In the original novel, the Eater of Dreams swallowed Yoo Jonghyuk, struggled against the terrible life that Yoo Jonghyuk suffered and eventually disappeared. It was a disaster caused by overeating. However, this was the story in Ways of Survival.
在原著中，梦的食者吞噬了柳钟玉，挣扎于柳钟玉所遭受的可怕生活中，最终消失了。这是一场因暴饮暴食引起的灾难。然而，这就是《生存之道》中的故事。
It wasn’t the 136th regression that he would eat this time.
这次他吃的不是第136次回归。
[ Kuooooooh….! ]
[ Kuooooooh... ! ]
The third regression, the fourth regression, the fifth regression… 「 “Do you know what will happen if humans live for thousands of years?” 」
第三次回归、第四次回归、第五次回归...「你知道如果人类活上千年会发生什么吗?」
The 36th regression, the 47th regression, the 69th regression… 「 “Have you ever thought about the pain of an endlessly repeating life?” 」
第三十六次回归、第四十七次回归、第六十九次回归...「你有没有想过不断重复的生命所带来的痛苦?」
The 141st regression, the 143rd regression, the 148th regression… 「 “This is human suffering. You damn tentacles bastard.” 」
第141次回归，第143次回归，第148次回归...「这是人类的苦难，你这该死的触手杂种」
There was a feast of memories that never ended. Cracks started to spread through the engorged space. After eating what shouldn’t be eaten, the crazy Eater of Dreams started to riot.
这是一场永不结束的回忆盛宴。裂缝开始在充盈的空间里蔓延。吃了不该吃的东西后，这个疯狂的梦食者开始暴动。
However, he had no place to go because this was his stomach. No one could escape from themselves.
然而，他没有地方可去，因为这是他的胃，没有人可以逃脱自己。
[ Kuooooooh! ]
[ Kuooooooh! ]
The flood of words was larger than what he could handle.
他无法应付滔滔不绝的话语。
The stories that weren’t absorbed flew away and the flood of stories swept over the outer universe like waves. The wreckage of the damaged stomach scattered.
没有被吸收的故事飞走了，故事的洪水像波浪一样席卷了外部的宇宙。受损胃的残骸散落一地。
The Fourth Wall is slowly opening its eyes.]
第四道长城正在慢慢地睁开它的眼睛
[The Fourth Wall is searching for something to eat.]
[第四面墙在找吃的东西。]
The startled Eater of Dreams stared at me.
吃惊的食梦者盯着我。
[The Fourth Wall laughs at the Eater of Dreams.]
[第四面墙嘲笑食梦者]
Now the relationship between predator and prey had changed.
现在捕食者和猎物之间的关系已经改变了。
[Kuaaaaah…]
[ kuaaaaaah... ]
The Fourth Wall, which was made up of many letters, started to swallow the stories of the Eater of Dreams.
由许多信件组成的第四堵墙开始吞噬着梦境食者的故事。
It was purely hungry eating, without caring about gourmet food. The countless fish and other symbols of the Eater of Dreams tried to flee, but it couldn’t escape from the persistent wall.
这纯粹是饥饿的进食，不关心美食。数不清的鱼和其他食梦者的象征试图逃跑，但它无法逃脱坚持不懈的墙壁。
The stories that he had eaten for 8,000 years were crushed to powder and sucked into the wall. The patterns on the wall emitted a bright light.
他吃了8000年的故事被压成粉末，吸进了墙里。墙上的图案发出明亮的光。
The voice of the unauthorized guy who read the story was shocked.
那个未经授权的人读了这个故事，他的声音震惊了。
[■■…?]
[■ ... ? ]
More than half his thoughts had been consumed and they appeared on the wall.
他有一半以上的思想都被消耗掉了，它们出现在墙上。
「 Surely this isn’t ■■….? 」
“这里肯定不是■...?”
