Chapter 278

The nebula Eden . This nebula was composed of the angels of the apocalypse, was the scourge of the demons and the eternal enemies of the Demon World . The guardians of the Celestial World, the angels who didn’t fear any evil in this world .

However, there was something that the angels of this fearsome Eden hated .

[Elder, in Eden you are fully prepared and bid your time before the battle…]

It was Metatron’s ordinance time . Today, the one in charge of the lecture was the Commander of the Red Cosmos, Jophiel .

[We urge you not to fall for the demon’s two-faced war tactics…]

Gabriel tapped the floor with his heel and frowned .

-Oh, why must it be that person today?

There were thousands of low-ranked angels in the training ground of Eden . The archangels like Gabriel were positioned at the forefront as teaching assistants .

Lily Pin of Aquarius, Gabriel .

Guardian of Youths and Travel, Raphael .

Friend of Justice and Harmony, Raguel .

Apart from the archangel on duty, most of the top-ranking constellations of Eden were assembled .

Jophiel’s mental training had already been going on for an hour . Gabriel secretly yawned and looked around at his colleagues with languid eyes, only to notice something strange .

-Hey, where’s Uriel?

Raphael, who was nodding off on the cloud, replied while fixing his curly hair .

-She is being detained .

-Detained?

-She is being told off by the scribe . Don’t you know?

…What did she do? Raphael borrowed the power of the wind to speak like it was annoying . Gabriel’s

eyes widened .

-What? Really? Uriel?

-Yes yes . She is banned from broadcasting for three years .

…That Uriel was going to be confined for three years?

Gabriel laughed at the unexpected news .

-For the time being, the broadcast bulletin board will be clean .

The ordinance ended after 30 minutes . Metatron dismissed the low-grade angels and called the archangels separately . ‘Scribe of Heaven’ Metatron had grey hair that went down to his waist and his expression seemed tired today . It was because he was busy trying to prevent the possibility of Armageddon .

Metatron pushed up his thin frame glasses and spoke, [Thank you for the trouble Jophiel . It was a good presentation . ]

Jophiel nodded . Metatron looked around at the archangels and asked,

[Uriel didn’t come?]

[Didn’t you detain her? Otherwise, she would be here . ]

The other archangels giggled at Gabriel’s words . However, Metatron didn’t laugh . The archangels exchanged looks with each other . There was no angel here who didn’t know that Uriel was a headache for the scribe . The first one to speak was Archangel Raguel, who had faint freckles on his cheeks .

[Excuse me, Scribe . Isn’t three years of detainment too much? Recently Uriel has become quite bright due to the broadcast…]

For the constellations who had to endure the boring years, the meaning of the live broadcast was immense . Some angels called the ‘livestream broadcasting’ the only drug allowed in Eden…

[What are you saying Raguel? Do you know how many times the scribe let that ■ watch?]

Raguel’s expression hardened at Gabriel’s words .

[Gabriel . Insulting a fellow angel is a felony . ]

[Did I say something wrong? When she was bored, she picked up a demon’s neck and did something strange…]

[Gabriel!]

It was Metatron who calmed down the tense atmosphere .

[I will decide how to deal with Uriel . ]

The sublime aura rising from Metatron caused all the excited angels to close their mouths . As the surroundings became silent, Metatron brought up the main point .

[In connection to the Demon World Convention, I’m going to give you a new assignment . ]

The Demon World Convention . The expressions of the archangels became tense . The balance between Eden and the Demon World had been shaken by the recent armed conflict in the 73rd Demon Realm .

[We need an archangel to monitor the ruler of the 73rd Demon Realm, the Demon King of Salvation . ]

Confusion filled the angels’ faces . Gabriel asked in a sharp voice, [Wait, isn’t that originally Uriel’s mission? And what does it have to do with the Demon World Convention…]

[It is relevant . Now that Uriel is being detained, other archangels need to do her work . ]

Metatron’s gaze moved across the archangels .

[Raphael had a doctrines tour next week and Raguel is scheduled to visit Vedas so the mission…]

The scribe’s eyes finally stopped on one archangel .

[…Me?]

***

In the days after the party, the party members enjoyed a sudden luxury .

