韩素妍回头看了看，回忆说，大约在她13岁左右的时候，人们开始说她有写作天赋。以此为出发点，她将认真地走在成熟作家的道路上。
And so, a month passed by like that, then yet another one.
就这样，一个月过去了，又一个月过去了。
Han Su-Yeong grew rather invested in spectating her 13-year-old self living her life.
韩素妍对自己13岁时的生活投入了很多。
As for the 15-year-old Kim Dok-Ja, he too must be living somewhere in this world. When she thought about that, she felt happy for some reason.
至于15岁的金道子(KimDok-Ja)，他肯定也生活在这个世界的某个地方。当她想到这一点时，不知为什么她感到高兴。
What should she first say to that unlucky idiot when they eventually get to meet each other?
当他们最终见面时，她应该首先对那个不幸的白痴说什么？
Time went by pretty quickly - September flew by, and it soon became October.
时间过得很快——九月过去了，不久就变成了十月。
Every now and then, her parents would stop by to leave behind presents she didn't want, and went away again.
时不时地，她的父母会停下来，留下她不想要的礼物，然后又离开。
Finally, it was December. It was around here that Han Su-Yeong began to realise something didn't feel right.
终于到了十二月，就在这附近，韩素妍开始意识到有些不对劲。
- There are no matching results.
-没有匹配的结果。
Why didn't tls123 start his serialisation already? Did she do something wrong and that changed the future? But, that couldn't be possible. She hadn't even met Kim Dok-Ja yet.
为什么tl123还没开始连载呢？她是不是做错了什么改变了未来？但是，这是不可能的。她甚至还没有见过金道子。
….What would happen if the 'Ways of Survival' is not serialised this year?
如果《生存之道》今年没有连载，会发生什么？
Would this world continue to exist without the 'Ways of Survival'?
如果没有“生存之道”，这个世界还会继续存在吗？
Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad world, in a way.
从某种意义上来说，这也许并不是一个糟糕的世界。
If the 'Ways of Survival' didn't exist, then this world wouldn't have to greet its apocalypse, either. If so…
如果“生存之道”不存在，那么这个世界也不必迎接末日。如果是这样的话.....。
It was then she heard the phone go off.
就在这时，她听到电话响了。
She figured it must've been her parents again, but when she picked up the receiver…
她以为又是她父母打来的，但当她拿起话筒时..。
- I've found him.
我找到他了。
"What? Where? N-no, hang on. Where are you now?"
“什么?哪里?不不，等等，你现在在哪里?”
Her heart began pounding away.
她的心开始怦怦直跳。
Kim Dok-Ja had been found. Finally.
金道子终于找到了。
However, the next set of words was something that not even her [Predictive Plagiarism] could have predicted.
然而，接下来的一组词语是甚至连她[预测剽窃]都无法预测到的。
- I'm currently, well… I'm in the place called a hospital's emergency ward."
我现在在一个叫做医院急救病房的地方。”
*
Han Su-Yeong avoided the guard's eyes and climbed aboard an early-hours taxi cab. The hospital itself wasn't too far. Doctors and nurses were busily going about their businesses despite the hour being what it was. Screams of pain from the patients intermittently rang out. And empty beds were deeply permeated with the lengthy tendrils of death's scent.
韩素英避开了警卫的目光，爬上了一辆清晨的出租车。医院本身并不太远。尽管时间紧迫，医生和护士还是忙于他们的工作。病人间歇性地发出疼痛的尖叫声。空床上弥漫着死亡的气息。
Even in a world without scenarios, people continued to die.
即使在一个没有场景的世界里，人们仍然在继续死亡。
These were very small apocalypses. This was where lives not recorded went to disappear.
这些都是非常小的启示，这里没有记载的生命消失了。
Han Su-Yeong, currently half in a daze, scanned all the stretchers.
韩素英目前有点茫然，扫视着所有的担架。
"Ah…"
“啊......”
And that's how she found the 15-year-old Kim Dok-Ja lying on one. His face, deeply sunken and pale. An IV needle was stuck in the boy's wrist wrapped tightly in bandages.
这就是为什么她发现15岁的KimDok-Ja躺在床上。他的脸，深陷而苍白。一根静脉注射针被绷带紧紧地扎在男孩的手腕上。
"I'm telling you, it's not our fault! In his school, he….!"
“我告诉你，这不是我们的错!在他的学校，他......!”