[ Ohhhh… ]
[ Ohhhh... ]
「The great old ones! Where are all of you? 」
“伟大的老人们!你们都在哪里?”
At the last moment, he tried to abandon everything and run, but the Fourth Wall was one step faster. The wall exposed its terrible teeth and swallowed the contents of the stomach.
在最后一刻，他试图放弃一切逃跑，但是第四道墙比他快了一步。墙壁露出了它可怕的牙齿，吞下了胃里的东西。
[ Ohhh… great old… ohhhh. ]
[哦......伟大的老......哦......]
There was a dazzling light and the open mouth of the wall finally closed.
一道耀眼的光线照射在墙上，墙的开口终于合上了。
[The Fourth Wall has finished eating.]
[第四面墙吃完了。]
[You have defeated an outer god!]
你打败了一个外在的神
.
.
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[The Star Stream has failed to find a suitable name for your achievement.] [An unknown achievement will be added to your fifth story.] [Your status, which was about to be confirmed, will be re-evaluated.]
[星流未能为你的成就找到一个合适的名字。][在你的第五个故事里会增加一个未知的成就。][你的状态，即将被确认，将被重新评估。]
The fragments of the Eater of Dreams scattered and I remained in the void of the outer universe with a few stories.
梦的食人者的碎片散落一地，我只留下了几个故事，留在外部宇宙的虚空中。
The space didn’t collapse even though the Eater of Dreams was dead. I still hadn’t returned to my original world.
即使食梦者已经死了，这个空间也没有坍塌，我仍然没有回到我原来的世界。
[The gods of the outer universe are greatly confused after hearing of the death of Eater of Dreams.] [The outer gods are trying to figure out what happened in his scenario.] [Some ‘great old beings’ are watching you.’]
[外部宇宙的众神在听说了食梦者的死亡之后非常困惑。][外界诸神正试图弄清楚在他的剧本中发生了什么]有些“伟大的老人”正在看着你
A feeling of nausea rose inside me. Perhaps it was because my spirit had been eaten but I felt weakened.
我感到一阵恶心。也许是因为我的灵魂被吃掉了，但我感到虚弱。
“Heok, heok… kueeek!”
“喂，喂......kueeek!”
It was a horrible experience. Yoo Jonghyuk had done this in the 136th regression.
这是一次可怕的经历，柳永玉在第136次回归中就是这样做的。
“Kueeeek!”
“ Kueeeek! ”
After vomiting a few times, I searched through the fragments of the story for my mother.
在呕吐了几次之后，我为母亲搜索了故事的片段。
Fortunately, the image formed by Eater of Dreams was preserved. She stood there with closed eyes.
幸运的是，食梦者的形象保存了下来，她闭着眼睛站在那里。
Was she still alive? I didn’t know. I tested my mother’s pulse and shook her shoulders. “Please wake up.”
她还活着吗?我不知道。我检查了母亲的脉搏，摇了摇她的肩膀。“请醒醒。”
First, I had to take my mother out of here. I looked around.
首先，我必须带我妈妈离开这里。我环顾四周。
…Why wasn’t this space broken?
为什么这个空间没有被破坏？
In the 136th regression, there was the scene where Yoo Jonghyuk killed the Eater of Dreams, this space collapsed and he returned to the original world. The outer universe was operated with the power of the outer god. Once the outer god died, it should be broken. This time, the outer god died but his space was still maintained. Why?
在第136次回归中，有这样一个场景，柳永玉杀死了食梦者，这个空间崩溃了，他回到了原来的世界。外部宇宙是由外部神的力量控制的。一旦外神死了，它就应该被打破。这一次，外神死了，但他的空间仍然维持着。为什么？
[The Fourth Wall is looking at you.]
[第四面墙在看着你。]
…Don’t tell me?
别告诉我？
[The Fourth Wall shakes her head with regret.]
[第四堵墙遗憾地摇了摇头]
[The Fourth Wall is still hungry.]
