【It’s impossible right now.】

– All talk.

– 【We’ll see…】

Hmm!

Ah, so it was that bastard!

So that’s why there was no smell?

Because he crawled out of the shadow?

“I can make you live longer.”

‘What about my pup? What about Gwangma? What about Bbomi? What about Cheonma?’

Ah, Old Man Cheonma is dead. Whine-.

“Is that your wish?”

‘It’s not a wish.’

“Hehe, it’s not a wish? Then what is your wish?”

‘I just want it to be that way, but it’s not a wish, you idiot. If it’s not, then know it’s not, why do you keep asking? I’m already dying, gasping for breath.’

He didn’t easily understand what a wish meant, so he just spouted nonsense.

General is a dog with strong pride, so he also knows how to insist.

“That’s what a wish is.”

Grrrr.

What an incredibly pretentious, odorless punk.

Something touched his head.

It wasn’t an actual touch, but someone was definitely touching General’s head.

His eyes cleared, his hearing became sharper, and his legs were full of strength.

As his sense of smell, sharpened like fangs, clearly caught Son Wangwang’s scent, his heart roared like a lion. Startled, he jumped up.

Woof woof!

His voice was also full of strength.

Hehe heck!

Dog-like resurrection!

“Hehe. Good boy. You will live as long as your master.”

‘When is that bastard going to die?’

“I don’t know. Fate is like that. Not knowing anything, and no one knowing anything. Nothing in the world is fixed, and nothing is impossible. That is fate.”

‘Don’t talk like you’re offering dog food and calling on the mountain spirit [a Korean shamanistic practice], and talk so I can understand!’

Hehe heck-.

Huh? Where did this odorless punk go?

I was definitely staring with both eyes open, but he disappeared.

Suddenly, it’s scary.

*

He ran wildly, following Son Wangwang’s scent.

Like in the old days, when they raced every day and were happy.

Excited by the stamina and running power that had returned to his prime, he wagged his tongue from side to side, running and running.

Huh? But the smell keeps moving.

Does this bastard use perfume?

A strange smell is mixed in.

But it’s definitely Son Wangwang’s scent.

That bastard’s scent is unique, so if General’s sense of smell is alive, he can find him anywhere!

Dada dada dak-.

General’s four legs became insanely fast.

Hehe heck-!

Finally! Arrival!

Woof! Woof!

Son Wangwang! General is here!

Huh? But it’s not a cliff-like building.

This isn’t the place, but why does Son Wangwang’s scent smell here?

“Oh my? General?”

What the hell.

It’s Hong Inging’s house!

The house where he first met Bbomi and made Hongshi.

But why does Son Wangwang’s scent smell from Hong Inging?

Sniff sniff.

General circled around Hong Inging, twitching his nose.

Woof! Woof!

Tell Son Wangwang to come out! I’m going to bite off that bastard’s balls!

“What? General came? It’s been a few days since he disappeared, and they said it’s a big deal in the countryside?”

“Look at this necklace, Mom. It has General’s name tag on it.”

“Really? But was General this young? He’s old and aged.”

What are you talking about, lady.

I’m not older than you!

“I guess so… His fur is as shiny as a lion’s.”

Hehe heck-.

General often hears that kind of thing.

General licked Hong Inging’s calf, which smelled strongly of Son Wangwang, and wagged his tail. That’s a nice leg.

“Mom-. I’m going to take General to my brother.”

“Okay, do that. He was very worried, so he’ll be happy. Don’t bother him because your brother has to exercise. Come early.”

“Yes-. Ehehehe-.”

Sniff sniff.

That’s strange.

Why does Hong Inging seem to like it more than General does?

***

“Oh my, General, you little rascal! Your brother was so worried about you, you rascal! Oh my-.”

Hehe heck-.

Son Wangwang is the best after all.

He’s saying ‘you rascal, that rascal’ and crying because he’s happy to see me.

Woof!

I’m happy to see you too, you son of a bitch!

“Brother, I’ll give him a bath.”

“Will you do that for me?”

“Yes. It’s fun to bathe a puppy.”

Grrrr.

Why don’t you ask General’s opinion!

“General, this isn’t the country house. Choose between taking a bath or sleeping on the roof.”

Son Wangwang is the best after all. He’s so kind, it’s really like a dog.

Hehe heck-.

I’m tired from coming a long way, and I want to sleep comfortably indoors too!

General scratched the front door with his front paws.

“Then you have to take a bath.”

Heehee-.