That came from a face not closely resembling Kim Dok-Ja's. A married couple, seemingly cousins once removed from the unconscious boy, were shouting at a doctor in clear bouts of irritation.
这张脸和金道子的脸长得不太像。一对已婚夫妇，看起来像是从昏迷的男孩身上分离出来的堂兄弟，明显地对医生大喊大叫，一阵愤怒。
Han Su-Yeong stared at them, before demanding an answer from the Dokkaebi King. "How did this guy end up like this?"
韩素英盯着他们，然后要求多卡比王回答。“这家伙怎么会变成这样?”
"Apparently, he jumped out of the classroom window."
“很明显，他从教室的窗户跳了出去。”
Han Su-Yeong slowly reached out and checked Kim Dok-Ja's current condition. Crude cast and bandages wrapped around his body. Swollen bruises all over his face. His arm where not one solid muscle could be felt lay powerlessly on the bed.
韩素英慢慢地伸出手，检查金道子目前的情况。粗糙的石膏和绷带包裹着他的身体。脸上全是肿胀的瘀伤。他的手臂无力地躺在床上，连一块结实的肌肉都感觉不到。
Han Su-Yeong held the boy's hand.
韩素英握着男孩的手。
It was as small as her own.
它和她自己的一样小。
"Do… Do something," she muttered out.
“做......做点什么吧，”她喃喃自语道。
"Please don't worry. These aren't fatal wounds. Thankfully, the classroom floor wasn't high, and he collided with a tree on his way down, so…."
“请不要担心。这些不是致命伤。谢天谢地，教室的地板不高，他在下来的路上撞到了一棵树，所以......”
"That's not what I meant!"
“我不是这个意思!”
The married couple walking in closer from the distance could be seen. They must've discovered Han Su-Yeong, since they seemed to be shouting something or rather in her direction.
从远处可以看到那对已婚夫妇走近一些。他们一定是发现了韩素英，因为他们好像在朝她的方向喊什么，或者说是朝她的方向喊。
However, their voices didn't register in her brain.
然而，他们的声音并没有在她的大脑中记录下来。
Just why…
为什么。
⸢"If it weren't for that novel, I'd probably have died back then."⸥
“要不是那本小说，我那时可能已经死了。”
She wasn't sure if this was her own memory, or the 3rd turn's.
她不确定这是她自己的记忆，还是第三次的记忆。
⸢"You, you. You and your exaggerations."⸥
“你，你，你和你的夸张。”
⸢"I'm telling you the truth."⸥
“我说的是实话。”
Ancient, creaky memories rushed in like tidal waves while hiding within all the ringing noises in her head. The Dokkaebi King supported her and they left the hospital. She saw the medical staff and the paramedics hurriedly moving the new patient into the emergency ward.
古老的、吱吱作响的记忆像潮水般涌入她的脑海，隐藏在她脑海里所有的嗡嗡声中。多卡比国王支持她，他们离开了医院。她看见医护人员和护理人员匆忙地把新病人送进急诊病房。
"We managed to find him somehow, didn't we?"
“我们设法找到了他，不是吗?”
"…"
"..."
"Now that I've seen him personally, it was true all along. Did you sense that incredible aura coming out from his entire figure? And now, as soon as he opens his own world, then…."
“现在我亲眼见到了他，这一直都是真的。你有没有感觉到从他整个身体里散发出来的那种难以置信的气氛？而现在，只要他打开了自己的世界，那么......”
As if it was looking forward to the apocalypse soon to visit this world-line, the Dokkaebi King continued to yap on and on.
多卡比国王仿佛期待着世界末日即将来临，继续喋喋不休地说个不停。
Han Su-Yeong muttered out as she stumbled ungainly. "Kim Dok-Ja said he read that novel when he was fifteen."
HanSu-Yeong结结巴巴地喃喃自语道，“KimDok-Ja说他十五岁的时候就读过那本小说。”
"Yes. So, soon it…."
“是的，所以，很快......”
"What if he didn't get to read that novel… What will happen to him?"
“如果他没有机会读那本小说......他会怎么样?”
"Pardon?"
“什么?”
If the 'Ways of Survival' didn't start, then this world would not be destroyed.
如果生存之道没有开始，那么这个世界就不会被摧毁。
However, what would happen to Kim Dok-Ja, instead?
然而，金道子会怎么样呢？
"Uhm, hello?"
“嗯，喂?”
"……"
"......"
"Are you actually crying?"
“你真的在哭吗?”
