Yu Jung-Hyeok was prepared to swing his [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] if the 'Secretive Plotter' tried to do something foolish, but rather unexpectedly, the latter easily answered back. He didn't even use his true voice, either.
如果“秘密密谋者”想干什么蠢事，郁正赫准备挥动他的“黑天魔剑”，但出乎意料的是，后者很容易就回击了。他甚至都没有用真实的声音说话。
"You're right. I am trapped in here."
“你说得对，我被困在这里了。”
His real, pure voice was heard for the first time.
他那真实、纯净的声音第一次被听到。
That prompted Yu Mi-Ah to reply with a bright smile. "Ask my oppa to free you. He's super strong, you see?"
于蜜雅笑着回答。”请我的哥哥释放你。他非常强壮，你知道吗?”
She spoke in an innocent voice, but he replied with a slow shake of his head. "….I can't leave this thing."
她用一种天真无邪的声音说话，但他缓缓地摇了摇头回答我不能离开这东西。”
"What? Why not?"
“什么?为什么不呢?”
The 'Secretive Plotter' didn't reply.
“秘密策划者”没有回应。
"Wait, did my oppa do something to you? He threatened you with scary words, didn't he "
“等等，我哥哥是不是对你做了什么?他用恐吓的话威胁你，是不是?”
"….No, that's not it."
“不，不是这样的。”
"It's not? What then?"
“不是吗?那怎么办?”
The Plotter didn't reply again. Without saying anything, he stared at Yu Mi-Ah. He stared for a long time at the one person that no longer existed for him.
密谋者没有再回复。他什么也没说，只是看着余美娥。他盯着那个对他来说不再存在的人看了很长时间。
And for the first time ever, a faint smile formed on his lips.
有史以来第一次，他的嘴角露出了淡淡的微笑。
"It's because I chose to be in here."
“这是因为我选择留在这里。”
Yu Jung-Hyeok saw that smile and couldn't say anything. Yu Mi-Ah was busy asking what he meant, and meanwhile, the Plotter quietly stared back at her.
于重赫看到了那个微笑，什么也说不出来。余美娥正忙着问他是什么意思，同时，密谋者也静静地看着她。
The latter slowly raised his hand, and his palm overlapped with hers through the thin transparent layer. Their hand sizes were fairly similar. These two palms may have overlapped after transcending time and space, but they could never truly meet.
后者慢慢抬起他的手，他的手掌透过薄薄的透明层与她的手掌重叠。他们的手大小相当相似。这两只手掌在穿越时空后可能会重叠，但它们永远不可能真正相遇。
"Uh? Uhm…"
“嗯?嗯......”
It was then, Yu Mi-Ah blinked slowly and began faltering a little.
就在这时，余蜜雅慢慢地眨着眼睛，开始有点摇摇晃晃的。
"Why am I so sleepy….?"
“为什么我这么困......?”
Her body slowly fell to the ground. Yu Jung-Hyeok quickly dashed to her side and embraced her.
她的身体慢慢地倒在地上，于正赫飞快地冲到她身边，拥抱她。
"You bastard, what have you done….?!"
“你这个混蛋，你做了什么......?!”
[[….I only helped her dream of nice things.]]
我只是帮助她实现了美好的梦想
Yu Jung-Hyeok studied his little sister. For sure, her Incarnation Body showed no signs of any strange symptoms. No, she simply was in a deep slumber, softly murmuring indecipherable sleep-talk like "beach volleyball" and "squid party", etc.
于重赫端详着他的小妹妹。可以肯定的是，她的化身身体没有表现出任何奇怪的症状。不，她只是在熟睡中，轻声地说着难以理解的梦话，像“沙滩排球”和“乌贼派对”等等。
He glared at the 'Secretive Plotter' with a complicated expression. No matter how weakened he was, by using Yu Mi-Ah he would have been able to escape from this situation pretty easily. However, he didn't do that.
他用复杂的表情怒视着“秘密策划者”。不管他多么虚弱，只要用玉米阿，他就可以很容易地摆脱这种状况。然而，他并没有这样做。
He simply stared longingly at the sleeping face of the girl, instead.
他只是渴望地盯着熟睡的女孩的脸。
"….What happened to Mi-Ah in your world?"
“美雅在你的世界里怎么了?”
[[She survived.]]
她活了下来
He answered immediately.
他立刻回答。
[[And also died.]]
[并且也死了]
That too was immediate.
这也是立竿见影的效果。
"What does that even….."
“这算什么......”
Just as Yu Jung-Hyeok opened his lips, he understood what those answers meant. So, he shut his mouth right away.
