Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 223

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 223

“…No way, surely not.”

But her heart races. Because it’s a name with very deep meaning to her.

Tug tug!

At the tugging on her sleeve, she looks down to see a 5-year-old girl who looks exactly like her making a sullen expression.

“Mother, aren’t we going in?”

At her daughter’s stern gaze that seems to say if they came to view the exhibition then view it, and if they came to work then why did you bring me, Anna smiles awkwardly.

For her, whenever she saw such eyes from her daughter, her spine couldn’t help but turn cold.

‘She looks exactly like her maternal grandmother!’

Anna briefly returns to the past 7 years ago.

The story of a world watched by stars that revitalized the Silver Lake Hispanic Enclave.

A few days after blogging about the vibrant appearance of the Hispanic Concentrated Area and gaining huge views, Anna was forced to go on a blind date by a friend who threatened to cut ties if she didn’t go, and there she met her current husband.

Anna found people difficult, conversations awkward, didn’t know what to say, and men were even more difficult.

Her husband gently led her when she was in a panic.

He waited for her and kept the conversation topics flowing.

Encouraged by this, she barely managed to squeeze out conversation from her head, and by chance the topic of the story of the world watched by stars came up.

From then on, the floodgates opened.

Her husband, who happened to enjoy viewing art works and turned out to be a reporter.

As they talked frantically, they realized their codes matched, and thus they married and obtained the world’s greatest treasure.

“Mother. It’s Father.”

“Huh? Charlie? Where?”

“He went inside earlier. Sigh.”

Her daughter sighs.

Anna flinches.

‘B-but when you concentrate, you can’t see your surroundings well!’

Her husband Charlie is the same way, so she doesn’t know why only she gets scolded.

“L-let’s go in!”

She can meet her husband later.

Right now, the important thing was her daughter’s kindergarten homework – viewing an exhibition with parents.

“Sigh.”

Anna quickly takes her daughter’s hand and enters the exhibition hall.

A ship is the first thing to greet them.

An old ship surrounded by lush grass and flower beds.

“Wow….”

Just looking at it drains the strength from her body. She finds herself staring quietly.

Could this be a sculpture by a top-level writer?

Then she becomes puzzled.

‘Does a ship made of wood count as a sculpture… Huh?!’

It’s stone. Not wood, but a ship carved from stone.

“My goodness!”

Murmur murmur!

Visitors like Anna who realize the wood was actually stone and are surprised.

Anna looks at the introduction placard set up beside it.

Journey of the Soul, Beginning

The start of the final journey.

‘Ah!’

A simple introduction phrase.

But the content the work wants to express is understood instantly.

Anna takes a photo.

Tap tap!

“What?”

“Mother, a fox and bird.”

“What fox… Eek?!”

“Kyaa!”

Her ears react to her daughter’s words, and people who followed the pointing finger all step back in surprise.

Hidden among the grassy field, a white fox with a white bird perched on its head. No, animals of white color with a faint blue tinge flowing subtly.

The two animals are looking at the ship without moving at all.

Did they enter the exhibition hall through a window and get captivated by the ship?

Several people approach curiously. Seeing they don’t move even when approached closely, they carefully reach out their hands.

And… they were shocked by the sensation touching their hands.

“Crazy?!”

“Why?”

“Th-this seems like a sculpture? It’s blocked!”

“What? Holy! My goodness!”

Anna also looks in shock and discovers a small acrylic board lying beside it, no, an introduction phrase.

Winter, the end of that trial.

Spring has come.

Let us prepare to depart with the escort of messengers sent by God.

“Ah!”

‘A sculpture? That?’

The protruding feathers of the white bird with oceans in its eyes, and the smooth fur of the fox with mysterious golden eyes.

They all look like real animals.

‘Michelangelo?’

The master who created Pieta and David.

She holds up her camera. She moves her body.

She photographs the ship that the two animals, who seem ready to move at any moment, are looking at with calm satisfaction and wistful longing.

How long had she been taking photos?

At her daughter’s urging, she moves her steps.

And she encountered a long line.

Rumble! Bang bang! Whoooosh!

Sounds like heavy rain falling.

What could be in that exhibition hall that people are lining up like this?

Then her daughter, who had let go of her hand and went ahead, says.

“Mother, a crow. A crow is sitting on a rock.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a crow that will deliver your story!”

‘Hugin? Munin?’

The first thing that comes to mind, the crows of some Northern European god who are said to gather all the stories of the world.