Kim Dok-Ja's tragedy was a rather common one. If only a small number of gazes fell upon him, if only just a tiny little bit of goodwill was shown his way, then it'd have been easily overcome. However, he couldn't exactly expect those small gazes or goodwill in the situation he found himself in.
金道子的悲剧是一个相当普遍的悲剧。如果只有一点点的目光落在他身上，如果只有一点点的善意显示他的方式，那么它会很容易克服。然而，在这种情况下，他不能指望那些小小的凝视或者善意。
Realistically speaking, could a 13-year-old elementary school kid be able to save anyone? One who can barely regain her self only during early hours, no less?
现实地说，一个13岁的小学生能够拯救任何人吗？一个只能在凌晨时分才能恢复自我的人？
"But, why are you crying?"
“可是，你为什么哭呢?”
That didn't mean she could entrust it to this Dokkaebi King, either.
这也不意味着她可以把它托付给多卡比国王。
Not only did it speak weirdly, but it also couldn't use the system, and its character couldn't even be trusted, so how could she expect such a bum of a Dokkaebi to…
它不仅说话古怪，而且不能使用这个系统，它的性格甚至不能被信任，所以她怎么能指望这样一个多卡比的流浪汉..。
Han Su-Yeong dazedly stared at her own hands.
韩素英茫然地看着自己的手。
⸢"That novel saved me. So, I should pay my debt to its protagonist."⸥
“那本小说救了我。所以，我应该向它的主人公偿还债务。”
The way to… save Kim Dok-Ja.
拯救金道子的方法。
"Hey, you have any money on you?"
“嘿，你身上带钱了吗?”
"Pardon?"
“什么?”
"Give me five thousand, no, ten thousand Won."
“给我五千，不，一万元。”
Han Su-Yeong quickly snatched the Dokkaebi King's cash and rushed towards the nearby PC Bang.
韩素英迅速抢走杜卡比王的现金，冲向附近的PCBang。
The latter screamed and chased after her. "That's all the money I have!"
后者尖叫着追赶她，“我只有这么多钱了!”
She sneaked past the PC Bang's owner dozing off, stole a charge card, logged into an unused computer, and clicked on the internet browser. She typed in the address of the webnovel platform she always connected to, and searched for a certain author's name again.
她偷偷溜过正在打盹的PCBang的主人，偷了一张信用卡，登录到一台未使用的电脑上，然后点击了互联网浏览器。她输入她经常连接的网络小说平台的地址，然后再次搜索某个作者的名字。
- There are no matching results.
-没有匹配的结果。
Even now, tls123 hadn't shown up yet.
直到现在，tls123还没有出现。
The end of the year was fast approaching, yet the serialisation hadn't started yet.
年底很快就要到了，但是连载还没有开始。
Han Su-Yeong quietly glared at the monitor for a little while, before clicking on the platform's [members registration] icon.
韩素英静静地盯着显示器看了一会儿，然后点击了平台上的(会员注册)图标。
She didn't know who tls123 was. However, if tls123 was, at least, not Kim Dok-Ja - if the author of that damn novel was someone else, then… - The applicable username is currently not in use. Would you like to use this username?
她不知道123是谁。然而，如果tls123至少不是KimDok-Ja-如果那该死的小说的作者是别人，那么...-适用的用户名目前不在使用中。您想使用这个用户名吗？
Perhaps it didn't really matter who it was?
也许是谁并不重要？
Her hand gripping the mouse was trembling hard.
她的手紧紧抓住老鼠，浑身发抖。
The tragedy's button rested against the tip of her finger. If she clicked it, then… the apocalypse of countless world-lines would begin.
悲剧的纽扣扣在她的手指尖上。如果她点击它，那么......无数世界线的启示录就会开始。
However, if she didn't press it…
但是如果她不按的话..。
- Yes.
是的。
….The 'small world' she witnessed would disappear.
她亲眼目睹的“小世界”将会消失。
- Dear tls123-nim. Congratulations on your registration!
-亲爱的tls123-nim.祝贺你注册成功！
Han Su-Yeong confirmed the remaining time.
韩素妍确认了剩下的时间。
[Three hours remaining in the self-regulated activity period.] [Once the main ego wakes up, your control will forcibly be rescinded.]
[自我意识一旦苏醒，你的控制就会被强制解除。]
She opened up the word processor and began typing away immediately. As if she was unspooling a manuscript stuck inside her head for the longest time ever, her fingers continued to move in a brilliant fashion. She showed not a single error in her typing. Her exquisite sentences that seemingly carved out a world in its entirety. However, arrangements that lacked any consideration towards the potential reader, and expositions that had no immersive devices to speak of. She typed, and typed some more, of this boring story.
