Magic power flowed from my new beating heart and I could breathe a bit. At the very least, the tragedy of losing my birth story wouldn’t happen anymore.
魔法的力量从我跳动的新心脏中流出，我可以呼吸一点。至少，失去出生故事的悲剧不会再发生了。
The reconstruction of my body would start from now on.
我的身体重建将从现在开始。
I started to eat ‘right arm of the poor sword master who was stabbed in the back by a colleague.’ Rather than tearing off flesh, it was closer to peeping at a story that broke as soon as it was seen.
我开始吃那个可怜的剑师的右臂，他被一个同事在背后捅了一刀它不是撕裂肉体，而是更接近于窥视一个故事，一旦它被看到就爆发。
[The story fragment ‘Right Arm of the Poor Sword Master’ has been acquired.]
[故事片段‘可怜的剑师的右臂’已经获得]
I didn’t know if it was just my imagination but I felt that I could use the sword a bit better.
我不知道这是否只是我的想象，但我觉得我可以更好地使用这把剑。
[The attribute ‘Lamarck Kirin’ has reached its saturation limit.] [Drop the saturation level to absorb new story fragments.]
[拉马克·基林属性已经达到饱和极限][降低饱和度以吸收新的故事片段]
I felt better after eating two story fragments and sat down on a pile of garbage.
吃完两个故事的片段，坐在一堆垃圾上，我感觉好多了。
“…It is a bit cold.”
“......有点冷。”
It was less painful than before but the cold continued to prickle at my skin.
虽然不像以前那么痛了，但是我的皮肤仍然感到一阵刺痛。
The durability of my body had increased but the ‘exile penalty’ hadn’t disappeared. I felt a big emptiness and loneliness from the loss of the story. I seemed to know why people wanted to hear, see or read something over and over.
我身体的耐力增加了，但是流放的惩罚并没有消失。失去了这个故事，我感到很大的空虚和孤独。我似乎知道人们为什么想一遍又一遍地听、看或读某些东西。
Then a slight warmth started to flow through my body.
然后一股轻微的热量开始流过我的身体。
[Someone is talking about you.]
有人在谈论你
…Talking about me?
在谈论我吗？
[Your story is being created on Planet Earth.
你的故事是在地球上创造的。
I could see what happened. Someone was talking about me on Earth.
我能看到发生了什么。有人在地球上谈论我。
Who was it? It couldn’t be Yoo Jonghyuk. Lee Hyunsung? Jung Heewon? Or Shin Yoosung?
是谁?不可能是柳永玉，李贤星?郑希元?或者申友成？
…I didn’t know. Still, it was funny. Someone was telling my story. Someone still remembered… [The new story ‘Kim Dojega’s Legend’ has been created on Peace Land.] …I hoped they would at least get my name right. I looked up at the night sky where the stars were invisible.
我不知道。尽管如此，这还是很有趣。有人在讲我的故事。还是有人记得...[新故事‘金·多杰加的传奇’已经在和平之地创作出来了。]我希望他们至少能把我的名字写对。我抬头仰望夜空，那里的星星是看不见的。
This was the horizon of the story. I couldn’t see the stars and the stars couldn’t see me. Thus, the arrogant stars wouldn’t know.
这就是故事的前景。我看不见星星，星星也看不见我。因此，傲慢的星星不会知道。
In a place they couldn’t see, the story that was going to destroy them had just begun.
在一个他们看不见的地方，即将摧毁他们的故事才刚刚开始。
Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Chapter 194 - Episode 37 - Landscape of the Demon World (1)