[第四道长城仍然饥饿。]
It ate so many stories yet it was still hungry?
它吃了那么多故事，还是那么饥饿？
[The Fourth Wall has started to suck the remaining remnants.]
[第四长城已经开始吸干剩余的残余部分。]
It was as if a vacuum cleaner was turned on as the Fourth Wall opened its mouth and started to suck in the rest of the surroundings.
就好像当第四堵墙张开嘴，开始吸入周围的其他东西时，真空吸尘器被打开了一样。
The remaining stories, the dust and…
剩下的故事，灰尘和..。
“Wait! Wait!”
“等等!等等!”
Even my mother who was in my arms. I flew towards the wall.
甚至抱着我的母亲，我也朝着墙壁飞去。
“Hey! Don’t eat that!”
“嘿!别吃那个!”
Before I could reach the wall, my mother was sucked into it. The mouth devoured my mother’s head, arms and torso.
我还没来得及爬到墙上，母亲就被吸进去了。那张嘴吞噬了我母亲的头、手臂和躯干。
“Shit! I told you not to eat that!”
“妈的!我告诉过你不要吃那个!”
[The Fourth Wall is laughing with satisfaction.]
[第四面墙满意地笑了]
[The Fourth Wall is licking its lips as it looks at you.]
[第四面墙看着你的时候，正在舔着嘴唇。]
I had to ask something. There was something I hadn’t heard yet. Yet this damn wall had swallowed my mother.
我不得不问一些事情。有些事情我还没有听到。然而这该死的墙壁已经吞噬了我的母亲。
What happened after being swallowed by the wall? I didn’t know. One thing was for certain, none of the beings eaten by the wall had returned.
被墙壁吞没后发生了什么？我不知道。有一件事是肯定的，被长城吃掉的生物没有一个回来。
The Theatre Dungeon’s master, the reincarnator Nirvana and even the Eater of Dreams…
剧场地下城的主人，转世涅槃，甚至食梦者..。
Was there any possibility of my mother surviving when even an outer god couldn’t survive?
我的母亲有没有可能活下来，即使是一个外在的神也无法存活？
“Spit her out!”
“把她吐出来!”
I started punching the Fourth Wall. The wall licked its lips towards me but showed no signs of eating me. The surface of the wall faintly shook at my punch.
我开始猛击第四面墙。那堵墙舔了舔我的嘴唇，但没有任何吃我的迹象。墙壁的表面在我的一拳下微微颤动。
Punch and punch again. I knew it was foolish but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. How much did I hit the wall? Then a message appeared on the wall.
一拳又一拳。我知道这很愚蠢，但我没有停下来。我停不下来。我撞到墙上了多少钱？然后一条信息出现在墙上。
「 First, I remember when I gave that child a name. 」
“首先，我记得给那个孩子起名字的时候”
I stared blankly at the sentence. I realized what it meant after a short time.
我茫然地盯着这个句子，不一会儿就明白了它的意思。
「 He wanted to use Dok (alone) and I wanted Dok (reader). Maybe it was from here that he and I became different. 」
“他想单独使用Dok，而我想要Dok(读者)。”。也许正是在这里，他和我变得不同了。」
I groaned and hit the wall. I never wanted to hear the story this way.
我呻吟着撞到了墙上，我从来不想这样听这个故事。
「 I wanted him to be a reader rather than a lonely person. As long as they read something, humans won’t be lonely. I probably wanted to believe this. 」
我希望他成为一个读者，而不是一个孤独的人。只要他们读点什么，人类就不会感到孤独。我也许愿意相信这一点。」
As soon as my punches stopped, countless sentences appeared on the wall. I couldn’t believe how many sentences there were in a person’s lifetime.
