Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 118
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 118
“Kyaa!”
“Waa!”
There were already people in the small stream that came up to their knees.
A family flipping stones to catch crayfish and minnows.
A couple splashing water at each other.
Mackenzie Foy also kicks her feet with sparkling eyes.
A stream you can’t see in the city center.
The water’s resistance that makes walking difficult, the cold that penetrates her skin, and the sunlight touching her shoulders are all joy to her.
She waved her hand for her brother to share this joy with her, but Johann, sitting on a nearby rock, waves his hand dismissively as if annoyed.
“…”
“Hey! Who’s the one with a broken personality!”
“Kyaruru!”
Johann trembles with anger at his quickly escaping younger sister, then sighs and takes out his notebook and pencil.
Swish swish swish!
The peaceful scenery you can’t see in the city center and his sister playing cheerfully within it are captured in the notebook.
“Hey, you draw well?”
Snap!
Johann closes his notebook and glares at Mark Wahlberg.
His eyes curse at him for peeking.
“You, you knew how to draw?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“…Yeah.”
Guilt settles on the face of the father who turns away awkwardly.
A son who seems to have talent in drawing.
He didn’t know.
That his son had this kind of talent.
“It’s all my fault…”
Splash!
“Puh?”
“…!”
Mackenzie Foy runs away laughing.
“This little…?”
Mark Wahlberg, who laughed in surprise, kicks off the ground and chases after Mackenzie Foy.
He catches her and dunks her in the water.
Bursts of laughter.
“Tsk.”
Johann moves his hand while looking displeased.
His father’s figure also begins to be captured in the notebook.
The sunlight shines down warmly on Johann as if praising him.
Rustle.
Inside the tent where darkness has settled, Johann, who had his eyes closed, tosses and turns before sitting up.
“Tsk.”
Uncomfortable.
Both the sleeping arrangements and the food.
“I don’t know why we came to a place like this.”
He shakes his head, opens the tent, and looks at the tent next to his.
The tent where his father and younger sister are sleeping.
Johann leaves the campground and heads to a corner.
Swoosh!
Perhaps because he drank a lot of beverages today.
The sound of the stream coming from his body is strong.
“Puhu.”
As he shakes his head and turns around with drowsy eyes still not fully awake.
Sniff?
A strange smell enters his nostrils and his head reflexively lifts up.
“A burning smell…”
The smell that comes when something burns.
It’s the same smell he encountered when they grilled meat earlier.
Johann turns his head and his mind becomes cold as if sleep has fled, while his eyes gradually grow larger.
Whoooosh!
Massive crimson waves and billowing waves of white smoke tearing through the pitch-black darkness.
“…Lily-!”
A full-scale disaster has begun.
“Cut!”
* * *
“Phew.”
“Wow, I really thought there was a fire…”
The staff members who were monitoring stick out their tongues.
Meanwhile, Mark Wahlberg and Matthew Payton nod their heads with satisfied expressions and get up.
“Looking at it again, I don’t think we need to reshoot! Everyone disperse! See you at dawn tomorrow!”
“Waa!”
Johann shook his head and stood up.
And so at 9 PM, the first day of location shooting ended.
The place Johann headed to was the forest.
“Check once more!”
“Fire prevention completed.”
Machines larger than car engines, towers as tall as a person, and large plates.
White smoke and burnt smells are flowing out from inside the plates, and staff and firefighters are spraying water.
Click! Click!
Johann taking pictures of the scene with his personal camera.
“Hmm? What’s the matter, Johann?”
“Is this a smoke machine?”
A smoke generator that looks like a cannon, a smoke machine.
Three of them are placed at 10-meter intervals.
Johann looks inside the plates.
Burnt wood and stuck rubber pieces, and between them he can see things that look like anti-tank mines.
“Why these?”
“Smoke machines alone can’t express the texture of wildfire smoke.”
By expressing it on site like this, they can reduce costs when doing CG processing later.
“Even though Warner Brothers invested?”
“It’s a difference in quality.”
“Ah.”
Johann nods and looks at the things that look like anti-tank mines.
“Haha! This is called UDSH, a tank concealment smoke grenade used for military training.”
“Oh, I see….”
He thought the smoke was incredible.
When Johann’s eyes lit up, the staff member looked proud.
“It really looked like a wildfire, didn’t it?”