“Dokja-ssi, can I accept something like this?”

“I bought it for Hyunsung-ssi . ”

Kim Dokja bought clothes or items for the party members every day from the Dokkaebi Bad, as if compensation for his absence in the meantime . The kids were particularly excited .

“Hey, look at this Shin Yoosung!”

“I received it as well?”

Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung laughed and ran through the streets while covered with accessories bought by Kim Dokja . Jung Heewon saw the scene and laughed . “The kids look like a Christmas tree . ”

The two children were sitting on Lee Hyunsung’s big shoulders . The same was true for Lee Hyunsung . He was excited about the new shield he received from Kim Dokja .

“…Three fools . ”

She muttered as she looked around and saw Lee Jihye approaching while wearing a triangular gimbap-like helmet on her head . If the other three were like a Christmas tree, she was a three-tier cake .

“Do you have a good relationship with Dokja ahjussi these days?”

“I have belatedly realized the importance of colleagues . ”

Lee Jihye narrowed her eyes at Jung Heewon’s reaction . “Unni… perhaps you haven’t received anything?”

“I don’t need it . ”

In fact, Kim Dokja had visited Jung Heewon several times . However, he didn’t give her any items and only taught her a few training methods as well as telling her about hidden pieces . She told him that they were things she could do without him and Kim Dokja’s expression was still vivid in her mind .

She was going to give Lee Jihye some honey when someone poked her shoulder . She looked back and saw the tired Kim Dokja .

“Ah, Dokja-ssi…”

Kim Dokja had dark circles on his face as he held out something towards Jung Heewon .

“This…”

“It is a new suit . It will be more comfortable for you . ”

Jung Heewon accepted the clothes in a daze . It was a blue-black special suit with a large cloak . She had seen it at the exchange but gave up because it was too expensive .

“The clothes are too expensive . I still have enough…”

Kim Dokja silently shook his head . Jung Heewon saw his unknown facial expression and recalled a memory from a long time ago . During the days at Chungmuro, she received an outfit from Kim Dokja . At the time, it was a rag…

[The constellation ‘Bald General of Justice’ is disappointed with incarnation ‘Jung Heewon . ’]

“You agreed to be my sword . I should do at least this much for you . ” Kim Dokja said these words and instantly walked away like he had something else happening . Jung Heewon stared at Kim Dokja’s back and touched the special uniform in her hands .

Lee Jihye grinned from next to her . “Unni’s mouth…”

“What?”

“Nothing, I just found something from the corners of your mouth . Unni, if you don’t like it then exchange it with my helmet . That suit is really romantic . ”

“I don’t want to . ”

She looked closer and saw a pattern on the suit that was similar to Lee Hyunsung’s shield . Made bai… Yangu… san…? Jung Heewon wasn’t fluent in English, scratched her head and gave up reading . In any case, it was good .

“By the way, why is Ahjussi suddenly doing this? The person who sold food for money…”

“I don’t know . He might be plotting something strange like before . ”

It certainly wasn’t strange if it was Kim Dokja . He gave her such a good item that he would definitely put her to tremendous use .

Jung Heewon looked at the suit and felt like an office worker who received a salary advance . She was discussing with Lee Jihye how to wear the coat more stylishly when someone appeared and passed her like a ghost .

“Sangah-ssi, what’s going on?”

“Huh? Ah, yes . It’s nothing .

Yoo Sangah, who was staring blankly into space, reacted with surprise . Her pupils were empty . Jung Heewon realized that something was strange and tried to speak but Lee Jihye was one step faster .

“Aha, I understand . Sangah unni hasn’t received an item?”

Jung Heewon poked Lee Jihye’s ribs and she let out a light shriek . Yoo Sangah smiled helplessly . “I just have many thoughts these days… Heewon-ssi, that is a wonderful outfit . ”

“Ah, yes . Dokja-ssi gave it… I think it is too much to wear it . ”

“I think it suits you very well . ”

“Is that so? Thank you . ” Jung Heewon scratched his head . There was a shining bracelet that hadn’t been seen before on Yoo Sangah’s wrist .

