It was an hour later that Yoo Jonghyuk and his colleagues returned to Earth. Yoo Jonghyuk, Han Sooyoung, Lee Jihye, Jung Heewon, Lee Hyunsung, Shin Yoosung, Lee Gilyoung and Lee Seolhwa.
一个小时后，YooJonghyuk和他的同事们回到了地球。柳永、韩素英、李智慧、郑希元、李贤成、申友成、李吉英及李世华。
The first thing they discovered after safely passing through the portal was the flashing sparks around the centre of the industrial complex. The sparks of probability were striking down on the centre of the Factory like lightning bolts.
在安全通过入口后，他们发现的第一件事就是工业园区中心周围闪烁的火花。可能的火花像闪电一样击中了工厂的中心。
Lee Jihye wondered, "…What the hell is going on?"
李智慧心想:“这到底是怎么回事?”
She asked but no one could answer properly. They got on the chimera dragon and soon arrived at the Factory. The party members jumped over the walls and ran straight to the hospital room.
她问道，但是没有人能够正确地回答。他们上了奇美拉龙，很快就到了工厂。党员们跳过围墙，直奔医院病房。
Flying Fox waved when he saw the people rushing in. "Huh, you came back already?"
飞狐看到人们都冲进来，就挥了挥手。“哈，你已经回来了?”
Jung Heewon asked, "Dokja-ssi… no, where is Yoo Sangah-ssi?"
JungHeewon问，“Dokja-ssi...不，YooSangah-ssi在哪里?”
"He is over there, though I think you need to be treated as well…"
“他在那边，尽管我认为你也需要得到对待......”
"We're fine. Just treat Hyunsung-ssi."
“我们很好，只要治好贤星思就行了。”
"W-Wait a minute! My skin is just a bit―"
”等等我的皮肤有点...”
"Shut up and lie down."
“闭嘴，躺下。”
After throwing the burnt Lee Hyunsung onto a hospital bed, Jung Heewon and the others headed to Yoo Sangah's hospital room. Obviously, they thought Kim Dokja would first head there.
把烧焦的李贤星扔到医院病床上后，郑平元和其他人前往柳善雅的病房。显然，他们认为金独子会首先到达那里。
"Dokja-ssi! Sangah-ssi!"
“ Dokja-ssi! Sangah-ssi! ”
"Hey, everyone! If you just come in…!"
“嘿，各位!如果你们进来......!”
Then the party members faced an unexpected sight after arriving. Han Sooyoung muttered. "What is this situation?"
到了这里，党员们出乎意料地出现了一幕，韩素英咕哝道:“这是什么情况?”
There was no one in Yoo Sangah's hospital room apart from the minimum number of medical staff. Yoo Sangah's soul was still broken. Kim Dokja couldn't be seen at all.
在YooSangah的病房里，除了最低数量的医务人员外，没有其他人。刘尚雅的灵魂仍然支离破碎。金东子根本不见了。
A black aura was released from Han Sooyoung's body. "I'm asking you. What is this situation?"
韩秀英的身上散发出黑色的光环，“我问你，现在是什么情况?”
The medical staff were daunted and spat out everything that happened, from the Returnees War to Kim Dokja's return.
医务人员被吓坏了，把发生的一切都吐了出来，从“海归战争”到金杜佳的回归。
"…So, Lee Sookyung went to receive treatment first. Maybe by now, the last step―"
“......所以，李秀珍先去接受治疗，也许现在，最后一步——”
Before the words finished, Han Sooyoung had already moved. It was so fast that no one could stop her. Han Sooyoung jumped over a nearby chair and grabbed the collar of a man taller than herself. "You son of a bitch. You knew everything?"
话还没说完，韩素英就已经搬走了。它是如此之快，以至于没有人能够阻止她。韩淑英跳过旁边的椅子，抓住一个比她高的男人的衣领。“你这狗娘养的。你什么都知道?”
"…"
"..."
"Why didn't you talk properly? If you knew this―"
“你为什么不好好说话?如果你知道的话——”
"If I said it, could you change anything?"
“如果我说了，你能改变什么吗?”
Yoo Jonghyuk's cold voice rang through the room. Han Sooyoung's mouth trembled. Could she change it if she knew? She didn't know. Han Sooyoung couldn't answer the question.
柳钟玉冷冰冰的声音响彻整个房间。韩素英的嘴颤抖着。如果她知道了，她会改变吗？她不知道。韩素英不能回答这个问题。
Yoo Jonghyuk asked again, "I asked if you could change anything?"
