Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 122

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 122

 

 

 

 

 

Wheeze, wheeze!

 

His breath is failing.

 

The breath of his younger brother, whom he vowed to protect with a smile for life, is failing.

 

“God…!”

 

You can take this life if you want, so please, just protect my younger brother.

 

Please let him live.

 

Stagger!

 

“Eric!”

 

“Let go!”

 

He falls from the force of the hand pushing him away.

 

The smoke he inhaled more than his younger brother.

 

His vision blurs, and his body loses strength.

 

But Johann moves forward.

 

He crawls forward to escape the demon of fire.

 

At that moment, his younger brother who was weighing down his body disappears.

 

“You!”

 

“…Don’t underestimate this father.”

 

Tears are visible.

 

The traitor who abandoned him and his younger brother, the heartless father who threw his children into danger, is shedding tears.

 

Should he rely on him?

 

Can he rely on him now?

 

“You’ve done well. I’ll take it from here.”

 

“…Sob!”

 

He was scared.

 

He was afraid.

 

“Please…”

 

Save his younger brother, save Lily.

 

“Vi, village!”

 

Everyone’s heads turn.

 

Four houses huddled together, visible through the thin smoke.

 

“…Let’s go.”

 

His duty as a firefighter.

 

His obligation as a father.

 

The work of saving lives.

 

“Please take care of Eric!”

 

He must find a nebulizer for his daughter.

 

He must find fresh air.

 

And he must make a report.

 

That there are survivors here.

 

To please come help quickly.

 

Mark Wahlberg leaves like that.

 

Johann gathers his strength and stands up.

 

He opens his eyes wide, grits his teeth, and steps forward.

 

Thud! Thump!

 

His legs suddenly feel lighter.

 

Looking to both sides, the adults who ran with him until now are supporting him.

 

He firmly suppresses the tears welling up.

 

The village they barely managed to reach.

 

Stagger!

 

“Eric!”

 

Johann, who fell to his knees, smiled when he saw his father running toward him and his younger brother crying on his back.

 

He’s alive. His younger brother is alive.

 

“Cut!”

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

Rip! Riiip!

 

Tape is applied to windows and door gaps.

 

“Damn it! Damn it!”

 

“Apply it thoroughly!”

 

Smoke that suddenly covered the village.

 

They were startled and tried to escape, but the only bridge leading outside was cut off by fire.

 

“Sob! Cough!”

 

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

 

People fallen into panic.

 

Swoosh!

 

Jerome, adjusting his hearing aid, takes the nebulizer and maturely comforts children younger than his peers.

 

As if everything is really okay.

 

As if firefighters will come soon to rescue them.

 

He comforts them with clear, deep eyes.

 

An old man pats Jerome’s head like that.

 

That was the moment.

 

Thump thump thump!

 

Is it the rescue team!

 

Despair washes over the faces of people who turned around burning with hope.

 

Some people with faces burned here and there.

 

“Pl, please open up!”

 

“O, okay!”

 

Urgently opening the door, Mark Wahlberg steps inside.

 

“Re, report! Did you make a report!”

 

“We did! They said they’ll contact us when they arrive!”

 

“Ah…”

 

The strength leaves his clenched jaw.

 

His knees, which had been holding up, give out.

 

“Cough! Cough! Gaaah!”

 

His daughter writhing in fear and pain brings back his consciousness.

 

Fear fills Mark Wahlberg’s face again.

 

“By, by any chance, a ne, nebulizer…!”

 

“Don’t you need this?”

 

A nebulizer offered with clear eyes.

 

Though only a few puffs remain, it must be exactly what that dying child needs.

 

“…Thank you. Thank you so much!”

 

Taking the nebulizer and passing it back, desperate hands snatch it and bring it to the mouth.

 

Inhale! Inhale!

 

It opens up. Fresh air fills the blackened chest.

 

“Sob!”

 

He thought he was going to die.

 

I thought I was going to die.

 

“Waaaaah!”

 

Mackenzie Foy burst into tears.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

-Kyaa! Jerome!

 

-Whoa! What! Why did you grow so much?

 

“Ehehe.”

 

A video call with Johann’s friends who would be at school.

 

It was a very brief moment, but Jerome had created a memory together with them.

 

Perhaps because of that, the children all remembered Jerome, and it was the same for Jerome.

 

An intense moment in their always unchanging daily routine.

