Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 140
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 140
Wipo always believed that he had received the Lord’s blessing.
Because he was the only one who survived in the village struck by a landslide.
Because he safely arrived at the monastery in a world where orphans became slaves.
Because the priests who heard his circumstances gladly accepted him.
All of this would not have been possible without the Lord’s care.
So he always wanted to repay the grace he received from the Lord.
His faith became even stronger as he studied the Bible.
But that alone was not enough.
Couldn’t he praise more deeply?
Then he learned about hymns through a priest who visited the monastery.
‘It was shocking.’
Of course, there were hymns in the monastery too.
Even in the shabby monastery in the mountains, they did not neglect praise to God with entrance songs, responsorial psalms, and subsidiary songs.
While sweeping and cleaning the floor, while dusting, all priests and apprentice priests memorized the Bible and hymns to cultivate their faith.
Because even in monasteries of solemnity and silence, this was acknowledged.
Wipo did everything he could and was able to memorize all the hymns in the monastery.
For him, it was an incredibly easy task.
Having sung along with the sounds of wind and flowing water in his hometown village, he could remember and reproduce all the sounds of nature. So learning hymns was easier than memorizing the Bible.
Sometimes when the familiar hymns became boring, he would change the lyrics and arrange them.
He got scolded when caught, but it spread like wildfire among the young priests and was eventually officially recognized.
However, that was only hymns without instruments.
The day a priest crossing the mountain to go to another province came with a stringed instrument that had only one string, his world was completely changed.
‘Grace spreading like the light of dawn.’
Sounds that could not be made by the human voice.
His mind exploded, and his talent began to bloom in earnest.
He reworked all the hymns.
He incorporated the sounds of nature he had heard and imitated, changing the old into the modern.
He abstained from food and drink while creating new hymns.
A talent that the small, old monastery could not handle.
The abbot sent him to the church in the capital.
Thus, Priest Wipo faced another turning point.
Countless instruments, folk songs, city noises.
The sounds he had never heard before led him to higher places.
Made him go even more mad.
Eventually, he even gained the glory of becoming a Royal Priest…
‘The reason Wipo accepted the position of Royal Priest was simple.’
Because there were instruments there that could not be seen even in the church.
Thus he came to compose numerous hymns, including ‘Praise the Sacrifice of Pascha.’
But even so, he was not satisfied.
‘More instruments. More sounds.’
Instruments that could reproduce the sounds filling his mind.
A genius who could create such instruments.
The genius born in the wrong era suffered from such terrible thirst and longing before heading to God’s embrace.
“…Ha!”
Steven Tyler bursts into hollow laughter.
The Aerosmith members do the same.
They scratch at the goosebumps covering their bodies.
“Do you like it?”
“Do I like it?”
He thought it would take at least several years.
Because it was such a difficult task.
Because so many had tried and failed.
But contact came in just 6 days.
‘This child’s talent is really…’
He seems to understand Joe Walsh’s words that it would be beyond whatever he might think.
He comes to understand the nickname of being an avatar sent down by the god of rock.
‘No! This boy is a child sent down by the Lord!’
A completion level higher than what he had vaguely expected.
A harmony that couldn’t be better.
The band’s instruments leading the hymn beyond harmony.
Steven Tyler, imagining his voice over that sound, picked up his phone instead of answering.
“It’s me! We’re holding a concert in LA, so get ready!”
On a scale larger than the past 10 years.
As a venue to announce a new song, a new genre of rock.
As quickly as possible.
‘Wow.’
The best answer.
Johann’s lips tremble.
“You’ll join us, won’t you, composer?”
“Me too?”
‘I’m going to be a guest at an Aerosmith concert?’
Crazy.
“Absolutely!”
“Uhahahahahaha!”
* * *
Aerosmith seeks Saint Knight Johann! What for?
Johann Jefferson, you’ll know when you see it.
Aerosmith to hold concert at Dodger Stadium!
Steven Tyler to release new song at concert!
Tickets sold out in 6 hours! Rock is not dead yet!
Black Eyed Peas express intention to participate as guests!
Saint Knight Johann, is new girlfriend pianist Sophia Salonen?
Saint Knight threatens media! Will take legal action against spreading rumors!
Johann who made Bruno Mars cry. What he sang was a Korean song?
Warner’s Trip Road, where is the next travel destination?
All of America began focusing on Aerosmith’s concert.
