Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

1.

"Lord, wake up! It's time for your meds!"

An unfamiliar voice opened my eyes.

It's a strange ceiling.

It's an irritatingly hackneyed narrative, but nothing but such a common expression came to mind.

Raises up in a strangely fluffy bed. The view of the room came into view, and I opened my eyes round.

Where are we?

It wasn't the studio I used to live in.

Various artworks are hung over the stone walls, and antique wooden furniture is placed here and there. No matter how I look at it, it's not the room I think will be in I think I saw a room similar to this in a movie set in modern Europe.

"님님님님님님? Are you all right?"

Mi-sung, who woke me up, tickled my ears again. While looking around in a state of unconsciousness, I only look in the direction of my voice.

Purple hair, green eyes, and a young face. There was a girl who looked about mid to late teens. Looking at his features, he doesn't look like a Korean. But it's not even Western, so it's hard to say which race it is.

What bothers me more is that she is wearing a made-up. Something that appears frequently in cartoons, novels, etc.

"·인가인가인가 Is it a dream?"

Suddenly, I felt a clear pain when I pinched my cheek.

"Are you still half awake, Master?"

"What do you mean, me, ··, me?"

"Do, Master? Why are you suddenly playing a prank on a girl?”

The maid in front of me suddenly began to save herself with a look of desperation.

I frowned at the sight. This is because the possibility of not being very pleasant crossed my mind.

What kind of hidden camera is this?

But is there anyone who can water me in this cumbersome way? Zip is not entirely without a corner, but the chances are small.

I opened my mouth in a cautious manner.

"Hey, I want to ask you a question.”

"You, Master, have you forgotten the name of Linia? I'm sure you've been hurting your head lately, but nothing was wrong until yesterday!"

Her name seems to be Linia. Did I hurt my head more than that? I don't know what's what, but it's me who gets in trouble if she comes out uncooperative. Let's set the mood first.

"··미안I'm sorry, Linia. I guess you're half asleep, just like you said. So can I ask you one thing?”

"Yes, go ahead."

"Who do you think I am and you call me Master?”

At my question, Linia had an infinite delicacy of expression.

"You are the second son of Grand Duke Forden Stroke, the ruler of this country. Is there a problem, Master Iden?"

It seems curious to know why you suddenly ask this. But I didn't care about her reaction.

Grand Duke of Stroke.

Iden.

Listening to the familiar keyword, one possibility comes to mind. Anyone who reads web novels all day long would think of this idea.

"···설마."

Feeling a sense of incompatibility, I got up and stood in front of a full-body mirror in the corner of the room.

And lost what to say.

"This 나· 나 나 나?"

In the mirror stood a pig, not my usual self.

He was the owner of the visual that seemed to roll when kicked. After being shocked and still for a long time, I soon felt a question.

Come to think of it, how did it work with Linia, who looks like a foreigner? Have we spoken in Korean so far?

It wasn't.

I naturally understood and said a language that I had never heard before.

No way.

I think it's crazy to think about it myself.

No, but this is all I have.

"Linia. Do you happen to know what year and what date it is now in the Dragon God?”

Questions that a healthy modern person would never understand. But she opened her mouth without much thought.

"Today is the 11th of 13th, 981. Is there a problem, Master?"

Is that so?

In reality, the age-based law, which does not exist, works well. And the 13th month is also not in the Earth's calendar. Above all, my appearance has turned into a man of extreme obesity.

There was one thing that could be known by this. This is the world of Lecafsicily Continental Chronicles, a web novel that I witnessed the epilogue the day before.

About seven years ago from the beginning of the original work.

2.

The second son of the Stroke family, Eden.

This is the character of my favorite novel, The Chronicles of the Lecafsicily.

I remember it clearly because it happened to be a character with the same name as my nickname. But in fact, Iden's share of the novel is very small.

No wonder this guy is already dead in the time of the novel. The existence was mentioned in some passages and did not appear in person. Rather than the character, the expression of a character in the setting would be more appropriate.

That's why I only know about Iden. I don't know exactly what he was doing, but he was called a huge jerk in his life.

Anyway, it's been a whole day since I was possessed by that rascal.

I calmly accepted that this situation was neither a dream nor a hidden camera. It's hard to believe, but what can we do about the reality in front of us? He said that if the unrealisticness goes over the threshold, the situation is just the same.

"Here's the Robe Mountain car, sir."

When Linia, the first lady-in-law, received the car and sipped it slightly, the sweetness spread throughout her mouth. It feels more like hot chocolate than tea. Do you usually enjoy drinking this kind of thing?