她打开文字处理器，立即开始打字。她的手指继续灵活地摆动着，仿佛她正在打开脑袋里塞了很长时间的手稿。她在打字时没有发现一个错误。她优美的句子似乎完整地刻画了一个世界。然而，安排缺乏任何考虑到潜在的读者，并没有身临其境的设备说话的博览会。她把这个无聊的故事打了又打。
All the while expecting that…
一直以来都在期待..。
….Without a doubt, one person would definitely get to read this story.
毫无疑问，肯定会有一个人读到这个故事。
⸢This is a lie.⸥
这是个谎言
Countless worlds were destroyed by her hands.
数不清的世界被她的双手摧毁。
And countless characters died because of her.
无数的角色因她而死。
⸢At least, until it can become the truth.⸥
至少，直到它变成真理
All the possibilities that her [Predictive Plagiarism] could guess were overflowing inside her head. Some of them became the narrative, while some others became expositions.
所有的可能性，她[预测剽窃]可以猜测溢出在她的脑海。其中一些成为了叙事，而另一些则成为了展览。
And so, how long passed by like that? Han Su-Yeong's fingers eventually came to a stop.
就这样过了多久，韩素英的手指终于停住了。
⸢Yu Jung-Hyeok stood before the vast, endless calamity pouncing on him and spoke.⸥
于重赫站在扑面而来的浩劫面前说道
It was not possible to figure out every facet of the story through the [Predictive Plagiarism].
通过[预测性剽窃]是不可能弄清故事的每一个方面的。
⸢"Until I witness the end of the scenario, I shall never give up. That's why…"⸥
“除非我亲眼目睹这一切的结局，否则我永远不会放弃。这就是为什么......”
She wasn't sure whether Yu Jung-Hyeok really said something like that or not. Because, all of this was from her imagination, after all. Because, she had created everything. That's why she wanted to write these very words. Even if by borrowing Yu Jung-Hyeok's mouth, she wanted to write these words and put them in there.
她不确定余正赫是否真的说了那样的话。因为，所有这一切毕竟都是她的想象。因为，她创造了一切。这就是为什么她想要写下这些文字。即使借用余重赫的嘴，她也想把这些话写下来，放在那里。
⸢"You shouldn't give up, either."⸥
“你也不应该放弃。”
Han Su-Yeong panted breathlessly and slowly raised her head. When she looked behind her, she discovered the Dokkaebi King staring at the computer's screen with an enraptured expression.
韩素英气喘吁吁地慢慢抬起头来。当她回头看时，发现多卡比国王神情专注地盯着电脑屏幕。
"Hey, Dokkaebi King?"
“嘿，多卡比王?”
The creature slowly knelt down before her and waited for her next words.
那个动物慢慢地跪在她面前，等着她说下一句话。
"….I'm going to sleep."
“我要睡觉了。”
[You have spent too much of your mental power during a short period of time!]
[你在短时间内耗费了太多的精神力量!]
[Your ego will become subconsciousness, and…]
[你的自我会变成潜意识，并且......]
….
....
…….
.......
…….
.......
When she regained her consciousness, she was lying on her own bed.
当她恢复知觉时，她正躺在自己的床上。
It was midnight. It seemed that a full day's cycle went by after she blacked out.
当时是午夜，她晕过去了，似乎一整天的周期过去了。
'….Goddammit, what the hell did I do that for?'
“...该死的，我到底为什么要这么做?”
While holding her head, Han Su-Yeong got up from the bed. The blue wallpaper of the notebook PC resting on the desk caught her eye. She launched the internet browser without thinking too much about it and connected to the webnovel platform.
韩素妍一边抱着头，一边从床上站起来。放在桌子上的笔记本电脑的蓝色壁纸吸引了她的注意。她不假思索地推出了互联网浏览器，并连接到了webnovel平台。
Several comments had already popped up on her story she uploaded last night. Most of them were crappy, toxic comments about how 'no jam' it was, or how it was too obsessed with expositions and stuff.
关于她昨晚上传的故事，已经出现了一些评论。他们中的大多数都是蹩脚的，有毒的评论，说什么‘没有果酱’，或者它是如何过于沉迷于博览会之类的东西。
"I quickly wrote that in mere two hours, so obviously…. Besides, I was trying my best to be as close to the 'Ways of Survival', you know "