柳永玉再次问道:“我问你是否可以改变什么?”
"You bastard…!"
“你这个混蛋......!”
This time, Yoo Jonghyuk didn't yield. The moment when the pressure around the two people was going to devastate the surroundings, Jung Heewon stopped them. "Stop, both of you! Can't you see that Yoo Sangah-ssi is present?"
这一次，柳永玉没有屈服。就在这两个人周围的压力要摧毁周围环境的时候，郑和元阻止了他们。“你们两个都给我住手！难道你没有看到柳善雅-西在场吗?”
[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is furious!]
[《火之审判》这个星座像恶魔一样狂怒!]
Yoo Jonghyuk shook off Han Sooyoung's hand and spoke to the medical staff. "Where is Kim Dokja?"
柳钟玉甩开韩秀英的手，对医护人员说:“金东子在哪里?”
Han Sooyoung also turned to the staff at the question. Rather than answering, the medical staff glanced in one direction in unison. It was a hospital room where Lee Sookyung's surgery was underway.
韩秀英也转向了工作人员的问题。医务人员没有回答，而是异口同声地朝一个方向看去。这是一间医院病房，李秀珍的手术正在这里进行。
Han Sooyoung asked, "Kim Dokja is in that room?"
韩秀英问:“金道子在那个房间里吗?”
"That's right. Aileen said he is needed…"
“没错，艾琳说他需要......”
The party members approached the operating room door quietly enough not to interfere with the operation. Through the transparent glass, Aileen and Kim Dokja could be seen conducting the operation in the room. Thanks to the lighting, Kim Dokja's expression couldn't be seen but he definitely didn't look good.
党员们悄悄地走近手术室的门，以免影响手术的进行。透过透明的玻璃，可以看到艾琳和金·多克贾在房间里进行手术。多亏了灯光，KimDokja的表情看不出来，但他看起来绝对不怎么样。
Kim Dokja's hand was trembling and his gaze was slightly lowered. It was Shin Yoosung who opened her mouth first. "…Ahjussi's state is a bit weird."
金道佳的手颤抖着，他的目光微微低垂。是ShinYoosung先开口的。”大叔的状态有点奇怪。”
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Once the operation started, the first thing Aileen said was, "You must come with me."
手术一开始，爱玲说的第一句话就是:“你必须跟我来。”
"…Is there anything I can do to help?"
“我能帮上什么忙吗?”
"Yes."
“是的。”
The moment I ended the room, I saw the fragments of my broken mother. My mother, who defeated the returnees by summoning Pungbaek, was in a state where all her stories were broken.
当我离开房间的那一刻，我看到了我破碎的母亲的碎片。我的母亲，通过召唤Pungbaek来打败那些回归者，她所处的那个州，她所有的故事都被打破了。
「 …Dokja. 」
“ ... Dokja. ”
Somewhere, I felt I heard these words. Maybe it was my mother's stories. I thought in a reassuring manner to her. 'Don't worry. I didn't choose anyone.'
在某个地方，我感觉我听到了这些话。也许是我母亲的故事。我以一种使她安心的方式想着。”“别担心。我没有选择任何人
My mother's soul must be restored as quickly as possible. That way, I had the time to save Yoo Sangah. From now on, it was the time of Aileen.
我母亲的灵魂必须尽快恢复。这样，我就有时间救刘尚雅了。从现在开始，这是爱玲的时代。
"Staff, begin to supply the magic power."
“工作人员，开始提供神奇的力量。”
Aileen pulled out a small brush and started to collect the floating pieces of stories one by one.
爱玲拿出一把小刷子，开始一个接一个地收集那些漂浮着的故事碎片。
The surgery itself was simple. Collect the fragments of the scattered stories and put them together in context.
手术本身很简单，收集零散的故事片段，把它们放在一起。
It was to recover the meaning of the lost sentences. It was easy to say but the number of people in Ways of Survival who could perform this type of major surgery could only be counted on one hand.
这是为了恢复丢失的句子的意思。说起来容易，但是在《生存之道》中能够进行这种大手术的人数只能用一只手来计算。
The most remarkable one among them was Aileen Makerfield, the Story Expert next to me.
其中最引人注目的是艾琳·马克菲尔德，我旁边的故事专家。
[The story 'Person Who Repairs the Story' has started!] 「 Every word that reaches your fingertips restores itself. 」
《修理故事的人》开始了“每个到达你指尖的单词都会自动恢复”
The end of the story was ultimately a share of the story. Every time Aileen's brush moved, the broken stories started to follow one by one. The star fluids I gained were the adhesive holding the stories together.
