Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 206

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 206

“Are you really tearing it all down?”

The Interior Designer looks at the wall that’s as high and thick as a fortress wall.

“Isn’t it too much of a waste…?”

“Remove everything completely, and build it new like this. Don’t recycle the demolished wall.”

When Johann presents the drawing, the Interior Designer and Emily’s eyes light up.

“It’s an old Eastern-style wall.”

Built up with stones and topped with a tiled roof.

“You know about it?”

“One of my friends is Japanese, haha!”

The tiled roof is a device that allows energy to flow over. It was an absolutely necessary device for this house.

“And… Emily, could you hold this for me?”

“Sure!”

Johann unfolds a large piece of paper, no, a large blueprint and attaches it to the wall.

“Wow?!”

“Please demolish all buildings except the main house, and build new ones in these positions.”

An arrangement where energy flowing over the wall circulates throughout the entire property and exits through the wall near the gate. It’s designed to let excess harmful energy flow out naturally.

The Interior Designer furrows his brow.

“I suppose you know someone who does architecture.”

He can feel that not only the building positions but also the water pipe arrangements, paths connecting buildings, traffic flow, and even the positions of landscaping trees and decorative rocks were all thoroughly calculated and drawn.

“Please build each building like this as well.”

“…Why don’t you just leave it to whoever drew these?”

“That person is in a distant place.”

“Ah.”

While he understands that, he can’t help feeling offended.

The architecture he thinks of is art.

Remodeling is the same. Even though he could earn more money since it involves building structures rather than simple remodeling, his pride couldn’t accept moving according to designs drawn by someone else.

“Should I think of about two months for the deadline?”

“What? Sigh. Never mind. I’ll just find another contractor…”

“I’ll also come to help, but if you can finish within two months, I’ll pay an additional million dollars. On top of whatever estimate you give me now.”

“…”

The Interior Designer who stared intently at Johann picks up his phone.

“Hey, it’s me. Jimmy! Gather the demolition team right now! The wall is like a fortress! 60 feet! Not 6 feet, but 60 feet-! And!”

Johann and Emily, who burst into laughter looking at each other as the Interior Designer gestures for them to leave the blueprints, turn around and walk down the path.

They’re giving him some space.

“You drew it, didn’t you?”

“I read a few books about architecture.”

No.

There are several sites that ‘Daoism Master Doseon’ selected, and he’s seen buildings erected on those sites several times, so how could he not draw blueprints of this level.

‘Daoism Master Doseon’ who felt the flow and gathering of energy as if seeing it with his eyes.

Because of that, he could also sense how to build and arrange buildings to gather more energy, but at that time, due to material and budget limitations, there were countless buildings that remained only in his imagination without being built.

Of course, they were buildings from too long ago, and since he opposed having his future home built entirely in Eastern style, he did simultaneously use Absorption Reading on modern architects.

“You really are…”

“Haha. But wasn’t it pretty?”

“Well…”

“Ah, you can’t imagine the finished appearance from looking at blueprints.”

“Don’t say something obvious as if it’s not… Huh? Wow!”

Johann opens his mouth seeing what Emily discovered when she turned her head.

“It has character!”

A sculpture in the shape of a hand with palm facing the sky and fingers slightly curved as if trying to grasp something large can be seen beyond the high wall.

“The owner of that house must like art pieces.”

“What art. It’s an eyesore.”

“Huh?”

“Think about having a human hand just sitting there in your house.”

“Ugh…”

Thinking about it that way, it looks somewhat different.

“And since that sculpture was erected, only bad things must have happened.”

Someone getting hurt, getting sick, thriving businesses collapsing.

‘Obviously they stuck something like that in a spot where energy gathers…’

All the good energy overflowing in this Beverly Hills must have turned into bad energy.

Tremendous misfortunes must have rushed into the house like waves.

“Have you been reading Eastern oriental books lately?”

“A bit…?”

Clang!

Johann and Emily’s mouths close shut.

Because the mansion gate of the place they just saw opened and a Black Man in his 40s was coming out huffing angrily.

“Oh, what do we do. He must have heard.”

“Wait here. I’ll apologize.”