And the day of the concert dawned.
Buzz buzz!
Dodger Stadium filled with people even though the 2014 season hadn’t started.
“Yeah!”
A metal maniac in leather clothes with punk-style hair poses while looking at his phone, and a skinhead man with drumsticks moves along, twitching the cigar in his mouth.
A grandfather holding the hand of his 8-year-old granddaughter.
Grandmother and grandson wearing leather clothes.
Chubby uncles wearing suits.
Ladies pushing strollers.
People of all kinds move like a tide.
“Is this their first new song in almost 3 years?”
“Grandma, why did you come here?”
“Oh, Jimmy. I came to show you real music.”
“I heard rumors that the composer is a child…”
“They say he’s a holy knight who restored hymns?”
“Did you hear that news? The prisoners who escaped from Alcatraz back in the day were all caught! The FBI is transporting them!”
“My God! Weren’t those bastards dead?”
Among the excited fans, Billboard star and future diva Robin Joel sticks out her tongue.
‘Wow.’
Fans of various age groups, unlike her own.
‘This is a legend’s ticket power…’
While feeling envious, she resolves to work even harder.
Tap tap!
“Hik?!”
“Hi there, Robin.”
Startled, she turns her head to see a short Hispanic girl brightly waving her hand.
“Aria?”
Ariana Grande. A rookie pop singer who played the quirky high school student Cat Valentine in a sitcom and topped the Billboard album chart last year.
“I’m here too!”
“Terry!”
Taylor Swift. A female singer who was once country’s idol but has now successfully transitioned to pop.
She became friends with both of them after meeting at a party.
“Were you guys fans of Aerosmith?”
“We’re not the only fans, are we?”
Following their pointing fingers, she sees Usher, Justin Timberlake, the Beyoncé couple, Angelina Jolie, Bruno Mars, and others.
All of Hollywood’s residents were walking around in comfortable clothes.
“My goodness…”
“It’s Aerosmith.”
Aerosmith, the legendary rock band that makes any situation understandable with just their name.
Moreover, they said they would release a new song today.
She couldn’t help but come out of curiosity.
“But Robin, were you also a fan of Aerosmith?”
“Ah, I came because of the guest.”
“The Holy Knight!”
“Wolf Boy!”
“Yeah. My idol who made me who I am today.”
Wolf, Johann.
As Robin’s eyes become slightly dreamy, the two’s eyes light up.
“Did he really compose your songs when he was 11? Without Bruno Mars’ help?”
“Yes! Everything I said on the broadcast was fake!”
To protect Johann’s will not to have his freedom suppressed, she officially said the songs came from collaboration with Bruno Mars.
But she couldn’t lie to her close friends.
“That’s impossible. What kind of talent is that…”
At just 11 years old, he had 4 songs chart on Billboard.
Taylor Swift, who is walking the path of a singer-songwriter, is particularly stunned.
“Then, the fact that this new song’s composer name is Johann Jefferson…”
“Yeah. It’s probably my idol.”
“…Wow.”
It seems today’s viewing just got more interesting.
Including teasing the fan who adores her idol.
The two smile mischievously and link arms with Robin.
“So how was it during recording?”
“Did you confess? When will you?”
“Wh-what…! I, I just…!”
“Right. That’s how it all starts!”
“Come, let’s talk as we go in.”
Bickering like this, they sit in the stadium seats.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing.
Watch you smile while you are sleeping.
I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.
Aerosmith’s signature song.
The humid heat from the people filling the standing area covers the whole body like pressure to start the performance quickly.
It makes you sing along and heats up your entire body.
She regrets not being in that standing area on the field.
The standing area that sells out first when a singer’s concert is held.
In disappointment, the drink she brought goes down gulp by gulp.
How much time had passed like this?
Thump! Thump thump thump!
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
“Waaaaaaah!”
The lighting that signals the start of the concert.
Tens of thousands of people who reflexively cheered gradually close their mouths.
They shake their legs with rising anticipation.
That’s when it happened.
――――!
“Hm?”
Beautiful and sacred chorus flowing from the speakers, starting from the darkened stage.
A magnificent organ embraces the chorus and spreads the sound wider.
It demands silent faith.
“…A hymn?”
What could it be?
Are they collaborating with a choir this time?
Aerosmith has done many collaborations with orchestras so far.
What kind of surprise are they planning this time?