 

-Uh, um. Could you speak slowly?

 

“Nice to meet you.”

 

Johann interpreted for his friends who were struggling to read Jerome’s fast-moving sign language, and Jerome excitedly moved his mouth and hands even faster.

 

They shared such a heartfelt reunion.

 

-Oh! It’s class time!

 

-See you later!

 

-Ask Johann for our phone numbers! Got it? Bye!

 

“Bye!”

 

Jerome waves his hands vigorously and looks at Johann with sparkling eyes.

 

Like a puppy meeting its owner.

 

Johann pats his head in response.

 

“What happened?”

 

The two hadn’t been able to talk properly earlier due to filming preparations.

 

“Father asked if I wanted to try acting, so I did!”

 

Father had played with him a lot while writing the script for the past 4 years.

 

Every day was happy.

 

Even when he was sweating profusely while pounding the keyboard, waiting wasn’t as difficult as before.

 

Father looked so cool like that.

 

But he soon became sad.

 

Because Father became busy as soon as he finished the script.

 

Jerome was depressed because although he video called Father every day and there was a Caretaker Lady at home, Father rarely came home.

 

In the midst of this, Father suddenly asked if he wanted to try appearing in a movie.

 

An opportunity to be with Father.

 

An opportunity to see Father’s workplace.

 

Jerome immediately said yes, and came to the film set where he met Johann.

 

Johann watches the sign language that summarized past events and smiles while patting Jerome’s head.

 

‘I feel a bit sorry.’

 

Because Matthew Payton wrote this movie’s script because of him.

 

He feels guilty.

 

“So you’ve decided on acting as your career path?”

 

The acting from just before.

 

It was extraordinary.

 

Despite being a minor role that would appear briefly in the movie setting, it was intense acting.

 

‘This has to be natural talent.’

 

Like the ‘Boy’ who enabled Johann to act as Jackson, the cirrhosis patient in Grey’s Anatomy.

 

“I don’t know.”

 

Right now, being with Father is good.

 

Acting in front of cameras is fun.

 

‘Oh right. He’s 10 years old?’

 

Jerome who is only 10 years old now.

 

Asking about career paths already to Jerome who even has a hearing disability was a stupid thing to do.

 

“The camera isn’t scary?”

 

“Should it be scary?”

 

“Pfft. No? There’s no reason it should be scary.”

 

‘Really naturally talented.’

 

There was something he learned while photographing Rocky Management’s artists. That there are people who want to become singers, actors, and models but are afraid of cameras.

 

Filming such people requires tremendous effort and trouble, so in that sense, just not being afraid of cameras could be seen as having tremendous natural talent.

 

“But…”

 

Jerome looks around Johann’s vicinity with expectant eyes.

 

“Black Panther Cub?”

 

“Yeah! Where is it?”

 

“It’s hospitalized because it needs surgery tomorrow.”

 

Thud!

 

As if shocked, tears well up in Jerome’s eyes.

 

“D-does it hurt a lot?”

 

“It’ll get better after surgery.”

 

Completely.

 

Once recovery is finished, it will go to the Wildlife Sanctuary for a while.

 

“…Phew. Huh?”

 

Johann also sees Mackenzie Foy who has approached at some point.

 

She hesitates because Jerome is unfamiliar, but her eyes move here and there out of curiosity.

 

“Oh, Kenny. Say hello. This is Jerome, the Manager’s son. He has a slight hearing disability. Jerome, say hello. This is Kenny, Mackenzie Foy. She’s older than you.”

 

“Oh, hello?”

 

“Hello!”

 

Mackenzie Foy smiled at Jerome’s bright smile, quickly placed the chair she brought between Johann and Jerome and sat down, and soon conversation bloomed between them.

 

Mark Wahlberg quietly watched the children.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

Clack!

 

“Phew.”

 

Johann sweeps up his sweat-soaked hair.

 

“It’s finished.”

 

After the full script reading and Stunt Studio, he turned the four different melodies that had been swirling in his head into songs.

 

Now all that’s left is post-processing work.

 

“Ugh!”

 

“Good work.”

 

“Thank you, Rick.”

 

Sipping the warm cocoa Rick Bottom offered, his shrunken brain feels like it’s slightly expanding.

 

Knock knock knock!

 

“He’s here.”