故事的结局最终是故事的一部分。每当爱玲的画笔移动，那些破碎的故事就一个接一个地出现。我得到的明星液体是把故事粘合在一起的粘合剂。
[The item 'Soma' is working!]
[‘Soma’这个项目起作用了!]
[The item 'Nectar' is working!]
[“花蜜”这个项目起作用了!]
By the time 40 minutes passed in the surgery, Aileen's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. The scene of Aileen's surgery also appeared in Ways of Survival but this was my first time actually seeing it and I was slightly impressed.
手术进行了40分钟，艾琳的额头上布满了汗珠。艾琳的手术场景也出现在《生存之道》中，但这是我第一次真正看到它，我有点印象深刻。
Once the overall story was repaired, Aileen took a sip of water. I asked Aileen, "Is it okay if the fragments aren't in context?"
整个故事讲完以后，爱玲喝了一口水。我问艾琳，“如果这些片段没有上下文，可以吗?”
I was anxious when I saw that the story fragments Aileen put together weren't perfectly neat.
当我看到艾琳拼凑起来的故事片段并不完美时，我感到很不安。
AIleen lightly wiped her lips. "It's fine. This is what humans are like."
艾琳轻轻地擦了擦嘴，“没关系，人类就是这样的。”
Certainly, her words might be true. In general, humans weren't tidy existences.
当然，她的话可能是真的。一般来说，人类并不是整洁的存在。
By the way, Aileen's words weren't over. "However, there are some sentences that can be serious if they aren't put together properly. For example, these parts."
顺便说一句，爱玲的话还没说完。“然而，有些句子如果组合不当可能会很严重。例如，这些部分。”
Aileen pointed to my mother's soul. Unlike the other restored areas, her half-collapsed heart hadn't been operated on. "In fact, Sookyung-ssi's surgery was a bit late. Her thema is already damaged."
爱玲指着我母亲的灵魂。不像其他恢复区，她半衰竭的心脏没有做手术。“事实上，sookyin-ssi的手术有点晚了。她的主题已经被破坏了。”
"Thema?"
“忒玛?”
The contents of Ways of Survival flowed through my head.
《生存之道》的内容在我的脑海中回荡。
"Do you know that everyone's soul is made up of stories?"
“你知道每个人的灵魂都是由故事构成的吗?”
"I've heard it before."
“我以前听说过。”
It was a story Persephone told me. Aileen continued speaking. "In every soul, there is a core theme that penetrates it. The most important story that forms the essence of the soul."
这是珀尔塞福涅告诉我的一个故事。爱玲继续说下去。“每个灵魂都有一个贯穿其中的核心主题。构成灵魂本质的最重要的故事。”
I belatedly recalled a mention of it in Ways of Survival.
我后来回忆起在《生存之道》中提到过这个问题。
「 Every story has a thema. Even a story without a thema, the thema is 'there is no thema.' 」 "Only the person who best understands this soul can touch the thema."
每个故事都有一个主题。即使一个故事没有主题，主题也是“没有主题”“只有最了解这个灵魂的人才能触摸它。”
I hesitated for a moment. "Then the reason you said I should go in with you…"
我犹豫了一会儿。“然后你说我应该和你一起进去的原因......”
"That's right." Aileen nodded and continued, "The thema can only be restored by the person who best knows the soul. You have to do this part yourself. I'll share the story…"
“没错。”爱玲点点头，接着说:“只有最了解灵魂的人才能修复这些东西。你必须自己完成这部分。我会分享这个故事......”
I didn't hear the end of Aileen's words.
我没有听到爱玲说完。
[The story 'Person Who Repairs the Story' temporarily dwells at the end of your hand.]
故事《修理故事的人》暂时停留在你的手上
I had to do it myself?
我不得不自己动手？
"There isn't much time left. You need to start now. Medical staff, be ready to supply magic power!"
“剩下的时间不多了。你现在就要开始。医护人员，准备好提供魔力!”
I stared at my mother's soul while holding the brush. My mother lay there quietly with her eyes closed, like a person covered in a shroud. There were wrinkles and wounds I didn't know about. She had stiff eyebrows and dry cheeks.
我拿着画笔凝视着母亲的灵魂。我的母亲安静地躺在那里，闭着眼睛，就像裹着寿衣的人。那里有我不知道的皱纹和伤口。她的眉毛僵硬，面颊干燥。
Aileen said, "Think of it as a book. Imagine all the stories in front of you becoming a book."