The mood became awkward and Jung Heewon asked awkwardly, “Ah right, how is Dokja-ssi lately?”

“Dokja-ssi?”

Yoo Sangah’s expression asked what she meant . Jung Heewon, who might’ve been misinformed, started speaking gibberish . “Eh, er, I mean… I just wanted to know if the two of you are doing well…”

Yoo Sangah cocked her head to one side and muttered, “Umm, I think it is the same as when we were in the company…”

was similar to when they were at the company . It was a difficult response for a hopeful observer . Lee Jihye whispered to Jung Heewon .

“Didn’t I tell you before? There is nothing between them . Dokja ahjussi’s taste doesn’t go that way . We…”

“I understand why my sponsor likes you . By the way, has your master woken up?”

“Not yet . I heard it would take a few more days . ”

In the distance, Kim Dokja seemed to be talking to himself as he headed towards the ward .

“Is there something to give…”

The clock tower was on the verge of completion . The boisterous laughter of the party members could be heard . Gong Pildu was dissecting something like a machine gun while Han Myungoh was testing a new prosthetic leg .

Without knowing why, Jung Heewon felt overwhelmed . In any case, the party was all gathered now . They would soon return to Earth and go through the hellish scenarios again . Even so, Jung Heewon was afraid . Jung Heewon watched the sunset from the clock tower and recalled the words she heard in the Theatre Dungeon .

-I wish to see the novel’s epilogue .

At the time, the Kim Dokja who said these words seemed very lonely . She didn’t know what he meant at the time but now she felt like she knew a bit . Now one thing was clear .

When the ‘epilogue’ came, Kim Dokja wouldn’t be alone .

***

It was a few days after the part ended . The constellations present in the industrial complex started to leave one by one . I went to see the constellations off and found two flowers in the chest pocket of my coat .

“What is this?”

It was a pair of red cosmos and a lily . It wasn’t a very suitable combination… did the kids do it? I took care of the flowers and headed towards the square . Some constellations had already passed through the portal . Among those leaving were constellations who signed a special contract with the Kim Dokja’s Company nebula, including the old man in front of me .

[It looks like you’re preparing for war . You don’t have to be so impatient . ]

“In the scenario, it is always war . ”

The Mass Production Maker chuckled at my words .

[Don’t be senseless . I want you to be different from the other constellations . ]

“Thank you for the help . ”

I smiled and bowed my head . The Mass Production Maker opened the door of the car before stopping and looking at me . [There is one final thing I want to ask…]

“Yes . Feel free to ask . ”

The Mass Production Maker didn’t immediately ask the question . Instead, he pulled out a cigarette and mumbled . […Have you ever thought about what exactly ■■ is?]

He turned on his lighter and touched the end of the cigarette to the flame . The Mass Production Maker sighed and blew out smoke before continuing .

[Is it the place we want to reach or the place destiny is leading us to? Is it a place, a life or a space?]

Perhaps the Mass Production Maker had thought about this question countless times . Finally, he wouldn’t have found the answer .

“The certain thing is that it is the end of the story . ”

[Sometimes I find your calmness amazing . ]

“I’m nervous as well . ”

[I felt it at the time of the Gourmet Association but you’re not as good at lying as you think . ]

The Mass Production Maker laughed like a child .

[Then I’m asking you… is your ■■ really the ‘final chapter’?]

The words broke through my guard . I reflexively shut my lips . The Mass Production Maker waited patiently for my answer . I finally opened my mouth once the Mass Production Maker’s cigarette was burned halfway through .

“I don’t know where the story will take me . However… I’m sure that the place I want to go is the final chapter . ”

He continued to listen after I finished . It was as if my story was still ongoing . Once the remaining cigarette had been burned, the Mass Production Maker laughed .

[I hope that I’m on the last page with you . ]

“Go carefully, old man . ”

[Be careful . ]

There was a light engine sound and the Mass Production Maker’s car slipped into the portal . The other constellations also disappeared into the portal . The portal closed and ominous sparks filled the empty sky .

I watched the sparks and touched the petals in my pocket . Now the remaining time was three days . Soon, the most important story of the industrial complex would begin .

TL: Rainbow Turtle