That was the real voice of Yu Jung-Hyeok, the one that lived through 1864 lives. That voice was the evidence of the history starting from the 0th turn all the way to 1863rd. And the protagonist of that voice was saying this: he was none other than Yu Jung-Hyeok, and he was none other than the protagonist of the 'Ways of Survival'.
这才是经历了1864年生活的余正赫的真实声音。这个声音就是历史的证据，从第0次转弯一直到1863年。那个声音的主角是这样说的:他不是别人，正是余正赫，他不是别人，正是“生存之道”的主角。
"I, I'm, I….."
“我，我......”
The child shuddered pitifully, yet he couldn't open his eyes. As if he already knew his entire world would crumble the moment he did.
那孩子可怜地打了个寒战，可是他还是睁不开眼睛。好像他已经知道他的整个世界会在他那一刻崩溃似的。
[The 'Most Ancient Dream' is denying his own dream!] ⸢This is just an illusion just an illusion just an illusion⸥
[“最古老的梦”在否认自己的梦!]这只是一个幻觉，只是一个幻觉
"This is no illusion."
“这不是幻觉。”
At the same time as the 'Secretive Plotter' said his piece, sentences began streaming all around the child. They were texts from the 'Ways of Survival' that the boy read, that I read together with him.
就在“秘密策划者”说出他的作品的同时，句子开始在孩子周围流淌。这些是那个男孩读过的“生存之道”的短信，我和他一起读过。
Sentences that kept me alive, and eventually would kill me, too.
这些判决让我活了下来，最终也会要了我的命。
And a certain man was speaking up within those sentences.
在这些句子里，有一个人说出了自己的想法。
⸢"Yi Hyeon-Seong. It's not over yet."⸥ ⸢"Do not worry. I shall definitely end this <Star Stream>."⸥ ⸢"I will never forget you, Shin Yu-Seung."⸥
“李贤成。一切还没有结束。”“别担心。我一定要结束这个星流。”“我永远不会忘记你，申玉成。”
Those vivid sentences soon became stories. Stories were imagined, and the imagination was recreated as reality in a different world-line.
这些生动的句子很快就变成了故事。故事被想象，想象被重新创造成一个不同的世界线的现实。
Not knowing that such a thing was happening in another reality, the boy kept desiring the story's continuation.
不知道这样的事情正在另一个现实中发生，男孩继续渴望故事的继续。
⸢"To the next regression turn, and then, to the next one."⸥
”进入下一个回归，然后，进入下一个回归。”
To survive, the boy imagined. While being pressured by his relatives, while being bullied by the school gangs.
为了生存，男孩想象着，在亲戚的压力下，在学校的帮派欺负下。
To not feel the pain, he thought about the next part of the story.
为了不感到痛苦，他想到了故事的下一部分。
⸢"I shall survive no matter what, and witness the end of these scenarios."⸥
“不管发生什么，我都会活下来，见证这些场景的结束。”
He felt solace while looking at the unyielding protagonist. And within that solace, he wished for the protagonist to not give up until the end.
看着这个不屈不挠的主人公，他感到安慰。在这种安慰下，他希望主人公直到最后都不要放弃。
⸢Author-nim, for how long will Yu Jung-Hyeok's regression continue on?⸥
作者尼姆，余重赫的回归还要持续多久
He wished for this regression journey to never come to an end.
他希望这次回归之旅永远不要结束。
Tsu-chuchu…..
楚楚。
The 'Secretive Plotter' didn't say anything as he watched the boy's memories stream by.
“秘密策划者”看着男孩的记忆从身边流过，什么也没说。
⸢He should be remembering every one of these events.⸥
他应该记住这些事件的每一件
All those resolutions he had never forgotten from the 0th turn all the way to the 1863rd.
所有那些决心，从第一次到第1863次，他从未忘记。
My companions and I also watched those. Yu Jung-Hyeok had collapsed after the 'Secretive Plotter' left his body; he was groaning heavily from all the memories flooding in. Shin Yu-Seung was continuously shedding her tears, while Yi Ji-Hye plopped down on the ground. Yi Hyeon-Seong and Jeong Hui-Won too were trying to endure while supporting each other's trembling shoulders.
我和我的同伴们也看到了这些。“神秘的密谋者”离开身体后，余重赫倒下了，他因为回忆涌入而呻吟不已。申玉升不停地流泪，而易智希扑通一声倒在地上。李贤成和郑慧媛也在努力忍耐，同时支撑着彼此颤抖的肩膀。
Now, they all knew. They knew now that the Secretive Plotter needed to be compensated for his life.
现在，他们都知道了，他们知道这个秘密的策划者需要为他的生命得到补偿。
"B-but, but, even then…"
“但是，但是，即使这样......”