‘Not really….’
Real wildfire smoke is more sticky and vicious than this.
Enough to make you despair even when you can’t see the flames.
‘Though burning rubber fillets got it 90 percent close….’
“Would you like to see one?”
“Is that okay?!”
“Normally it wouldn’t be, but….”
The production budget had more than doubled.
The manager would understand this much.
The staff member who told them to step back placed a smoke grenade on a plate and pressed the switch.
BOOOOM!
White smoke burst out with an ear-splitting roar.
The surroundings instantly filled with smoke.
“Whoa!”
Amazing.
Tens of thousands of times the volume of smoke pouring out from a can half the size of a torso.
Johann kept pressing the camera shutter.
“Do you know what the components are?”
“Well. That’s….”
“Since ’97, they use terephthalic acid.”
A firefighter approached and spoke.
He stared intently at Johann’s camera strap.
“Isn’t that toxic?”
Terephthalic acid, a synthetic substance with very high mucosal irritation and kidney toxicity. But the interesting thing is that this terephthalic acid is a precursor to polyester PET used to make clothing and plastic bottles.
“This is for training, so it’s made with components that are less harmful to the human body.”
Still, inhaling large amounts isn’t good.
Also, by properly combining potassium nitrate, sorbitol, and sodium bicarbonate, you can easily make it at home. Though you need to be careful handling potassium nitrate since it’s a toxic substance.
“I see.”
“But….”
The firefighter pointed to two badges attached to the camera strap.
A Blue Fire badge and a Red Fire badge.
The Blue Fire badge indicating a rookie who won the friendship competition held four times a year each quarter, and the Red Fire badge, proof of winners in each category at the California firefighting competition.
As far as the firefighter knew, these two badges were the very pride of California firefighters.
“Was your father a firefighter?”
“Ah.”
Johann briefly explained the situation, and the firefighter’s eyes lit up as he nodded.
“I understand. Well then.”
‘So that’s what he came here curious about.’
Johann let out a hollow laugh, and the firefighter who returned to his colleagues twisted his lips.
“Seems like a talent the LA firefighters are investing in.”
He apparently won the ladder climbing category in the friendship competition.
A mere teenage boy against adults, including many with military and special forces backgrounds among the firefighters.
“…Oh ho?”
“Well, those California crazies wouldn’t give a Red Fire badge to just anyone.”
“What do we do? Hijack him?”
“Would that work? He’s the lead actor.”
“At that age, dreams change every time you sleep and wake up.”
“Hmm.”
They watched Johann walking away with gleaming eyes.
* * *
“Potassium nitrate, sorbitol, sodium bicarbonate….”
Johann, who had been walking while muttering, discovered something and stopped.
On the wide clearing, camping trailers and camping cars lined up in rows.
“Oh….”
Camping cars and camping trailers rented separately as accommodation and rest areas since there were no hotels within a 50-mile (about 80km) radius.
There were a few motels, but in America, motels aren’t places worth going to for hygiene or security reasons, so they ended up renting these large camping cars and camping trailers.
“This is it, Johann.”
Johann’s eyes lit up at the large camping car he was seeing for the first time.
A rectangular, pristine white, large camping car.
He quickly stepped inside.
Then….
“Wow.”
The interior decorated in warm brown wood and white, both dignified and clean. The distinctive scent of a new car wafted over, making his body naturally excited.
Johann sat on the sofa right next to the entrance and stood in front of the kitchen appliances.
Whoooosh!
A stream of water poured out refreshingly.
What he liked most were the large TV and spacious bed.
“Oh? You brought the guitar too?”
Not just the guitar, but also the spear and sword that should be in the collection room, plus a synthesizer and laptop.
“I thought you might need them. Do you like the camping car?”
“It’s the best.”
The camping cars other actors and staff would use were also excellent, but Johann’s was particularly good among them.
When Johann gave a thumbs up, Rick Bottom smiled faintly and picked up his phone.
“This is Rick Bottom. Johann likes the camping car. Please proceed with the purchase as planned.”
“…What?”
“We decided to purchase it if Johann liked it, since we’ll probably use it a lot in the future.”
“You’re going to spend all my appearance fee on buying this?”
“It’s a gift from the boss.”
“Ah, Larry….”
Johann immediately took out his phone.
-Do you like it?