就在余重赫张开嘴的时候，他明白了这些答案的意思，于是立刻闭上了嘴。
Seemingly-crying sparks ever so faintly danced around. Under the pretext of the [Disconnected Film Theory], the memories of these two beings trembled and their Fables shifted.
似乎——哭泣的火花曾经如此微弱地跳动着。在“断裂电影理论”的借口下，关于这两个人的记忆发生了颤抖，他们的寓言也发生了改变。
⸢In one world-line, Yu Mi-Ah survived for a long time. Even after he died.⸥
在同一个世界里，余美亚活了很长时间，甚至在他死后也是如此
The world of a man who lived 1864 lifetimes - just what kind of a world would that be?
一个生活在1864年的人的世界——那会是一个什么样的世界呢？
⸢However, in another world-line, she died.⸥
然而，在另一个世界里，她死了
A Regressor might have lived far more 'presents' than anyone out there, but in reality, he was nothing more than a ghost of the past. He was an existence that had to move onto the next turn because he failed to alter the past.
一个回归者可能比其他任何人生活的“现在”都要多，但实际上，他只不过是过去的幽灵。他是一个不得不进入下一个转折点的存在，因为他没能改变过去。
0th turn, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th….. and 1863rd.
第一个转弯，第一个，第二个，第三个，第四个....和第1863个。
This being was not a 'Yu Jung-Hyeok' from any of those regression turns. But, he was the 'Yu Jung-Hyeok' that belonged to all the worlds, the man who carried all the worlds as his burden.
这个存在不是那些回归转折中的“余正赫”。但是，他是属于所有世界的“俞正赫”，是一个肩负着所有世界的人。
And that was why he was more Yu Jung-Hyeok than any other Yu Jung-Hyeoks.
这就是为什么他比其他的余正赫更像余正赫的原因。
[[You're pitying me.]]
你在可怜我
"Who would do that to a….."
“谁会对一个......”
[[Do you believe that my life was a misery?]]
你相信我的生活是痛苦的吗
Yu Jung-Hyeok couldn't tell if that was a form of sympathy directed at himself. The blade of the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] he held tightly was faintly trembling.
于重赫不知道这是否是一种对自己的同情。他紧紧握着的那把[黑天恶魔之剑]的剑刃微微地颤抖着。
Why was he hesitating now? He had come this far already, so what was left to hesitate? Just because he heard a bit of this bastard's past history….
他为什么现在犹豫不决？他已经走了这么远，还有什么可犹豫的呢？就因为他听说了这个混蛋的过去..。
The 'Secretive Plotter' opened his lips. [[Did you know? There was this young boy in the front-most subway car that always died during every regression turn.]]
“秘密的密谋者”张开了嘴。你知道吗？在最前面的地铁车厢里有一个小男孩，他总是在每次转弯的时候死掉。]
That question came out of nowhere. Yu Jung-Hyeok naturally recalled the events of the subway train. The very first scenario, the very first encounter with Hell that he had to experience every single time.
这个问题突然冒出来。于重赫自然想起了地铁列车上发生的事。第一个场景，他每次都要经历的第一次与地狱的遭遇。
However, Yu Jung-Hyeok didn't know anything about such a boy. Because, there were simply too many people who died in that manner back then.
然而，余正赫对这样一个男孩却一无所知。因为，当时有太多的人就是这样死去的。
[[While regressing several times, I tried to prevent his death, but it was impossible.]]
[倒退了好几次，我试图阻止他的死亡，但那是不可能的。]
"….."
"....."
[[He was really a young boy. Younger even than Yi Gil-Yeong. However, even such a child had to 'prove his credentials'. For all of the 1863 lives, that child couldn't even put up a proper fight and had to die. He died, and died, and died over and over again.]]
他真的是一个小男孩。比李吉英还年轻。然而，即使是这样的孩子也必须“证明他的资历”。在1863年的所有生命中，这个孩子甚至不能进行适当的战斗，不得不死去。他死了，死了，一次又一次地死去
Yu Jung-Hyeok couldn't say a single word.
余正赫一句话也说不出来。
The Plotter asked him again. [[Between a man who regressed 1863 times, and a child who has to repeatedly die for 1863 times with no recollections of it, which one do you think is actually more miserable?]]
密谋者又问他。[在一个倒退了1863次的男人和一个连续死了1863次却没有任何回忆的孩子之间，你认为哪一个更悲惨?]
"That is…."
“那是......”
The Plotter was implying this - that your pity had no meaning, no value whatsoever.