Just as Johann approaches the Man whose complexion has turned deathly dark and is about to speak.

“Is, is it really true? Is it really because of that damn thing that I, I…”

Johann slowly closes and opens his eyes.

‘Daoism Master Doseon’ speaks.

“Your child must have been seriously hurt. It seems you’ve divorced too… Did you perhaps also get sick?”

‘Daoism Master Doseon’ who realized the principles of feng shui and also learned how to read people’s fortunes and misfortunes, that is, physiognomy.

“Ahhh!”

The Middle-aged Man who had been driven to the edge of a cliff with only bad things happening as if cursed by god for the past few years, collapses at stories unknown to others.

“How, how can I fix this! What should I do…!”

“I only learned this superficially so it’s up to you whether to believe it or not, but if it were me, I’d quickly get rid of that thing.”

Everything that feels like an eyesore to the eyes of an extremely ordinary person.

“That, that’s all it takes? Just that!”

“To neutralize the bad energy that’s accumulated, um… erecting a statue of the Virgin Mary wouldn’t be bad either.”

Just removing the sculpture should resolve the situation to some extent.

“Ah, I understand! Thank you. Thank you so much!”

The Middle-aged Man who was desperate enough to grasp at straws rushed into the house, and Emily looks at Johann with her mouth open.

“If someone was driven to that extent, divorce would be natural. If no one had been hurt, he wouldn’t have reacted so sensitively either.”

Also, in such a stressful situation, one gets sick even without existing illness.

“…What that person needed was a trigger?”

“Yeah. He needed a target to blame for his misfortune, a target to resent. Even after removing that sculpture, his luck might still be bad, but it won’t feel as desperate as now.”

“It would be a kind of placebo effect.”

“That’s how you should see it.”

“This is how people fall into cults… You shouldn’t do things like that. Got it?”

“I won’t. What do you take me for?”

“A human obsessed with experiences. You’d do it if you thought it seemed interesting.”

“…”

Unfortunately, it was something he couldn’t refute.

“Let’s go back. He should be done with his call by now.”

“Yeah! Oh, how about drawing pictures on the new wall we’re building?”

“Like a ‘Fire is always targeting us’ mural? …That’s good?”

Drawing Cheoyong would work.

‘But how would Western goblins know about Cheoyong… No, why are there goblins in the West anyway.’

Johann took out ‘Daoism Master Doseon’.

* * *

Beep. Beep.

Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, the largest hospital in LA.

A Black Man in his 40s tightly grips the hand of his young Son who is wearing an oxygen mask.

His Son who fell into a coma after riding his bicycle down in front of their House and colliding with a vehicle coming up from below, unable to avoid it.

Even though there was clearly nothing wrong with his brain, his Son couldn’t wake up, and his soul was living in hell every day.

“Please, Jake… I threw away that damn thing too… Please!”

The hand sculpture that his Wife had bought before divorcing him without looking back when Son Jake fell into a coma and his business hit a snag.

Come to think of it, everything seemed to start going wrong after that sculpture was erected in the garden.

Of course, he knew it was ridiculous superstition.

But he was cornered enough to want to believe even such things.

“Just like that Asian Students said, I even erected a statue of the Virgin Mary… Right? We have to go to Disneyland again with Father…”

Ring! Ring!

“Phew. Yes, Conner Watt of Watt Company…? Yeah. Why? …What?!”

-The payment came in from Africa, Boss-!

“Crazy? Didn’t they say that place went bankrupt?”

-It wasn’t true! They just closed the shutters temporarily and were going around borrowing money!

“Oh, my God. God!”

Thank goodness. Really thank goodness.

“Got it! F-first, use that money to pay the overdue bills…!”

Rustle.

Suddenly feeling chills, the middle-aged Black Man Conner Watt unconsciously turns his head toward the hospital bed where his Son is lying.

“Father, you’re noisy…”

The feeling of all the blood draining from his body with a thud.

“…Doc-Doctor-!”

He urgently ran out of the Hospital Room.

“We’ll know for sure once the test results come out, but with his current condition, he should be able to be discharged soon.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!”

He doesn’t want to ask what the reason was that his Son couldn’t wake up. He’s just grateful that his only Son has awakened.