Now that I've added sugar, I'm slowly going back to my memory.

Apparently on the verge of waking up here, I saw the lousy epilogue of "Lae Dae-yeon" and left a long comment in tears.

Later, author NonameC invited me to the chat room and suggested that I participate in the remake of "Rae Dae-yeon."

I lost my mind right after that.

When I woke up, I was in a novel.

Looking at the post-war situation, it is clear that NonameC, the author of "Ledaeyeon," sent me here by some means. And the intention was also easy to understand.

"Isn't that why you want me to do a remake of 'Ledaeyeon' by running on my own feet?"

To sum up, the situation I'm facing now was similar to the introduction used in genre novels, commonly referred to as "book-bing clothes." I never imagined I'd go through that common cliché.

The question swelled up.

What the hell was NonameC capable of doing this nonsense?

If you're that big in the first place, why would you have to let me remake your novel?

I thought for a moment, but now that I don't have much information, there is no clear answer.

Linia tilted her head as she looked at me with a grimace.

"What is it, Master? You've been asking weird questions since yesterday, you've been saying something in the air, and you've been hit in the head the other day, and now you're in trouble. ·""""

Come to think of it, she said yesterday that I had a head injury.

From what I just told you, I think Iden was hit on the head by someone, but come to think of it, it's a strange story. Who dares hit the second son of the Grand Duke?

"Who hit me in the head?"

"What? Don't you remember?"

"Never mind the little things. Just tell me who and why I got hit. Even the post-war situation."

At my request, Linia gave a curious look and explained it clearly.

"Not long ago, you were involved in the distribution of drugs in the Duchy and were caught up by investigators. It was three days ago that he was beaten to the head by the angry Grand Duke."

“·········”

I have nothing to say if the Grand Duke himself came forward.

You were involved in drug trafficking, by the way? I didn't know he had such a terrible backstory when he didn't even make it to the main show. He deserves to be called a rasculine.

And the karma that the hoodie has accumulated will now be covered by me, the bencher.

It was unfair, but on the other hand, I thought it was tolerable.

In fact, I didn't have much lingering feelings about life in reality. Because there was no family to lean on, close acquaintances, or vision for the future.

But how is it here?

The character I possessed, Iden, is a great golden spoon. Although his reputation among the public is not able to hit the ground, piercing the mantle and rushing toward the inner core in real time, he is still the son of the Grand Duke. If you make up your mind and change your behavior, you can live well for the rest of your life, and if you want something, you can have it.

Besides, I had one special advantage that would overshadow even such a huge background. Before Bing, I put a lot of passion into "Ledaeyeon."

It's not just a normal level of liking. My knowledge of this novel was almost a master's and doctorate in one field, to add a bit of exaggeration.

information presented directly in the work

Character sheets posted in the author's review column.

Background settings posted as announcements.

I once made a chronology of the world view of Le Daeyeon by organizing and supplementing the chaotic settings.

"and I still remember the contents of the chronology."

Anything is possible if you make the right use of the abundant knowledge in your head.

Also, my personal wish can be fulfilled. In other words, the work will retrieve countless double-track lines that have not seen the light, which may lead to a proper ending.

Okay.

By all means, I was eventually a favorite reader of the novel, The Chronicles of the Recafsicily. More than anything else, I was just happy to be able to remake this novel with my own hands.

"This is worth a try."

I've sorted out the information that's useful in my head.

For now, it is about seven years ago from the beginning of the novel.

Then, what is the most noteworthy event that will take place in Stroke Gongguk in the seven years before the main film begins?

It is the death of the current Grand Duke of Poden.

It is four years from now that Riddle, the third son of the Stroke family, succeeded his deceased father as Grand Duke in August, 985.

And with that flow, Iden is expected to die within four years at the most. The second son is alive and well, but the third son cannot inherit the title.

The problem is I don't know the exact reason why this piggy is dying.

In the novel, all he said was, "The third son of the Stroke family was from generation to generation, but both the eldest son and the second son died."

"First of all, it's urgent to figure out why the original Iden died."

When I set my immediate goal, I thoughtlessly smiled. This is because it was too fast to adjust to this unrealistic situation even to myself.

Then the pig in the mirror, too, shook the flesh around his mouth with a triumphant air.

··아니 No, that's the way you smile?

It's hard to tell what kind of expression it is because it's a serious obesity. The body, buried in a lump of flesh, feels absolutely stuffy.

"May I lose some weight, too?"

an end

c Furuba