Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 224

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 224

The exhibition hall after all the reporters and visitors had left.

Kisago stares intently at Johann talking with his girlfriend.

‘He was like Michelangelo reincarnated in this world.’

When telling the legend about the white bird and white fox, he spoke with an incredibly old yet meticulous Italian pronunciation, which made it feel even more so.

It was as if Michelangelo had been reincarnated and was speaking.

That’s why it was puzzling.

‘That girlfriend wasn’t surprised by that appearance…’

Despite it being so alien.

As if she was familiar with it.

That doesn’t make sense. He lived with wolves in the Rocky Mountains until age 11 before coming down, and in all the interviews he’s done, he spoke American English.

‘I really don’t understand.’

She shook her head and tapped Johann’s shoulder.

“Next time, don’t enjoy it all by yourself. Let people be moderately surprised.”

Kisago thought Johann had deceived her and Professor Olivia, pretending to be an outsider when it came to sculpture.

However, the works he presented at this exhibition weren’t something that could be completed just by having natural talent.

They were works that could only be completed by an artist who had honed their natural talent through countless hours and effort.

Therefore, Kisago was mistaken in thinking that Johann had perfectly concealed his talent and effort while enjoying watching others’ reactions.

“Huh?”

“…Never mind. More importantly, would it be okay to pay for the work with marble instead?”

The exhibition that became more perfect thanks to Johann’s sculptures.

This didn’t just affect the exhibition’s success.

Watching the world she had planned expand further with Johann’s help, Kisago’s artistic domain was also able to grow another level.

She felt very uncomfortable about repaying this favor with just a chunk of marble.

“It’s the finest Calacatta marble though?”

Calacatta marble, produced in the Carrara quarries of Tuscany, Italy, just like Carrara marble.

Among the white marbles produced in the Carrara quarries, Calacatta marble makes up only about 5%, making it extremely rare – the finest marble that even Michelangelo couldn’t touch until he entered the Medici family.

Most importantly, she herself had been able to have a valuable new experience, so this repayment was sufficient.

“…If you’re satisfied with it. Anyway, the marble should have arrived at your house by now. You worked hard this past week, and let’s meet again in a good place for good work next time.”

“Thank you for your hard work. I’ll contact you. Let’s go, Emily.”

“Goodbye!”

“Your girlfriend also worked hard helping a bad boyfriend who didn’t come home for a week.”

“Hohoho! Thank you for acknowledging it!”

As Johann and Emily left, Professor Paul approached.

“I offer my condolences in advance.”

To the young sculptors who would be crushed and destroyed by the appearance of a genius, no, a monster.

To the sculpture world that would face a Category 5 hurricane.

“Wow. Do you think installation art will be different?”

Johann’s skill in murals was sky-high, enough to create two landmarks with two murals.

And now he had sculpture skills too.

He had met the basic conditions for installation art.

“Well… installation art is quite a profound discipline, unlike sculpture where you just need to carve stone.”

“Aha. So you want to fight?”

“What? Why are those two acting like that?”

“Everyone get ready to rush in. If anything happens, we save Professor Paul first.”

It was a moment when tension descended upon the after-party.

* * *

Vrooom!

“You heard what the writer said, right? Don’t you have something to say to me?”

Johann, who went to volunteer in Africa not long after becoming independent, and then stayed out for another whole week.

Sleeping together on a cot in that warehouse-like place that smelled of stone dust and metal shavings was a special experience, but not one she wanted to go through again.

“Thank you for choosing me, my love.”

“…Those words saved you.”

“Haha.”

Emily, who withdrew her hand that was about to grab and pinch Johann’s side, looked puzzled.

“But why did that professor apologize to you?”

“She misunderstood that my participation was due to adult circumstances.”

“…Aha.”

I understand what that means.

“So what about the marble?”

The marble that was covered with cloth in the innermost part of Kisago’s studio.

“Is there something you want to sculpt?”

“Yeah. Something came to mind as soon as I saw it. Oh, we’ve arrived.”

The gate that opens as soon as Johann’s car approaches, opened by the security guard.

Rick Bottom, who parked the car in the garage, opened the door and got out.