Just as she’s about to clench her fist with a thrilling heart, a sharp electric guitar sound cuts through between the hymn and piano.
Ziiiiing!
“Huh!”
The following bass gently soothes as if saying don’t be surprised, and the drum’s crash cymbal and calm piano melody ring out clearly, pushing them forward to start now.
‘Crazy!’
“Wh-what?! How is this possible?!”
The singers jump up from their seats.
It’s a hymn. No, this is rock.
It’s a harmony of two genres that they thought could never blend together.
The band’s instruments take the lead while maintaining the original form of the hymn.
Let’s go here, let’s walk faster.
The sacred hymn becomes infused with the colors of rock.
It twists everyone’s memories and perceptions.
This is the original instrument of this hymn.
Not organs or violins or anything like that.
Not black gospel, Catholic punk, or Christian metal, but something several steps beyond that.
A vaguely imagined, unreachable utopia.
2014, modern people’s praise toward God.
A rock aria toward the Lord.
-vi-chi-mae
-The sacrifice of Pascha…
“Ahh!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Steven Tyler’s husky high notes dug deep into the choir’s solid harmony, then suddenly expanded their territory.
Goosebumps turn into shivers.
‘It worked! It doesn’t matter!’
Whether it’s hymns or rock doesn’t matter.
I don’t know what this unidentifiable thing I’ve never heard before is, but there’s no time to think about that now.
Because I’m clearly realizing that their challenge has succeeded once again.
Like the audience, the singers also prepare to go wild with excitement.
“Hurry… please hurry…”
Tyler, please. Please show yourself soon.
Please start the performance.
Their earnestness soon reached the stage.
Pop pop pop pop pop!
“…Waaaahhhhh!”
The stage brightly lit up as fireworks exploded.
People lost their minds, and Robin shot up from her seat.
‘Johann?!’
Johann was holding a guitar next to Steven Tyler.
There was also a microphone in front of him.
* * *
“You crazy bastard!”
“Is that a curse?”
“It’s a compliment!”
Before the concert started, in the waiting room.
Joe Walsh, who had seen the final rehearsal, burst out with excitement.
“How was that even possible?!”
Startled!
Johann’s first concert.
Even though he was a guest, Will.i.am, Bruno Mars, Jimmy Page and others who had come to congratulate him perked up their ears.
“I started by acknowledging that hymns were praise created with the voice, using the most magnificent and perfect instrument that humans could create at that time.”
“…Right. That’s the essence of hymns.”
“Yes.”
That’s why it’s difficult to combine Gregorian chant with other genres.
Because it’s a perfect song made with a perfect instrument.
Because what was felt lacking with the passage of time had already been supplemented and filled in by great composers with their own instruments.
Because this itself is faith, it cannot be changed.
“Because the original creator, the composer of that era, isn’t around, it’s difficult to change.”
“That’s right.”
So we can only take the meaning of hymns, the concept of praise toward the Lord.
Like black gospel, Catholic punk, Christian metal.
“But in the end, it’s an instrument.”
One where you can control tempo, adjust pitch, add or subtract.
And one that can be arranged.
“Huh…!”
Bruno Mars, Will.i.am and others scratch the goosebumps that rose on their arms.
Does that crazy genius even know what he just said?
“So that’s why you added classical music too?”
“Oh?”
I didn’t expect him to notice that only a small amount was added.
Honestly, ‘The Holy Spirit’s Composer, Wipo’ alone couldn’t have accomplished it.
No matter how talented he was, he couldn’t properly handle music and instruments that jumped across 1000 years.
What Wipo presented was merely possibility.
The possibility of arrangement into different musical scales, which he had done a lot during his lifetime.
So using Josef II’s musical foundation as a stepping stone, I made Wipo cross through time to reach modern rock.
‘I thought my head would explode.’
Absorption Reading ‘The Holy Spirit’s Composer, Wipo’ and Josef II simultaneously. They fought over which way to go, what was right, and I thought my head would explode.
But I finally did it.
I combined rock with the original form of hymns to complete music that transcends time.
“So now you’ve finally decided to reveal yourself, Little Jefferson?”
‘That damn Little Jefferson… I’m bigger now.’
“To some extent.”
Though I probably won’t be running around everywhere enthusiastically.
“Because you still enjoy playing with friends?”
“Bingo.”