“This isn’t pressure, is it?”
Pressure to work hard, to diligently make albums.
-Then do you want to buy it with your own money?
“Hehe. I’ll use it well. Thanks, Larry.”
-I’ll say it again, what’s most important to me is your safety. First safety, second safety.
The firm words touched his heart.
“Don’t worry. There’s no way I’ll get hurt in the forest.”
-Just saying that… Sigh. How was the first day of filming?
“I did well, and I’d want to come here with Larry!”
-Oh?
“Because it’s safe here.”
-Hey.
“Haha!”
After chatting with Larry for a while and hanging up the phone, Johann looks at Rick Bottom.
“So where will you sleep, Rick?”
“I can sleep here.”
As he manipulates the sofa near the entrance in various ways, the sofa and table quickly disappear and a bed is created.
“Oh!”
‘Gunpowder smell.’
There’s a gunpowder smell coming from under the unfolded bed.
It seems he brought a gun.
‘Well, there are people who attack camping zones too.’
That’s why there’s a saying that when camping, once you lock the door in the evening, you shouldn’t open it even if someone knocks on the door from outside crying for help.
“We ate dinner two hours ago so we should be fine for a few hours… Do you need anything?”
“Yes. Potassium nitrate, sorbitol, and sodium bicarbonate.”
“Sugar and baking soda you mean…?”
Rick Bottom, who was speaking, closes his mouth.
“Those are ingredients for a simple smoke bomb.”
‘As expected!’
Such insight befitting a former team leader of a CIA special forces unit not revealed to the world.
“Something interesting came to mind.”
The smoke bomb that only reproduced about 90 percent of real wildfire smoke even when burning rubber fillet and wood together.
It seems like he could bring that up to 100 percent.
Because there are things that the ‘Weapons Researcher’ was researching.
The ‘Weapons Researcher’ who was a weaponry professor that researched, developed, and recreated all types of weapons existing on Earth, from ancient stone tools to modern firearms.
“And…”
Knock knock knock!
Johann, who was about to mention a few more chemical compounds, approaches the door with curiosity.
“Johann!”
“Kenny?”
“Can I come in?”
“You haven’t left yet?”
Hollywood has many regulations.
Like prohibition of filming after 10 PM in the evening, or basic appearance fees for minor actors.
Among them, the most strictly regulated are those concerning minors, and one of them is the clause that prohibits minors under 13 from staying overnight in motels and trailers. There’s also a clause that the production company must be responsible for minors’ accommodation.
“I’m leaving soon!”
“Okay. Come in.”
“Thanks! Wow! This is amazing!”
Mackenzie Foy, who came inside, looks around the spacious interior of the camping car with sparkling eyes.
“Sorry, Jefferson. Kenny said she wanted to take a look.”
“No, it’s fine, ma’am.”
Mackenzie Foy’s mother whom he saw in Chinatown.
Though he said that, he’s a bit worried.
‘It would be better if they left quickly…’
It’s going to rain soon.
The smell penetrating his nostrils and the humidity are telling him so.
‘Well, it’ll only rain a little so it probably won’t matter much?’
“Wow!”
Startled, he looks to see Mackenzie Foy standing in front of the bedroom, looking back and forth between the musical instruments and Johann. Then she also turns her gaze to the refrigerator, and he thinks he knows why she came here.
“Hungry?”
“Really? Will you make something delicious?”
“Sigh.”
As expected.
Johann bonks the head of Mackenzie Foy who comes running over.
“Ow!”
“Wait there.”
“Hehe! Johann’s the best!”
‘…I’m getting hungry too anyway.’
Suddenly some flavor is lingering on the tip of his tongue.
The taste of a certain food that the ‘Master Chef’ used to make whenever it rained.
‘Pancakes!’
As Johann opens the refrigerator, Mackenzie Foy comes up beside him.
“You don’t have any food allergies, right?”
“Nope!”
“That’s a relief.”
Having no food allergies in America is a blessing.
Johann takes out beef tenderloin for steak, pork tenderloin, onions, shrimp, eggs, flour, and other ingredients.
“Can I watch from the side?”
“Stay back a bit since you might get hurt.”
“Okay!”
Thump thump thump!
“Johann! Can I come in?”
“…I’ll need to make more.”
Mark Wahlberg’s voice.
Johann shook his head back and forth.
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