“Thank you as always, Rick.”

“Not at all. Then.”

As Rick headed toward the gate, Johann and Emily narrowed their eyes.

“Should we buy the house next door?”

“I think the house next door would be better…”

The two who spoke simultaneously looked at each other and burst into laughter.

After kissing, they immediately headed to the sculpture building.

“It’s really here?”

A large chunk of marble placed in the clearing in front of the building.

Emily looked at Johann.

“So what do you want to sculpt?”

“Eros. And Pan.”

Michelangelo’s most cherished work, ‘Eros’.

And ‘Pan’s Face’, which played the most decisive role in catching Lorenzo de’ Medici’s eye.

These were the sculptures Michelangelo made when he first held a sculpting chisel, and they were lost and could never be seen again.

‘Michelangelo, Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni’ had said. Let’s try connecting these two.

“I’m thinking of sculpting Eros who connects the nymph and Pan.”

“Pan? Isn’t that the goat-human?”

“Yeah. Eros connecting the nymph who scorned him with Pan.”

And he planned to combine digital art and augmented reality with it.

“Ugh… Oh?”

Emily, who had been reacting to content that made her face scrunch up just hearing it, opened her eyes wide.

* * *

On a table placed where the marble was clearly visible.

Johann checked the angle of the camera connected to his laptop.

“Live video streaming?”

Twitch.

Originally a gaming-focused live video streaming site, but after Amazon acquired it in 2014, it expanded into areas like music and talk shows.

“This way there won’t be any gossip later.”

The numerous suspicions that arose when he first created Saint Rock or the combination of classical and hip-hop that still doesn’t have a clear genre name.

“Even with recorded broadcasts, people would say it was edited, so I’m showing it through real-time broadcasting. Done.”

He created a broadcast room.

The title was Real-time Sculpture.

The streamer name was just Johann.

“Phew.”

‘Shall I begin?’

First, it was time to bring out the mythological figures inside that marble.

Johann, holding the grinder, pulled up his dust mask and approached the marble.

Whirrrrrrrr!

Crash crash crash crash!

A live sculpting show began with only Emily as the audience.

* * *

Johann debuts as a sculptor?! Shocking revelation!

Johann Jefferson: I created three LA landmarks!

Art world giant Robert Burton: It was to protect a young genius.

Jamie Valin: I did nothing while the three murals were being painted.

Rocky Management staff already knew!

Departing on a long journey from the world watched by gods. Diana Kistgo returns after 2 years!

Kisago: Johann is the greatest genius I’ve ever seen. I learned so much.

Oriental-style walled mansion! Johann and his girlfriend’s love nest!

Some netizens start campaign demanding truth from Johann?

What is Johann doing now?

“It’s still shocking when I think about it again.”

“What is?”

Early morning, Johann glances at the laptop while putting down the grinder.

The viewer count still at 0.

-Hello? Is anyone there?

-What, did they go to sleep?

-Ah, the cricket sounds are nice.

-Is this a cricket sound broadcast?

There were traces of quite a few people coming and going during the night.

When Emily, who was bringing orange juice, looked at the laptop, Johann shook his head.

“I mean Charlie and Anna.”

Charlie from California Journal, who could be said to have deep ties with him. And Anna, the mega blogger who caused the already increasing tourists to explode by posting about the story of the world watched by stars and the revitalized Hispanic neighborhoods on her blog.

Not only did those two get married, but they even had a child. And the biggest reason they started dating was because of him.

“Right. I felt strange when I heard that too.”

Since Emily had also helped when Johann painted the story of the world watched by stars, and since the building where that mural was painted was originally going to be used as their hideout, Emily also had a small stake in their marriage.

“It makes me wonder if this is the power of art… but then looking at this, it doesn’t seem like it.”

Emily looked at the naked nymph.

The body trying to flee, but the face turned in the opposite direction showing a strange expression of being in love.

The quality was unnecessarily good too.

“There’s still a long way to go before finishing.”

He needed to create a smooth texture.

Of course, after sculpting Pan and Eros as well.

“Be quiet.”

But what bothered him most was something else.