“You really…”
Bruno Mars and all his acquaintances shake their heads while smiling.
Johann, who gave up many things to protect his freedom.
Thinking of Johann who will now fully enjoy what’s his puts their minds at ease.
“Haha. But don’t you have anything you want to say to me?”
It’s my first concert in life.
Even though I’m a guest, my heart is beating like crazy.
I feel like I might make mistakes from excitement at this rate.
I wanted to hear advice from those who had concerts before.
“Something to say? Oh, that’s right?”
Bruno Mars smiled mischievously, then pulled out a diaper from his bag and offered it.
“You’ll need this.”
Even if I gather hundreds of audience members every time I do busking.
“Puhaha! Right! That’s what you need most! How thoughtful?”
“Kekeke! You should listen to your seniors, Johann.”
“Ah, really!”
Slam!
“10 minutes before start!”
It’s time to go out.
Thump thump! My heart starts racing.
“…Whew! I’ll be back!”
“Don’t pee yourself!”
“Get lost!”
Going outside, behind the choir supported by the archdiocese, Aerosmith and Sophia, invited as a guest performer, are standing.
A sharp atmosphere like a blade.
The people around turn pale and can’t approach.
But Johann is different.
‘This is what being a pro is like.’
Even veterans with decades of experience, even Sophia who has performed dozens of times, seem to find the stage frightening.
‘Joe Walsh was like that too.’
Thud!
A long, rough hand is placed on Johann’s head.
Patting him reassuringly not to be nervous.
‘How strange.’
Among the various emotions pounding in his heart, fear subsides.
The sharp smell of cigarettes brushing his nose is like a sedative.
“It’s time to enter!”
“…Alright! Shall we go then!”
“Wooooooh!”
‘That startled me.’
“Johann, let’s go!”
Johann chuckles and takes Sophia’s hand, following behind them.
They arrive at the entrance to the stage.
While you were sleeping!
‘…Wow.’
The stage shrouded in darkness.
Humid heat like a tropical jungle rushes forward, pushing against his body.
Pressing down on his entire body.
As if saying a rookie like him doesn’t belong here.
As if saying he has no right to stand on stage unless he crosses this line.
“Hmm.”
Steven Tyler and the members, and Sophia, who crossed the line first, wait for Johann.
As if crossing this line must be solely one’s own will.
As if that’s what qualification means.
‘Hmph!’
Less pressure than facing a bear in the middle of winter.
He moves following the glow-in-the-dark stickers dotted on the floor.
He takes his position and puts the in-ear monitors in his ears.
――――!
It begins.
The hymn transformed into something modern.
-Beep!
A signal piercing his ears.
It sounded different to Johann.
‘Let’s begin, sir.’
In Steven Tyler’s warm voice.
‘Yes.’
A conversation crossing between them though they can’t see each other’s eyes.
Johann places his hand on the guitar and strums downward.
And then…
Boom boom boom boom boom!
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
“Uaaaaaaah!”
As the lights turn on all at once, Johann realizes that what Bruno Mars said earlier wasn’t a joke.
Hands stretching out and waving.
Eyes desperately craving.
Gestures crazed with affection.
It feels like the entire world is rushing to devour him.
He trembles from his toes.
‘…You guys were the only ones who got to see this?!’
This ecstatic sight.
He’s angry.
-Beep!
At the signal ringing in his ears, Johann opens his mouth.
“Mors et-.”
Death and life.
He sings the scene of resurrection.
* * *
Kyaaaaaaah!
Uaaaaaaah!
Steven-!
Joe Perry-!
I don’t know who you are, but you too-!
“Hah. Hah.”
‘Is it over?’
Joey Kramer’s drum sticks have stopped.
Sophia gasps for breath with her hand on her chest.
Seeing Steven Tyler saying something into the microphone, it seems the song has ended.
Everyone’s faces look bright, so it seems there were no mistakes.
Trudge trudge.
Steven Tyler approaches and puts his arm around Johann’s shoulder.
He holds out the microphone.
“How do you feel, sir.”
“…It’s the best.”
Waaaah!
Hahahaha!
This scene with tens of thousands in front of him.
This heat sent by tens of thousands.
So a terrible thirst arises.
Because these people aren’t looking at him.
‘I want to hold my own concert.’
He wants to see this scene completely alone.
He wants to monopolize it.
‘It would really be the best.’
A bright smile forms on his face.
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