Anna, who had thought to see other things first because the line was too long, takes her daughter’s hand and quietly stands behind the people.

* * *

She looks at the giant tree.

Surrounded by flower beds of pink, light green, and yellow, she stares blankly at the pure white tree that has grown high into the sky with drooping red and orange leaves.

‘Beautiful.’

All the works she had seen were like this.

Digital art overlaid on sculptures.

It brought the dreamlike beauty of the distant past into reality.

It made her feel like she was standing in landscapes she had vaguely imagined to be beautiful in this way or that.

As if she had connected to virtual reality.

As if she had become the protagonist of the movie Avatar.

Anna turns her head to look at the work introduction.

End, arrival.

An introduction with no words written other than the title.

“Mother. Deer, eagle, squirrel.”

At her daughter’s words, she looks at the massive artwork again.

“Ah!”

Why couldn’t she recognize it just moments ago?

Next to the thick trunk of the giant tree, a pure white stag stands gazing with clear, deep black eyes tinged with gold.

Among the lush branches, a yellow-beaked hawk flutters its wings and sings as if pleased with its arrival.

Next to the hawk, a squirrel gnaws on a fruit.

A scene that perfectly suits the words “End, arrival.”

A mysterious and peaceful place somewhere in a world unreachable by humans, perfectly fulfilling the expectations held during the journey that felt long but was short.

‘They’re blended in! This time too!’

That’s why she didn’t notice.

She thought there would surely be hidden animals this time too, but her attention was first drawn to Kisago’s sculptures and Professor Paul’s digital art.

Kisago’s sculptures alone were satisfying enough to make her sigh, but discovering the animal sculptures and looking at Kisago’s work again gives a feeling of something expanding.

It’s regrettable. It’s unfortunate.

That this emotion cannot be completely captured and contained in a photograph.

But Anna raises her camera and tries her best to capture the emotion.

“Mother, they’re sculptures.”

“You’re right…”

Just taking one step changes the scenery.

Under the pure white lighting, the sculptures displayed on metal stands pull the mind from the dreamlike world back to reality.

The writer’s words about grateful people who helped with the exhibition make reality even clearer.

“Hmm. Hm?”

It’s the moment she finishes photographing her daughter standing next to the sculptures and exits the display area.

I pray that your final journey will also be this beautiful.

“Ah!”

“Haah…”

It’s not just Anna. Everyone who was leaving the space displaying the small sculptures sees the phrase written on the wall and quickly turns their heads back.

They recall the journey that began with white foxes and white birds seeing them off.

“…I really hope it would be like that.”

That her own end would also be this beautiful.

Anna, who made this small wish, smiles with satisfaction and takes her daughter’s hand, stepping forward boldly.

“How was it? Was it fun?”

“Yes! It was really, really fun… Father! Father!”

At the end of the exit. Charlie, a reporter from California Journal who was about to step toward the second floor, is startled.

“…Elsa? Anna?”

“Not Elsa, Alex!”

“Hahaha!”

He lifts up his daughter who came running and then got sulky.

“That’s why it’s so regrettable. If Frozen had been released just 3 years earlier, I would have definitely named you Elsa.”

“Then why did you do that?”

“First of all, it’s not Father’s fault.”

“Is it Mother’s fault?”

“It’s Disney’s fault… ouch.”

Charlie, who embraced Anna as she approached and kissed her, fills his eyes with curiosity.

“You said you’d do the cultural experience homework with parents by visiting an art exhibition.”

“…I just forgot that it was today.”

Pinch!

“You’re late.”

“Ugh!”

“So why did you come here?”

“Interview.”

He came to interview Diana Kistgo, who was holding an exhibition after a long time, and David Paul, who has high reputation in the digital art field.

Charlie, who said that, brings his lips to Anna’s ear.

“But the main focus is Johann Jefferson. You know? The Wolf Knight. The Saint.”

“…?!”

‘It really was that Johann?!’

Charlie’s eyes light up at his wife’s surprised expression.

“And if my guess is right… a huge scoop will break today.”

“A scoop?”

Stir!

Dozens of reporters gathered in front of the stairs leading to the second floor suddenly show signs of agitation.

Reporters who came hoping because of the name Johann Jefferson and reporters invited by Kisago.

Charlie also prepares to follow them as they start moving.

“Oh, do you want to come too? It’s not like only invited reporters can enter.”