 

Rick Bottom’s eyes darken as he moves his hand to his waist and approaches the camping car door.

 

“Who is it?”

 

“It’s Mark, Manager.”

 

“Mark?”

 

When surprised Johann opens the door, Mark Wahlberg holds up a drink.

 

“Want to have a drink?”

 

“Wow.”

 

He had been desperately craving something cool anyway.

 

Johann nodded his head.

 

 

 

Chirp, chirp!

 

Unknown insects cry in the camping zone.

 

Johann and Mark Wahlberg sit at the table in front of the camping car.

 

“Uhahahaha!”

 

“Puhahaha!”

 

The laughter of Action Director Nelson and Matthew Payton flying from afar and hitting their ears.

 

Mark Wahlberg smiles as he watches Johann sipping his canned cola.

 

Johann, who he didn’t quite like until before the reading.

 

But that was his miscalculation.

 

Acting ability that made even him nervous, amazing athletic ability. Affinity that won over even people who thought unfavorably of him.

 

Then out of nowhere he saved a black panther cub, and cooperated with Boeing to develop smoke liquid and smoke powder.

 

‘A genius sent by God.’

 

A type he’s never seen in his life.

 

But he doesn’t feel repulsed.

 

He just finds him cute, like looking at a younger brother with a big age gap.

 

‘It might be because of that calm expression.’

 

A cute troublemaker who might cause an accident at any moment.

 

If he had been fooling around normally, the image would have been different, but since he causes big accidents with a calm face, it just makes him chuckle helplessly.

 

He just accepts that this kid is originally like that.

 

‘That must be this child’s charm.’

 

An extremely fatal charm.

 

“How do you feel?”

 

The filming will end soon.

 

Filming that will end in three days at the latest.

 

“Well…”

 

Johann looks into his heart.

 

“Hmm. I don’t feel much emotion yet.”

 

Honestly, he can’t believe that filming will end in three days either.

 

“How was it for Mark?”

 

“Oh, you’re asking about not just this one but previous movies too?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Hmm… At first I was really disappointed.”

 

Is it really ending like this?

 

Will I be unemployed again starting in a few days?

 

Johann nods his head.

 

It’s similar to the emotion he felt after Grey’s Anatomy filming ended.

 

“Then it changed a bit after I got leading roles.”

 

Was there anything lacking?

 

I feel like I could do better if we reshot it.

 

A series of regrets and reflections.

 

It seems like he’s never been satisfied.

 

“I think I’ve continued to have those thoughts since then.”

 

Even up to this movie.

 

Even now.

 

Since the young leads are acting so passionately, he feels his own inadequacy.

 

“I see…”

 

‘Even though he’s such a successful actor, he thinks like that.’

 

Or maybe you have to think like that to become such a successful actor.

 

Many thoughts arise.

 

Mark’s eyes sparkle as he watches Johann furrowing his brow.

 

“What will you do when all the filming is over?”

 

“Ah! Well, I’ll probably focus on my studies again?”

 

There are final exams in December.

 

Although they acknowledge attendance for job activities, he had to study since he promised not to interfere with his academics.

 

“And during vacation, I think I’ll try challenging various experiences.”

 

In America, 9th grade is a period for building a solid foundation.

 

A period for planning the story line for the next four years, what kind of student to become.

 

“I don’t want to focus specifically on one field, so I want to have various experiences.”

 

“To let people know who you are?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Whew.”

 

‘Kids these days are definitely different.’

 

When he was attending high school, was there anything like this?

 

Either study or play.

 

A time when jobs were overflowing.

 

There were many students who played thoughtlessly, and embarrassingly, Mark Wahlberg was also one of those students.

 

A pathetic guy who just felt inferior to his accomplished brother.

 

‘Of course, Johann is probably special…’

 

A pleased smile naturally forms.

 

“That’s good.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Hm? Oh, no.”

 

‘What?’

 

When Johann looks puzzled, Mark quickly extends his hand.

 

“Let’s do well until the end.”

 

Even a well-built castle only shines when the finishing touches are done well.

 

“…Yes!”

 

Mark seems to have come to say this. Johann smiled while clasping hands with Mark.

 

‘Oh, this is trouble.’

 

Another musical idea is coming to mind.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

Sparks carried by strong winds grow in size behind the village.

 

The swelling smoke rushes toward their last stronghold like a tsunami.