Damn it. It’s not a decision I like, but General acknowledges that condition.

“I’m going to go buy some feed and water, so Soojung, please do me a favor-.”

“Yes-, Ehehe-.”

Hong Inging’s laugh is very strange.

The smell of her laughter has changed.

Her body is also twisting. Does she need to pee?

Still, Hong Inging’s touch was delicate and soft.

“Oh my-. Good boy. Our General.”

That voice is so clear and pleasant.

Hehe heck-.

Yeah-, there. Oooo- it’s refreshing.

Filling his stomach with feed and rinsing his mouth with clean water makes him feel like he has the whole world.

He wanted to go outside, look at the night sky, and howl like a wolf, but he had to hold back.

Because if he goes out, he has to take a bath again.

General is a sly dog, so he knows that too.

This is a place to watch movies, this is a place to exercise, this is a place to take a bath, this is a place to eat, this is a place where Son Wangwang sleeps-.

Hmm! What is this smell?

He looked around Son Wangwang’s house, smelled it, and realized.

Hehe heck-.

Hong Inging’s scent is all over Son Wangwang’s dog house!

Analysis complete.

Where should I sleep…

Ah! That place would be good.

It’s called the entrance. The most similar sleeping environment to the country house.

He put Son Wangwang’s shoes down and buried his nose in Hong Inging’s shoes.

Sniff sniff.

Why does Son Wangwang’s scent smell from Hong Inging’s shoes too.

Oh, that dog-like bastard, did he lick Hong Inging’s toes?

Anyway, it’s a familiar smell.

Golong-.

*

Hup jup jup- hup jup jup-.

It’s late at night, what is this sound?

General woke up from the sound that stimulated his eardrums.

Hup jup jup- hup jup jup-.

Hehe heck-.

Son Wangwang, that pig-like bastard, is eating something alone!

General lowered his body as much as possible and moved to the place where the sound was heard.

Ttagak-.

Ah, the sound is coming from my toenails.

He put his toenails in as much as possible and slowly-, like a beast hunting a moth- slowly- slowly-.

“Soojung, your mother must be worried, so why don’t you go home now?”

“She’s probably already asleep, so what? And my mom doesn’t care whether I go out or come in. Just butter up the security guard uncles. Where can I go from Son Prison [a playful nickname for Son Wangwang’s house]! Come here!”

“Ah, I have to wake up early tomorrow to exercise and go to work-.”

“Do you want to be scolded?”

Hup jup jup- hup jup jup-.

Heck!

Son Wangwang is Hong Inging!

Isn’t he?

Heheck?

Hong Inging is Son Wangwang?

Isn’t she?

Are those guys eating each other?

Finally, the mystery of the smell has been solved!

General is an analytical dog, so he also knows how to draw conclusions.

“Brother-. Should we close the door? What if General wakes up?”

“So what? He doesn’t know anything.”

I know everything, you bastard!

Do a lot. You inferior animals.

General coolly turned his body.

I should eat more feed and sleep.

Kkuaaaaaaam-.

Kkadeuk-.

Hup jup jup-.

Kkadeuk-.

Hup jup jup- hup jup jup-.

Kka-.

Hup jup jup jup jup-.

Grrr-.

Ah, those bastards, they’re smacking their lips so disgustingly.

***

Heat waves prevailed even in September.

Some quiet alley in Mapo-gu [a district in Seoul].

The heat haze rising from the asphalt made the shabby red brick building without an elevator look wobbly.

A tall man in his 40s, wearing a suit and subtle brown sunglasses, stopped in front of the 5th floor office.

「Doseo Publishing Sum」

The man loosened his tie a little and took a long, deep breath.

‘It’s similar to a tailcoat, but more stuffy.’

Hmm-.

With a thick and solemn cough, he pulled the iron door.

Kkii-.

The old iron door opened and the smell of paper wafted out.

“How can I help you?”

A woman with a prim expression, probably in her thirties, got up from her seat.

“I walked here.”

Is that bastard?

Lee Mi-sun’s brow twitched, who was guarding the office alone.

However, she didn’t show it outwardly.

She was just guessing by looking at the man’s appearance.

‘A gangster.’

Three thick rings on each hand, a total of six, and the gold watch on his wrist must be fake. Obviously, he must have a thick gold necklace under his shirt.

When you work in a publishing house, all kinds of people come to visit. Leaving aside the fact that they ask the publishing house, not the writer, to commission writing, they can be largely divided into two categories.