“And… um. Mr. Watt.”

“Yes! Yes, Doctor!”

“It’s not certain, but how about you get re-examined too, Mr. Watt?”

“M-me?”

Conner Watt, who had recently been diagnosed with stage 2 stomach cancer after a thorough examination when his stomach suddenly hurt as if it was being torn apart.

His eyes shake as he had to shoulder the burden of whether to undergo surgery or receive drug chemotherapy treatment.

Suddenly Johann’s words flash through his mind, the words about soon getting sick.

‘I-I already got sick so I ignored it…?! C-could it be?’

He swallowed dry saliva while looking at the Doctor who was avoiding his eyes for some reason.

* * *

“Phew. Done.”

In the secretive night when everyone was asleep, Johann left the House carrying something with red patterns drawn on it.

“Huh?”

The Interior Designer, who had demolished everything except the main building and even finished ground compaction, looks puzzled at the hole where concrete will soon be poured.

“What’s wrong?”

“No. There’s something like a stone over there that I didn’t see yesterday… Or not?”

Johann quickly waves his hand.

“You must be mistaken. There are so many stones like that.”

The crushed stones laid for leveling work after compacting the ground.

“And who would come here to mess with stones.”

“Haha. Right?”

He must have become sensitive because it’s a construction project with huge money involved.

“You said you’ll use the building to be built here as a Library?”

One basement floor and four floors above ground.

Compared to general libraries, it’s not particularly special in size, but considering it’s a private Library being built inside a Mansion, it’s quite large.

“As expected of the top student, you’re overflowing with academic passion.”

Johann, who is too famous among Parents with Child.

The fact that despite being a Billboard number 1 Singer, he continued to rank first in his entire school was an all-purpose weapon for Parents to stop their Child’s excuses.

“Hahaha.”

Johann smiled bitterly at the Interior Designer’s words.

Because it wasn’t a Library for studying, but a place to collect related materials to prove various credibilities when he finds other hidden treasures in the future.

“You said that building over there will be used as a research lab?”

That building is a total three-story building from basement to 2nd Floor above ground, which was also excessive in size to be used as a personal research lab.

“Yes. I’m very interested in chemistry and physics.”

That’s not all. There are also separate buildings for painting and photography work, and music production work.

“Could you tear off just a little bit of those talents and share them with my Child too?”

“Ahaha!”

“Sigh! But are you really okay with this? This is going to be more grueling work than you think.”

Johann, who said he would help with this remodeling work from the side, asking to be used like a worker.

“Still, it’s the House I’m going to live in from now on, so I should watch how it’s built so I can deal with problems later if they arise, right? Whether I fix it myself or hire someone for repairs.”

“That’s an excellent idea.”

It’s an admirable thought, hard to believe from someone who just became an adult.

“It takes about a week for concrete to dry, so you can think that there won’t be any break time from then on.”

“Oh… I understand.”

“Johann!”

“Yeah, I’m coming! Well then.”

Johann walks toward Emily, from whom the smell of food is coming.

Emily preparing food and drinks for the Workers. Most of them are bought from the Cafeteria, but there are also things she makes herself.

Johann tried to help with this, but Emily firmly refused, saying this was her job.

“Emily, but do you really not need your own building? It feels like I’m only making buildings for myself…”

“Why would only you use them? I’ll use them together too, right? And you’re leaving two buildings empty, aren’t you?”

“Haha. Right.”

Johann, who was relieved by Emily’s face showing not even a speck of disappointment or dissatisfaction, soon becomes puzzled.

“But why did you call me? Did you already finish making all the snacks?”

“Oh right, look at my mind. Remember that person from a few days ago? The one you talked about after seeing that hand sculpture!”

“I remember. What about that person?”

“He came to visit! With his Son!”

“Oh?”

“Thank you. Thank you so much! Thanks to the Singer telling me to get rid of that damn hand, my Son was able to wake up safely like this, and the blocked work was able to be resolved well too!”

The stage 2 stomach cancer was also revealed to be a mistake in the examination.

Really, once he threw away that hand sculpture, all the hardships and pain disappeared like a lie.

“Wow! That’s great!”

“It’s all thanks to the Singer!”