我的拳头一停，墙上就出现了数不清的句子。我简直不敢相信一个人一生中有多少句话。
「 “I should stay at home? Huh? Why should I live like this? How long do I have to live while supporting you and that child!” 」 「 “Sookyung, you have to endure it. Think of Dokja. The man will only do it for a moment.” 」 「 “Mother, I think you should pay attention to Dokja.” 」
「我应该呆在家里吗?」？什么？我为什么要这样生活？我还要活多久，才能养活你和那个孩子!”“秀京，你要忍耐。想想Dokja。这个人只会做一会儿。”“妈妈，我觉得你应该留意一下Dokja”
I cursed and started beating on the wall again. There were some things I remembered but some things I didn’t. Still, the feelings of those days were vivid.
我咒骂着，又开始敲打墙壁。有些事情我记得，但有些事情我不记得。尽管如此，那些日子的感觉仍然栩栩如生。
「 It was hard. At the time, I was so tired that I couldn’t think of anything else. When I thought about it, it was just as hard for my child. 」
「很艰难」。当时，我太累了，什么也想不起来。当我想到这一点时，对我的孩子来说也同样困难
My mother had suffered in those days. Violence against a woman, a mother and a person, it should never be done.
我的母亲在那些日子里饱受折磨。对一个女人、一个母亲和一个人的暴力，绝不应该发生。
「 “Dokja. Get in here. Understood? Don’t come out until Mother says you can.” 」
“Dokja，进来，明白吗?没有妈妈的允许不要出来”
The merciless words continuously appeared and I once again suffered my childhood from another point of view.
无情的话语不断出现，我再一次从另一个角度看待我的童年。
It sounded like a completely strange story, despite it being something I had experienced personally.
这听起来像是一个完全奇怪的故事，尽管这是我亲身经历过的事情。
This was what happened. It was so painful. It was miserable. By the way, why had I forgotten all of this? Did I just want to forget?
事情就是这样的。太痛苦了。这是一种痛苦的体验。顺便问一下，为什么我把这些都忘了？我只是想忘记吗？
Meanwhile, the wall continued to speak.
与此同时，隔离墙继续说话。
「 I should’ve left him. No matter what other people said, I should’ve taken that child and gone to a distant place. 」
“我应该离开他的”。不管别人怎么说，我都应该带着孩子去一个遥远的地方
She should’ve left in the end.
她最后应该离开的。
「 Why didn’t I? 」
“为什么我没有?”
It was a record filled with remorse and regret. This was my mother, who was ‘silent’ in reality. Now she was opening her mouth when it was a novel.
这是一个充满悔恨和遗憾的记录。这是我的母亲，她在现实中是沉默的。现在她正在张开她的嘴，当它是一本小说的时候。
「 It happened late in the evening. 」
“这件事发生在深夜。”
Finally, the story began.
最后，故事开始了。
「 “Bring more alcohol!” 」
“多带点酒来!”
My father’s voice shouted to bring more alcohol. He pushed my mother and hit her stomach. My father was threatening.
我父亲的声音叫着拿酒来，他推了我母亲一把，打了她的肚子，我父亲在威胁我。
「 “Y-You! Put down the knife and let’s talk!” 」
“你!放下刀，我们谈谈!”
Slowly, the memories were coming back. The little boy hiding in the room stuck out his head. That’s right. At that time, my father was holding a knife and acting threatening.
慢慢地，记忆又回来了。躲在房间里的小男孩伸出了头。没错。那时，我父亲正拿着一把刀，威胁我。
「 “Dokja! I told you to stay in your room!” 」
“Dokja!我告诉过你待在房间里!”
My mother shouted and ran towards me. My drunk father swung the knife threateningly.
我母亲大叫着向我跑来，醉醺醺的父亲挥舞着刀子，威胁着我。
「 You will die and I will die as well. Eh? Should we all die? Aren’t we fucked up living together like this? Huh? Then let’s die together! 」
「你会死，我也会死」。嗯？我们都该死吗？我们这样住在一起不是很糟糕吗？什么？那我们一起死吧!」
My mother threw her body forward. There was a sound and my father’s body collapsed. A knife dropped to the ground. Alcohol flowed from a rolling wine bottle. I knew the next scene. My mother would pick up the fallen knife and stab my father. Then she would tell me, ‘From now on, I will read all of this again.’