爱玲说:“把它想象成一本书，把你面前所有的故事都想象成一本书。”
I looked at the difficult sentences floating in front of me and tried to show my imagination. Just like I was rereading the book I read as a child, I closed my eyes and stretched out my hand.
我看着漂浮在我面前的难句，试图展示我的想象力。就像我重读我小时候读过的那本书一样，我闭上眼睛，伸出手。
「 "Yes, do you want to read that book?" 」
“是的，你想看那本书吗?”
I cleared the cover of the dust and opened it to see the first page that was broken and worn out. I opened my eyes again and saw the floating stories gathered at the end of my hand.
我清除了封面上的灰尘，打开它，看到第一页已经破损和磨损。我再次睁开眼睛，看到了手心里飘浮的故事。
「 "Dokja." 」
“ Dokja”
Sentence by sentence, the fragments started talking to me. I slowly moved the brush. I thought of my mother. I remembered my mother. There was a stale smell as words were lifted from the well of old memories.
一句接着一句，片段开始和我说话。我慢慢地移动刷子。我想起了我的母亲。我想起了我的母亲。当话语从旧记忆的井里飘出来时，有一股陈腐的味道。
「 "Dokja, what type of character do you like best?" 」
“Dokja，你最喜欢什么类型的人物?”
I remembered. The books I read with my mother for the first time. I unconsciously moved the brush. The overflowing sentences were linked through my brush.
我记得。我和妈妈第一次一起读的书。我不自觉地移动了画笔。溢出的句子通过我的画笔连接起来。
「 "You don't seem to like the ending. However, not all stories can have happy endings." 」
“你似乎不喜欢这个结局，但并非所有的故事都有幸福的结局”
The person who gave me reasons to like books. For the sins I committed, she went to jail. The person who wrote a book about our story. The person I wanted to see. The person I resented. She was my mother but also the person furthest from me.
那个给我喜欢书籍理由的人。因为我犯下的罪，她进了监狱。写了一本关于我们故事的书的人。我想见的人。我憎恨的那个人。她是我的母亲，也是离我最远的人。
「 "Dokja." 」
“ Dokja”
Blood in the living room and the feeling of the falling knife. My mother's following words.
客厅里的血和掉落的刀的感觉。我母亲的话。
「 "Read it again." 」
“再读一遍”
The moment I finished, the brush stopped. Still, my mother's thema was incomplete.
我一画完，刷子就停了下来，可是我妈妈的主题还没画完。
"Demon King of Salvation?"
“救世魔王?”
My mother's story that I knew was up to here.
我知道我母亲的故事就在这里。
「 "…Sin. If it is a sin, it's a sin." 」
“罪，如果是罪，就是罪”
「 "Do all prisoners think this way?" 」
“所有囚犯都这么想吗?”
「 "It is funny, the justice of this world." 」
“真有趣，这个世界的正义”
There were still numerous story fragments floating around me but they didn't talk to me anymore.
我周围还有很多故事片段，但是他们不再和我说话了。
The fragments had a context I didn't know. I couldn't hear them and they were unknown sentences.
这些片段有一个我不知道的上下文，我听不到它们，它们是未知的句子。
I was suddenly confused, as if thrown into the middle of the first book I read. The only thing I knew about Lee Sookyung was Lee Sookyung as my mother.
我突然感到困惑，仿佛被扔到了我读的第一本书的中间。我唯一知道的关于李秀珍的事情就是李秀珍是我的母亲。
The hand holding the brush trembled. The trembling was speaking on my behalf. I couldn't do it. This wasn't something I could do.
拿着刷子的手颤抖着。颤抖代表我说话。我做不到。这不是我能做的。
Belated regret flooded me like waves. I should've talked to her more. I should've told her more.
迟来的悔恨像波浪一样涌向我。我应该多和她谈谈。我应该告诉她更多。
I should've shared more with her.
我应该告诉她更多的。
The height of the hand holding the brush gradually lowered. My mother's stories were crumbling again. My mother's unknown stories drifted like they mocked me.
拿着刷子的手的高度逐渐降低。我母亲的故事又开始崩溃了。我母亲那些不为人知的故事就像他们在嘲笑我一样。
「 Maybe I'm not the only one. 」
“也许我不是唯一一个”
The moment I had this thought, I felt something behind my back. Someone, who wasn't me or Aileen, was holding a brush and staring into the air.
当我有这个想法的时候，我感觉到背后有什么东西。有个人，不是我，也不是爱玲，拿着一把刷子凝视着空中。
"This is what you said to me."
“这是你对我说的话。”