Shin Yu-Seung muttered as if she was in a religious trance, and looked up at me. As if she wanted me to tell her how to overcome this situation.
申玉升喃喃自语道，好像她正处于一种宗教的恍惚状态，抬头看着我。好像她想让我告诉她如何克服这种情况。
"Secretive Plotter! Stop! I said, stop!!"
“秘密策划者!住手!我说住手!”
Only Han Su-Yeong alone resisted the shower of sparks right before her face and swung her fists constantly towards the empty air. However, the 'Secretive Plotter' didn't look back.
只有韩素英一个人抵挡住眼前的火花，不停地朝空气挥舞着拳头。然而，“秘密策划者”并没有回头。
⸢And so, the 'Pilgrim of the Lonely Apocalypse' had reached the end of his pilgrimage.⸥
就这样，《孤独启示录》的朝圣者到达了他朝圣的终点
The [Heaven Shaking Sword] that broke over and over again only to be patched up, was now quietly crying out.
一次又一次被修补的《天摇剑》，现在已经悄悄地哭了出来。
⸢Finally, his Constellation backer was before his eyes.⸥
最后，他的星座支持者出现在他的眼前
"It was you."
“是你。”
The child's shoulder trembled pitifully as if he was having a nightmare.
那孩子的肩膀可怜地颤抖着，好像做了恶梦似的。
⸢This was a weak lifeform that could be killed off in an instant.⸥
这是一种脆弱的生命形式，可以在瞬间被消灭
His Heaven Shaking Sword screeched out viciously once more. This was the sword that cut down countless Constellations. Not even Poseidon, not Zeus, not Nuwa, and not even the Dokkaebi King could escape from this very blade. No star in existence could survive after daring to oppose him.
他的天堂之剑再一次恶毒地尖叫起来。这把剑砍倒了无数的星座。即使波塞冬，宙斯，女娲，甚至多卡比国王都无法逃脱这把利刃。没有一个明星敢于反对他，就不能生存下去。
Here was the opportunity for his revenge, reached after experiencing 1864 lifetimes.
这是他复仇的机会，在经历了1864年的人生之后。
The [Heaven Shaking Sword] slowly moved.
天摇剑慢慢地动了起来。
"Secretive Plotter!! No, wait! Yu Jung-Hyeok-!!"
“秘密策划者!!不，等等!余正赫!!”
Neither Han Su-Yeong nor I could stop it. This event, it simply had to happen. Shin Yu-Seung tightly holding my hand was crying. Unable to close her mouth, and gasping uncontrollably.
韩素英和我都阻止不了。这个事件，只是不得不发生。申玉升紧紧地握着我的手哭了起来。她无法闭上嘴，控制不住地喘气。
Everything would end with this.
一切都会因此而结束。
I would no longer need to consume someone else's story. Yu Jung-Hyeok would be freed from his lengthy journey of regression.
我将不再需要阅读其他人的故事。于重赫将从漫长的回归之旅中解脱出来。
⸢However, why wasn't that sword moving even now?⸥
可是，那把剑为什么现在还不动呢
The Secretive Plotter's Heaven Shaking Sword continued to wander in the air. The blade that threatened to cut the boy down at any moment was now simply brushing aside the eggshell-like protective barrier around the child, instead.
秘密的密谋者的天堂摇剑继续在空中徘徊。那把随时可能把小男孩砍倒的刀现在只是简单地扫开了蛋壳状的保护屏障，保护着小男孩。
⸢Even though its outer shell has been shattered, this bird couldn't fly off to anywhere.⸥
尽管它的外壳已经粉碎，这只鸟不能飞到任何地方
The boy's figure trembled uncontrollably. Ominous-feeling Fables were now circling around him.
男孩的身体不由自主地颤抖着，感觉不祥的寓言正在他的周围盘旋。
⸢"Hey, this guy's drawing something in his notebook again!"⸥ ⸢"Tsk, tsk. He's so much like his mother…."⸥ ⸢"Are you Kim Dok-Ja? By any chance, do you know where your mother is right now? Mm… I see. Don't you resent your mother? What was your mother like in the past?"⸥ ⸢"For how long are you going to keep quiet? If you don't say anything, the whole world will misunderstand you."⸥
“嘿，这家伙又在他的笔记本上画东西了!”“啧啧。他很像他的母亲......”“你是金道子吗？你知道你妈妈现在在哪儿吗？我明白了。你不恨你的母亲吗？你母亲过去是个什么样的人?”“你要保持沉默多久？如果你什么都不说，整个世界都会误解你。”
Slice.
切片。
The [Heave Shaking Sword] wandering in the air accurately cut down the sentences of those memories. The boy's trembling shoulders shook a little less than before.