One group consists of professors, politicians, and the nouveau riche who have achieved secular success and visit to commission autobiographies or erotic novels disguised as romance novels. And the other group is the so-called gangsters, who ask for ghostwriting, saying that if their story is written as a novel, it will make a lot of money with emotion and fun.

The former has female names as subheadings or episode names, and the latter mainly consists of stories about suffering like a dog, being betrayed, and then finally taking revenge and retiring to wander like the wind. I don’t know if they copied it from somewhere or if it’s a cliché that is used within that group, but the stories were surprisingly similar.

The gangster in front of him seemed to be taking good care of himself, so he looked different from the existing visitors, but in the end, what he wanted would be the same.

‘Did you also get rejected elsewhere and come to a small publishing house?’

Lee Mi-sun, who had guessed inwardly, still served a glass of water as a guest.

“You should sit down for a moment too.”

What a unique bum with his way of speaking.

Is he a historical drama maniac?

If so, is he trying to commission an action-packed erotic novel set in the Joseon Dynasty [Korean kingdom from 1392-1897]?

While looking for words to refuse appropriately, she sat down on the sofa, and the man said something surprising.

“You must be Lee Mi-sun.”

Lee Mi-sun’s eyes, filled with shock, shook violently.

“Yes? How did you know that?”

“There’s a nameplate on your desk.”

Wow, what a surprise.

“I want you to write a storybook.”

“Um-, sir? I’m sorry, but this is a place where we receive writings from writers and publish books, not a place where we write for them. If you want, I can connect you with a ghostwriter.”

The man took off his sunglasses.

It was a black color darker than darkness, no, eyes with darkness lurking that could not be described as black. When she met those eyes, her psychological boundary collapsed as if it were a lie.

‘He’s not a foreigner.’

Even in the midst of her violently pounding heart, Lee Mi-sun tried not to lose her mind.

It was unintentional.

The man grabbed Lee Mi-sun’s wrist.

Lee Mi-sun was caught in a fantasy of reaching out into the air without even feeling the sensation of her wrist being grabbed.

“Your heart is weak. It’s not like your other organs are strong either.”

“Um-, I’m-.”

I’m still a lively thirty years old, what are you talking about.

“Now it’s done.”

There was no explanation to speak of.

That taciturnity was unexpectedly reassuring and gave her faith.

Usually, people who approach asking if you know about Do [a philosophical concept], or pseudo-religious people who flirt with you saying that your spirit looks clear, tend to rattle on and on.

The man took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over the table.

Lee Mi-sun’s hands, holding the business card with both hands, trembled.

Could this really be called a business card?

“The background is changing… It’s like space.”

Even if you turn it over, it’s just coated paper, and you can’t see any technology or anything.

Even if I’m ignorant of cutting-edge technology, can’t I even distinguish that?

‘I feel like I’m on drugs. Or is it a dream?’

The two letters engraved on the business card.

Only the letters that seemed to be the man’s name were shining in gold.

「麽神」

The first letter was a Chinese character I had never seen before.

“Ma… I think, it’s the first time I’ve seen a Chinese character as a last name.”

“There is no last name. It’s a title.”

“Mr. Mashin?”

“You’re smart after all.”

The man smiled, which was strangely friendly and warm.

Enough to make her heart flutter.

It was an impossible situation, but Lee Mi-sun tried to regain her composure.

The best way to wake up from a nightmare is to shout loudly, and the best way to regain your dizzy mind is to keep talking. Just like a person who has a sleep endoscopy babbles and then regains consciousness.

“Cheonma [a powerful figure] in martial arts novels…”

“It’s nothing like that.”

Ah, that’s not it.

He was a man who was generally gentle but flared up at strange things.

“I don’t think you’re Korean, but I don’t think you’re Asian either. But it’s amazing that you use Chinese characters.”

“Is that so.”

Ttak-.

The man lightly snapped his fingers.

“Uh uh-?”

The letters on the business card changed.

「ATRACSYL」

“Atrei- Atracsil?”

“It’s similar but different. But the name is not important.”

“Ah, yes, yes. Is that so? But what were we talking about?”

“Storybook.”

“Ah, yes.”

“You have a great talent for writing. That’s why I came.”

“Just tell me. What kind of story should I write for you?”

Lee Mi-sun hurriedly opened her notebook and pressed her pen.

While thinking about why I’m doing this.

“It would take several years to write down. Remember.”

The man’s eyes seemed to shine, and then the story flowed into her head as a scene.

At that moment, Lee Mi-sun thought.

‘I might be crazy.’