“…I want to go!”

Johann is currently the most famous person in Hollywood. Posting on her blog would greatly help with views.

So they enter a space on the second floor, with daughter Alex in their arms.

“It really is him?!”

“My goodness!”

“Editor! This is Writer Kisago’s exhibition but…”

The space becomes noisy.

Pushing through the people, they see Diana Kistgo, Professor David Paul, and Johann sitting side by side in chairs.

Kisago takes the microphone.

“Thank you for coming to celebrate my exhibition like this.”

“Ah…”

“Ahem.”

At the implication that this is her exhibition so they should leave if they’re going to be rowdy, the reporters close their mouths and quietly raise only their cameras. Charlie and Anna do the same.

Kisago, who smiled slightly, continues speaking.

“First, since there might be people who don’t know, let me introduce myself…”

Kisago, Professor Paul, and Johann take turns introducing themselves.

“I’m Johann Jefferson, in charge of animal sculptures.”

Stir!

Kisago smiles gratefully as Johann passes the microphone after only introducing himself and opens her mouth.

“Everyone must be curious about why I suddenly decided to hold an exhibition. It was one day a year ago. I received a phone call during my sabbatical year.”

A call bearing sad news from her hometown Seattle.

It was news of a hometown friend’s death.

A friend who ran around the neighborhood together as children, sharing each other’s dreams about what they would become when they grew up.

A friend who cried and promised to meet again after Kisago succeeded when she left her hometown for LA, but whom she forgot in the flow of time while living a busy life without rest.

The funeral of a friend who died at the young age of only forty-three.

The cause of death was cancer.

The friend who wanted to become America’s greatest rich person when grown up discovered cancer early but died after neglecting treatment due to lack of money for treatment.

Even though she, a successful friend, was right there.

“It felt empty. I didn’t want to do anything.”

So she left on a trip without any plan.

Then she arrived at a rural village in Norway.

“The funeral customs there were quite interesting.”

They placed the cremated remains of the deceased on an old carved boat and pushed it out to sea. Praying that the soul of the deceased would reach God.

Seeing that scene, she suddenly thought of her hometown friend.

“Did that friend reach God’s side?”

The friend who trembled in fear of the growing illness and suffered in pain. Did it hurt even in the moment of dying and going to God’s side?

“It was from such thoughts that I came to hold this exhibition.”

With the hope of traveling through beautiful landscapes and reaching a mystical world.

“Phew.”

The reporters, sighing at the heavy story, close their mouths and write the content in their notebooks. They return to their true nature as reporters.

“Now I’ll take questions. Yes, the female reporter there.”

“You just mentioned Norway, which is the Scandinavian Peninsula, the ancient homeland of the Vikings, isn’t it? Then the old longship sculpture at the entrance is…”

Reporters asking about the exhibition’s content and Professor Paul’s reasons for participating in the exhibition.

Soon it became Charlie’s turn.

“Today, through the combination of sculpture and digital art, I felt like I was traveling to the distant past, to an era when myths were alive.”

The feeling of traveling through an imaginary world made real. It was more immersive than the currently popular augmented reality.

If it came out as virtual reality, I would definitely want to try it to feel today’s emotion again.

“Hoho. Thank you, Charlie.”

“Not at all. Haha. Speaking of myths like this, several LA landmarks suddenly come to mind.”

The ceiling mural of Griffith Observatory.

The Story of the World Watched by Stars.

The goddess of victory, Nike, at Lewis & Boris Law Firm.

At this point, the reporters’ eyes light up.

They too had felt it while viewing today’s exhibition, but since the owners of this exhibition were Kisago and Professor Paul, they had suppressed their doubts and curiosity.

“So there’s something I’d like to ask Johann.”

“…I’m listening.”

“By any chance… did you also paint The Story of the World Watched by Stars and Fire Always Targets Us, Johann?”

Not painted by Robert Burton and Jamie Valin.

Thump!

Everyone’s hearts beat loudly as they focus on Johann’s mouth.

Kisago and Professor Paul also look at Johann in surprise.

Johann looks around at all of them and grins.

‘So it’s come to this after all.’

The moment he thought would come someday.

The moment they had already agreed upon long ago.

Johann nodded his head.

“Yes. I did paint them.”

“…It’s me! Write down exactly what I say and publish the article!”

“Editor!”

“Th-that was when you were 11 years old, as I understand it!”

It was the moment a scoop broke.

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