 

Smoke that blocks again the breathing space barely opened by the nebulizer.

 

At that moment, a reply comes from 911.

 

We’re sorry.

 

The fire is too strong for us to enter.

 

They had no choice but to flee again.

 

To escape the flames.

 

To survive.

 

Taking the increased luggage, the old man who can’t control his body, and the deaf boy.

 

Thus the filming moved toward its final chapter.

 

 

 

Whoooosh!

 

The end of where they fled was hell.

 

Fire here, fire there.

 

There was nowhere left to run.

 

It was the end.

 

“Haha… Hahaha!”

 

Inside the fire watch tower located on the mountain ridge.

 

He strokes his younger brother’s coldly cooled cheek.

 

The broken nebulizer.

 

In the end, his younger brother died after inhaling too much smoke.

 

Hope was crushed, leaving only despair and hatred.

 

Thump thump thump!

 

“Please! Lily! Please-!”

 

Even with the oxygen mask from the watch tower, he won’t breathe.

 

Gurgle, gurgle, only black foam comes out.

 

“How foolish.”

 

His younger brother was dead.

 

‘Thank you.’

 

His younger brother’s last words.

 

No matter how much artificial respiration he gave now, his dead brother wouldn’t come back to life.

 

He had believed.

 

He had trusted and entrusted him.

 

In the end, Father failed to protect his younger brother again this time.

 

Johann turns his head.

 

“It’s because of you…”

 

It’s all because of that hateful fire.

 

His younger brother’s death.

 

Johann leaves the tower.

 

Clang! Clang! Clang!

 

The gas canister in his hand makes noise as it hits the stairs.

 

Hissss!

 

He sprays out gas.

 

Flicker! Flicker!

 

The flames sway greatly as he approaches.

 

They panic as if telling him to put it down.

 

“Why? This is what you like, isn’t it?”

 

Johann with twisted lips approaches the flames.

 

Thud!

 

Johann sees Mark Wahlberg grabbing his hand.

 

His eyes, coldly dead.

 

“Are you going to stop me?”

 

“No.”

 

There’s no way he would.

 

“But a parent should take revenge for their child.”

 

Crack!

 

“I also… have a lot of resentment toward those bastards.”

 

So this father will take revenge first.

 

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

 

Don’t try to act like a father now.

 

“Anyway…”

 

A hateful child to the very end.

 

Mark Wahlberg wraps one arm around Johann’s shoulder and grabs the gas canister with the other.

 

Then he glances at a nearby deep pit.

 

Johann does the same.

 

And after walking a few more steps, they stand before the flames.

 

“Here, this is the food you love!”

 

Gas, the food they would normally love to death.

 

“So…”

 

“Eat your fill and burst to death-!”

 

“…Yeah! Die-!”

 

Whoosh!

 

The gas canister leaves Mark Wahlberg’s hand and heads toward the flames.

 

The panicked flames hurriedly catch the gas canister.

 

And…

 

BOOOOOOM!

 

The flames shot up magnificently.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

Thud thud thud thud thud!

 

Inside a helicopter flying somewhere.

 

Everyone’s faces turn pale at the disaster covering the trees.

 

What should they do.

 

How should they put out this fire.

 

“There are no… survivors, right?”

 

The walkie-talkie has maintained silence since the last rescue request that came in 8 hours ago.

 

“We have to assume so…”

 

They killed them.

 

It couldn’t be helped since it was an inaccessible location, but still, they ultimately killed them.

 

“Let’s go back.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Just as they were about to turn the helicopter around.

 

BOOOOM!

 

“Ahhh!”

 

The fuselage shakes with a roar.

 

While the panicked psychiatrist tries to regain control of his body, something catches his eye.

 

“Th-there!”

 

Flames shooting up toward the sky.

 

But that’s only for a moment.

 

“…Dear God.”

 

The flames die down.

 

As if God pressed down with his palm, the flames go out centered around where the explosion occurred.

 

“…Th-there! Go there-!”

 

 

 

Whoosh! Whoooosh!

 

In the deep pit thick with the last remnants of flames, Mark Wahlberg stroked the head of wide-eyed Johann, comforting him that it was all over.

 

Thud thud thud thud thud thud!

 

A helicopter was flying toward them from far away.

 

“Cuuuut! …Okay! End of shooting!”

 

“Waaaaaaah!”

 

The filming was over.

 

 

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