密谋者的意思是，你的怜悯毫无意义，毫无价值。
Even then, Yu Jung-Hyeok couldn't readily accept that. Indeed, there was no meaning in comparing the importance of different miseries. However, that also didn't mean that 'misery' didn't exist.
即使这样，余正赫也不能轻易接受。事实上，比较不同苦难的重要性是没有意义的。然而，这并不意味着痛苦不存在。
[[The <Star Stream> tries to make the lives of everyone into 'Gi-Seung-Jeon-Gyeol'. However, a life was never supposed to be that. No, it's an unreasonable thing that can end at any time, whether it's 'Gi(beginning)', 'Seung(development)', or even during 'Jeon(climax)'. And that's why, even if my life comes to an end here, it shouldn't come as a surprise.]]
星河》试图把每个人的生活都变成《基-升-全-京约》。然而，生活从来就不应该是这样的。不，这是一个不合理的事情，可以结束在任何时候，无论是“基(开始)”，“承(发展)”，甚至在“全(高潮)”。这就是为什么，即使我的生命在这里结束了，也不应该感到惊讶。]
Did the boy from the subway make the same expression as this man? Yu Jung-Hyeok couldn't tell.
地铁里的那个男孩是不是和这个男人有同样的表情?余正赫说不出来。
The 'Secretive Plotter' stared back at him with a pair of quiet, still eyes.
“秘密的策划者”用一双安静的眼睛回望着他。
Yu Jung-Hyeok stared back into those eyes for the longest time, before averting his gaze away while lowering the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword].
余正赫盯着那双眼睛看了很长时间，然后放下了那把黑暗天魔剑，避开了他的目光。
"…..You'll end up seeing that boy's death for the 1864th time if you regress again."
“如果你再退步的话，你会第1864次看到那个男孩的死亡。”
In the end, he returned his sword back to its scabbard. This could be the wrong decision. Even then, Yu Jung-Hyeok had made up his mind.
最后，他把剑还给了剑鞘。这可能是一个错误的决定。即使在那个时候，余重赫已经下定决心了。
Maybe he too didn't expect such a choice, because the 'Secretive Plotter' remained speechless for a long while.
也许他也没有料到会有这样的选择，因为“秘密策划者”一时说不出话来。
[[You've been greatly influenced by Kim Dok-Ja, it seems.]] "Shut your mouth. I can kill someone like you at any…."
[似乎你受到了金道子的很大影响]“闭上你的嘴，我可以在任何时候杀掉像你这样的人......”
Multiple presences were drawing near. Voices were calling out to him. They were Kim Dok-Ja and Han Su-Yeong, plus those of the <Kim Dok-Ja Company>'s people.
多重存在正在逼近。有声音在向他呼唤。他们是KimDok-Ja和HanSu-Yeong，还有KimDok-Ja公司的人。
[[Although it irks me to admit this, let me say that one thing is for certain. This world-line is different from any that I have lived through so far. It's possible that you and your group can truly witness what's beyond that 'Wall'.]]
虽然承认这一点使我感到厌烦，但让我说有一件事是肯定的。这条世界线与我迄今为止所经历的任何世界线都不同。[参考译文]你和你的团队有可能真正目睹“长城”之外的世界
"…"
"..."
[[However, do not keep your hopes up, thinking that you'll see the Conclusion you desire. And also - even if that Conclusion wasn't what you initially wanted….]]
然而，不要抱太大希望，以为你会看到你想要的结果。而且，即使这个结论不是你最初想要的...]
The Plotter's true voice suddenly grew fainter. His eyelids were slowly closing up. He was falling into another bout of deep slumber.
密谋者真实的声音突然变得模糊起来。他的眼皮慢慢闭上了。他又进入了一次深度睡眠。
Just as Kim Dok-Ja emerged out from the thicket, the Plotter finished what he wanted to say.
就在金道子从灌木丛中出来的时候，策划者说完了他想说的话。
[[….Do not think of this world as a failed turn.]]
不要认为这个世界是一个失败的转折
*
"We played beach volleyball."
“我们玩的是沙滩排球。”
That was Yu Mi-Ah's answer after I asked her about what happened here.
这是我问余美雅这里发生了什么事后她的回答。
"I'm telling you, we grilled squids, and I played beach volleyball with my oppa. Could it be that one's power of comprehension is lower if you're ugly?"
“我告诉你，我们烤鱿鱼，我和我的哥哥一起玩沙滩排球。如果你长得丑，你的理解力会不会更低?”
I wanted to tell her that there were three things wrong in her statement. One, we were not near an ocean. Two, I wasn't ugly, and my power of comprehension was….