“Hey. You sculpted this nymph’s body based on mine, didn’t you?”

“Me, you? Pfft. No way. Your thighs aren’t this thin, are they?”

“…Do you want to die, really!”

“But I love those healthy thighs… Eek!”

“They’re not thick!”

Johann ran away while dodging Emily who came charging with raised fists, and the bodyguards watching from afar clicked their tongues.

“Our clients are causing trouble from dawn.”

-Is this just a day or two?

-Heh. Since we’re talking, let’s check our respective areas. Beta One, all clear.

-Beta Two, quiet.

-Beta Three also cle… Beta Three, situation detected. Suspicious person spotted.

The bodyguards’ expressions hardened.

Beta 3 was the main gate. They urgently looked toward the walls of their respective assigned areas.

-Hello? …Oh?

Inside the laptop left alone, one viewer quietly stared at the half-finished sculpture of Pan.

* * *

“You didn’t forget anything, right?”

“No, Mother.”

Smack!

Just as Johann, who got hit once after all, was grinning sheepishly and about to get in the car.

“Johann.”

“Ah, Team Leader.”

The black Security Team Leader, a former U.S. Army Special Forces Navy SEAL.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think we need to provide close protection.”

At least to the Beverly Hills entrance as usual. Depending on the situation, maybe even to UCLA.

At those words, Johann and Emily thought here it comes.

“Did both reporters and paparazzi come?”

“Neither.”

“…?”

Then who could it be.

Johann closed the car door.

‘If it were dangerous, they wouldn’t have let us leave.’

“Let’s go meet them.”

“…Yes.”

Driving out of the garage and heading to the main gate, there was a crowd gathered outside.

“Asian Students?”

“There are Westerners too, Emily.”

People were peering inside the gate and taking pictures of the wall.

As the car approached the gate, they screamed and pointed cameras this way.

“…Stay in the car.”

“You absolutely can’t fight.”

“Don’t worry.”

Johann, who comforted the worried Emily, got out of the car.

Then…

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

“Waaaaaaah!”

Cheers that seemed to shake the sky.

He didn’t know who they were, but they definitely came to see him.

“Open it.”

“…Understood.”

At the Security Team Leader’s nod, the security guard at the main gate opened it.

Clang!

As the gate opened with a loud sound, the people who were rushing forward suddenly stopped urgently.

Chill!

Suddenly, an eerie feeling as if something was grabbing their necks and hearts.

Facing Johann’s expressionless face, they hesitated and stopped.

Johann opened his mouth toward them.

“Why did you all come to my house?”

Everyone looks around nervously at his furious appearance.

Then someone barely manages to speak up.

“F-fans!”

“We’re fans!”

“We came because we heard there’s a Korean-style wall!”

It’s because of the news that shook LA and America yesterday.

At their explanation that they came here hoping to see Johann because of the clearly revealed mansion location and the curious architectural feature called a Korean-style wall, Johann runs his hand through his hair.

“Kyaaaah!”

People scream.

“Fans… Phew.”

A laugh escapes him.

Johann looks at the Security Team Leader.

“Team Leader, first file a report and sue every single person here.”

On charges of stalking and threats, attempted trespassing, invasion of privacy, noise pollution, and various other offenses.

Thud!

“Wh-what…!”

“W-wait a minute?!”

Johann coldly stares at the people who have turned pale.

“You didn’t even prepare for this much?”

Whether intentional or not, just swarming to his house like this is already a threat.

‘You say you’re my fans?’

No. These people are just demons who came to torment him.

“W-we just…”

“Shh.”

Johann brings his index finger to his lips and points to the CCTV installed on the gate and wall.

“From now on, every additional word you say will add to your charges.”

‘Cr-crazy?’

“N-no!”

“Ahem. We, we saw him, so that’s enough, right?”

“Th-then! Let’s go!”

The people who had been indifferent even when the bodyguards glared at them fiercely scattered in panic, and Johann, who had been watching them coldly, calls his exclusive paparazzi.

“Oh. Johann, we’re…”

“Write this down. Johann Jefferson sues all the ruffians who came to his house.”

“…Oh.”

It was a scoop.

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