我母亲把身体向前倾。有一个声音，我父亲的身体垮了。一把刀掉在地上。酒精从滚动的酒瓶中流出。我知道下一个场景。我的母亲会捡起落下的刀刺伤我的父亲。然后她会告诉我，‘从现在开始，我会把这些再读一遍
「 “U… Uwaaaack!” 」
“ u... Uwaaaack! ”
By the way…
顺便说一句。
「 “Dokja. No! Put down that thing!” 」
“Dokja，不!把那东西放下!”
What was this?
这是什么？
「 “Dokja!” 」
“ Dokja! ”
I picked up the knife and was trembling as I stared at my father. My small face was covered in tears. My father laughed mockingly and swung his fist. Instead of hitting my mother, my father slipped on the bottle. Then…
我拿起刀，凝视着父亲，浑身发抖。我的小脸上满是泪水。父亲嘲笑地笑着挥舞着拳头。我父亲没有打我母亲，而是在瓶子上滑倒了。然后..。
Blood emerged from his mouth.
血从他的嘴里流出来。
「 If I immediately called for help, he might’ve been able to live. 」
“如果我立即呼救，他也许还能活下来”
I felt clogged up.
我感觉自己被堵住了。
「I was the only one who could save him and I chose not to. 」
「我是唯一能救他的人，却选择不救他」
This accident changed our lives.
这次事故改变了我们的生活。
「The words I told the child weren’t a lie. I was the one who killed him. 」
“我对那孩子说的话不是谎言，是我杀了他”
My mother took away the knife from the child who lost his mind. Then after a few deep breaths, she quietly woke me up.
我母亲从那个失去理智的孩子手中夺走了刀。深呼吸几下后，她悄悄地叫醒了我。
「 “Dokja. From now on, I will read all of this again. 」 「 “Your father did something wrong and died. This was self-defense. Understood? 」 「 “No matter what, you must not forget that you are the victim.” 」
「Dokja」。从现在开始，我将再次阅读所有这些内容“你父亲做错了事，死了。”。这是正当防卫。明白吗?」“无论如何，你都不能忘记自己是受害者”
My mother’s voice permeated my ears.
我母亲的声音充满了我的耳朵。
「 Perhaps many things were decided at that time. 」
“当时或许决定了许多事情”
The mother searched for cases relating to murder and manipulated the evidence. She ruled out anything that could involve me. This ended up making the accidental death seem like a premeditated crime.
那位母亲搜寻与谋杀有关的案件，篡改证据。她排除了任何与我有关的可能。这使得意外死亡看起来像是有预谋的犯罪。
「 Someone has to live as a murderer. Someone else has to live as the son of a murderer. 」
“有人必须当杀人犯，有人必须当杀人犯的儿子”
Now I remembered.
现在我想起来了。
“…It was because of this?”
“......就因为这个?”
I placed my hands on the wall and bowed my head for a while.
我把手放在墙上，低了一下头。
…In fact, I knew. I thought it might be this and it was the only reason that would make me understand my mother’s behaviour.
事实上，我知道。我想可能是这个原因，这是唯一能让我理解母亲行为的原因。
The reason why she suddenly wrote the essay was to make me the son of a murderer, not a murderer.
她突然写这篇文章的原因是想让我成为一个杀人犯的儿子，而不是一个杀人犯。
「 I often think about it. 」
“我常常想起它”
「 Maybe it was all an excuse. 」
“也许这一切都是借口”
「 There could’ve been a better way. 」 「 No matter what, I shouldn’t have left the child alone. 」 「 As a mother, I shouldn’t have acted that way. 」