我想告诉她，她的陈述有三处错误。第一，我们不在海边。第二，我并不丑，我的理解力..。
"….Well, I guess nothing serious has happened here."
“我想这里没发生什么严重的事情.”
Han Su-Yeong muttered in relief.
韩素英如释重负地喃喃自语。
Indeed, we couldn't see any traces of Yu Jung-Hyeok causing an accident, and the 'Secretive Plotter' was still stuck in a deep slumber.
事实上，我们看不到任何余正赫制造事故的痕迹，而“秘密密谋者”仍然陷入沉睡。
I put the Plotter back inside the [X-grade Ferrarghini]. There were a few things that didn't sit well with me, but now wasn't the time to grill the one responsible.
我把绘图仪放回到x级的费拉基尼里面。有一些事情让我觉得不舒服，但是现在不是拷问那个负责人的时候。
"Okay, everyone, please gather around! Let's start the campfire!"
“好了，大家都过来!让我们点起篝火!”
The flames rose up thickly and brightened the darkness of the campsite. Time was approaching closer to midnight. Only then did I remember something important.
火焰越烧越旺，照亮了营地的黑暗。时间接近午夜了。直到那时我才想起一些重要的事情。
"H-hang on! My scenario hasn't….!"
“等等!我的剧本还没有......!”
Dammit, I forgot all about it because of Yu Jung-Hyeok.
该死的，因为余正赫，我都忘了。
I could hear Biyu humming "Ba-aht, ba-aht" just above my head.
我可以听到碧玉在我头顶上哼着“吧-啊，吧-啊”。
[Scenario time limit has elapsed!]
[情况时限已过!]
Would I really get killed like this?
我真的会这样被杀吗？
[Sub Scenario - 'Workers' Off-day' has ended!]
[子场景-“工人”休息日已经结束!]
[You need to resolve a total of 5 complaints.]
[你总共需要处理5宗投诉]
[You have currently resolved 1 complaint.]
[你现时已解决一宗投诉]
[You have resolved all of your employees' complaints.]
你已经解决了所有员工的投诉
[New Fable related to the <Kim Dok-Ja Company> is being generated.]
[正在生成有关金道子公司的新寓言]
….Uh?
呃？
"Seriously, man. It's like you forgot your wits somewhere or some such…." muttered Han Su-Yeong, as she stared at the side of my face.
“说真的，伙计。就好像你在什么地方忘记了你的智慧......”韩素英盯着我的脸看，喃喃自语道。
Companions were giggling to themselves while looking at me.
同伴们一边看着我，一边傻笑着。
It was then, I recalled their replies whenever I tried to talk to them.
就在那时，每当我想和他们交谈时，我都会回想起他们的回答。
- I don't have any particular complaints.
我没有什么特别的抱怨。
That was for real?
那是真的吗？
"No one here will blame you, you know."
“你知道，这里没人会怪你的。”
Han Su-Yeong's disinterested voice spread out. We sat around soaking in the bonfire without saying anything else. I thought I could sense their hearts contained in this silence and that caused my emotions to well up for some reason.
韩素妍冷漠的声音传了出来。我们围坐在篝火旁，一言不发。我以为我可以感觉到他们的心包含在这种沉默中，这使我的情绪因为某种原因而升高。
Jeong Hui-Won added something on top. "Well, if you want me to find something to talk to you about, then I can think of one, but it's not a complaint, so…."
郑慧媛在上面加了点东西。“好吧，如果你想让我找点什么跟你谈谈，我可以想到一个，但这不是抱怨，所以......”
Even though the warm bonfire was before me, why did a chill creep down my back just then?
即使温暖的篝火在我面前，为什么一股寒意就在那时从我的背上爬下来？
"In any case, we rested really well today. Someone didn't seem to have gotten any rest, though."
“不管怎么说，我们今天休息得很好，不过有些人似乎没有休息。”
Yu Sang-Ah spoke, and Yi Ji-Hye followed her up on that.
于相雅说话了，伊智慧也跟着说。
"But, is it over like this? Aren't we going to, like, light candles and start sobbing, or write stuff on a 'rolling paper'?"
“但是，这样就结束了吗？难道我们不应该点上蜡烛开始哭泣，或者在‘卷纸’上写点什么吗?”
"This ain't even a real school trip, so why should we? Besides, the paper…."
“这甚至不是一次真正的学校旅行，所以我们为什么要这样做呢?而且，报纸......”
While listening to Han Su-Yeong's retort, I began thinking.
听着韩素英的反驳，我开始思考。
'Rolling paper' written by her, was it…. That might be quite interesting, indeed.