How surprised he had been to learn that the mysterious Asian who had advised him to remove the hand sculpture was Johann.

“Jake, say hello. This is the person who woke you up!”

“Hello. I’m Jake Watt. Thank you so much, hyung.”

“No. How could that be thanks to me. It’s all thanks to Boss never giving up until the end.”

“Singer…”

‘They say Asians are humble!’

This kind of thing should be made known.

He should let people know that someone courageous enough to unhesitatingly save a girl who fell off a cliff also has this kind of ability, so he can become even more successful.

‘It seems like you’re thinking something dangerous?’

‘The One Who Became a Star’ looks into Conner Watt’s eyes and warns him.

“You just mentioned that you do business – if it’s not rude to ask, could I know what kind of business you do?”

“Oh, you’re curious about my business?!”

Of course he could tell him.

“I’m in the trading business, exporting wheat, rice, and grains to Africa, and importing minerals like iron and gems. The company name is Watt Company. Our annual revenue is…”

“No, no. That’s enough.”

Johann hurriedly waves his hands, and Emily makes a worried expression.

“You do dangerous work.”

“Haha. It’s not as dangerous as you think.”

“But when I watch documentaries or the news…”

Articles about Africa’s corrupt politicians and military, incompetent and greedy government officials that get reported every so often.

“They say the reason Africa can’t develop despite having enormous resources is because of dictators and such corrupt people.”

Africa has vast mineral deposits, but in most countries, industrialization utilizing these resources hasn’t developed properly due to lack of manpower and infrastructure.

Despite being in an optimal environment to develop heavy industry using essential industrial resources, they’re completely unable to utilize this.

The public generally blamed this situation on corrupt governments.

“…It’s unfortunate. That’s probably why Doctors Without Borders, volunteer organizations, and people who want to donate their talents head to Africa in large numbers.”

Many people had always helped Africa, but these kinds of support efforts had exploded about 10 years ago, which Conner Watt attributed to a certain virtuous person.

“The late saint of South Sudan, Father Tae-seok Lee.”

A great saint who lived his entire life to save the starving people of South Sudan and died doing so.

“His influence must be great.”

“…May he rest beside God.”

“Amen.”

Emily, who had become solemn for a moment, looks at Johann as if asking whether he knows Father Lee Tae-seok.

“I’ve heard the name.”

Since he had become a member of the Order of Saint Sylvester, he had looked into virtuous people on the Catholic side.

“He was truly an amazing person.”

If you don’t call that person a saint, who would you call a saint?

“I see… Tae-seok Lee…”

As Emily falls into thought, Johann looks at Conner Watt.

“But I think you have a reason for talking about all this.”

Conner Watt was explaining in detail even things that weren’t asked.

It could be seen as faithfully answering Johann’s questions, but Johann strongly felt that Conner Watt had some hidden intention. ‘The One Who Became a Star’ warns him to be careful.

“Haha. Did I get caught?”

Conner Watt scratches his cheek awkwardly and holds out a business card.

“Flag of… Salvation?”

“It’s a volunteer organization I belong to.”

A volunteer organization that helps those in need in Africa.

His eyes subtly light up.

“Don’t you need volunteer activities to get into the university you want? Of course, as a singer, you probably don’t need such things…”

It would also be a great help in forming a good image for future entertainment industry activities. Like the great actress Angelina Jolie, who is regarded as a saint by some.

Johann narrows his eyes.

“It’s not because donations would increase if I joined, is it?”

Flinch!

“Of, of course I don’t deny having such feelings, but that’s not the only reason I said it. How could I do such a thing!”

Johann was a benefactor whose kindness could never be repaid in a lifetime. He absolutely had no intention of using Johann.

“I’m just kidding.”

Johann grins and falls into thought.

‘Volunteer work…’

“Hmm. I do have about a month of free time…”

The interior work would be finished in June.

University application deadline was August 1st.

This was also why Fairmont High School held the prom party in April. To fill out essays and scores to submit to universities by doing volunteer work and social activities during the time in between.

“Hmm. What should I do.”

Africa.

A continent, a country he might never visit in his lifetime without a special opportunity.

Johann looked at Emily and fell into thought.

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