空中徘徊的[举起的挥舞的剑]准确地切断了那些句子的回忆。男孩颤抖的肩膀比以前抖得少了一点。
⸢But, why?⸥
但是，为什么
My mind was thrown into disarray.
我的头脑一片混乱。
⸢How come?⸥
为什么
It was then that a true voice resounded out.
就在这时，一个真实的声音响了起来。
[[….Is this boy 'him'?]]
这个男孩是他吗
A man with a hulking physique rose up from the Secretive Plotter's shadow. It was the 999th turn's Yi Hyeon-Seong. The Plotter nodded his head.
一个身材魁梧的人从秘密策划者的阴影中站了起来。这是第999圈的李贤成。密谋者点了点头。
"Correct. This kid is my sponsor."
”没错这孩子是我的担保人”
[[Now this pisses me off. This little kid was the culprit of it all ]]
[现在这让我很生气。这个小孩是这一切的罪魁祸首 ]
Even the 999th turn's Kim Nam-Woon and Yi Ji-Hye were here, too.
甚至第999届奥运会的金南云(KimNam-Woon)和李智慧(YiJi-Hye)也在这里。
They were the Outer Gods that endured the 999th turn. It wasn't only Yu Jung-Hyeok who wanted to destroy <Star Stream>, and end the 'Most Ancient Dream'.
他们是经历了第999次转折的外部诸神。并不是只有余重赫想要摧毁星流，终结“最古老的梦想”。
"No."
“没有。”
[[What was that? In that case…]]
那是什么?在那种情况下.....
The 'Secretive Plotter' looked around at his vicinity instead of replying.
“秘密策划者”环顾四周，没有回答。
The clamour of people flooding in and out just to catch the subway could be heard coming from the platform in the distance. He looked back, and the train we rode on was already gone.
从远处的站台上可以听到人们为了赶地铁而大量进出的喧嚣声。他回头一看，我们乘坐的火车已经开走了。
Instead, there was a Daehwa Station-bound train that would ferry passengers to their unknown destination in this normal world. And then, the crowd of people brushing past us as if they couldn't see us at all.
取而代之的是一列开往大华车站的火车，将乘客送往这个正常世界中他们未知的目的地。然后，一群人从我们身边擦身而过，仿佛他们根本看不到我们。
- This station is Daehwa…
-这个站是Daehwa..。
People climbing aboard the subway even before the passengers could disembark first; people pushing and shoving each other, or hurling insults in other's directions. A granny was pushed aside by the disembarking wave of people and fell down. No one tried to aid her. The very first person to witness her plight was an old man sitting on the seats reserved for pregnant mothers.
人们甚至在乘客先下车之前就登上了地铁;人们互相推搡，或者辱骂对方。一个老太太被一大群人推到一边，摔倒了。没有人试图帮助她。第一个目睹她困境的人是一位老人，他坐在为怀孕的母亲预留的座位上。
He stared at the granny for a little while, before unfurling a newspaper he pulled out to cover up his vision. And above that newspaper, a headline of an article could be seen.
他盯着奶奶看了一会儿，然后拿出一张报纸遮住自己的视线。在那张报纸的上面，可以看到一篇文章的标题。
- The criminal's essay will be published.
-罪犯的文章将会出版。
It was an article that I knew quite intimately. Many people read that, chatted about, and then, forgot about that article.
这是一篇我非常熟悉的文章。很多人读了那篇文章，聊了聊天，然后就忘了那篇文章。
⸢A tragedy with nothing special about it. At most, it was a tragedy that occurred to just one life.⸥
一个没有什么特别的悲剧，充其量只是发生在一个人身上的悲剧
The 'Secretive Plotter' and the Outer Gods were now looking at my Fable. Their sorrowful eyes were looking at this tragedy that only went on for a little over a dozen or so years.
神秘的密谋者和外界诸神现在正在看我的寓言。他们悲伤的眼睛注视着这场仅仅持续了十几年的悲剧。
[[….Oh, you sad, pitiful child.]]
哦，你这个可怜可怜的孩子
I shuddered almost out of pure shock from those words.
听到这些话，我几乎震惊得发抖。
My own tragedy couldn't even compare to their pain. The sin of creating an even bigger tragedy because of my own should not be forgiven.
我自己的悲剧甚至无法与他们的痛苦相提并论。因为我自己的原因而制造了更大的悲剧，这种罪不应该被原谅。
[[Oh, hear ye, my dear god. I have endured a truly lengthy period of time just to meet you, but….]]
哦，听着，我亲爱的上帝。我忍受了很长时间只是为了见你，但是.....
The 999th turn's Uriel reached out and touched the younger me's cheek.
