Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 227

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 227

Johann, switching to sculpture?

A sculpture live show watched by 4.73 million people!

Who crashed the Twitch servers twice?

Justin Bieber’s surprise streaming live! What’s the reason?

The morning headlines of major media outlets were all about Johann.

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Thick hair sprouts on the goat hooves that stepped on the rugged earth.

Strand by strand, strand by strand, strand by strand.

Above that, the robust body of a man who feels somewhat menacing is revealed, and hair also sprouts from his unusually thick jaw.

From a round lump that looks like a tumor on that jaw, a tiny hand emerges. It grabs the beard tightly and shakes it.

A baby with mischievous, smooth, and cute cheeks waves the other hand holding a bow while shouting to go away.

At that sight, a beautiful woman screams in confusion.

All of it was shining smoothly like wet skin.

-What am I… looking at right now?

-Awe.

-The birth of a masterpiece.

-The return of the Renaissance.

Could there be any other expressions besides these words?

Everyone holds their breath.

With hands clasped together, they wait for completion.

Larry and Ada who came to the house, and Andrew Pearson are the same.

Swoosh!

“…Phew.”

A sigh that echoes through the open space.

At the breath of completion that instantly ventilates the suffocating and oppressive atmosphere, Emily, Larry, Ada, Andrew, and Rick rush over urgently.

Fireworks explode in the chat window inside the laptop.

-o/ o/ o/ o/

-(＾▽＾)

-Good work! Johann!

-To watch this from beginning to end!

-Thank you so much for being born! Johann!

-Hello, Johann. I’m a retired soldier. Thanks to you…

Thousands of congratulatory messages going up every second.

“Is it finished? It’s all done, right?”

Everyone fixes their gaze on the work and asks out of courtesy.

‘I absolutely have to put this in my company lobby!’

Their eyes full of greed.

Johann laughs as if it’s absurd. Pride wells up at the sight of his family showing greed before congratulations.

That’s why he mischievously twists his lips.

“No?”

Flinch!

“What?”

“It’s not finished yet?”

Not only Larry and the others, but the chat window also freezes.

That’s when it happened.

Ring ring! Trill trill!

Larry and the others’ phones ring simultaneously.

“Dad? What’s wrong… Huh?”

“Oh! Mr. Kellner, it’s been a while… What?”

“Yes, Lewis & Boris representative lawyer… Your Highness?”

“Yes, this is Andrew Pearson. …Twitch you say? YouTube too?”

Johann, who was startled by the phones that rang simultaneously as if planned, was puzzled by the sight of his family members staring blankly while frowning with displeasure.

Johann and the others gathered in the main house’s first living room burst into hollow laughter looking at the note placed in the center of the table.

Boeing.

SJ Group.

Abu Dhabi Royal Family.

These are companies and people who have formed connections with Johann so far.

This isn’t all.

Twitch, Amazon, YouTube, Google, LA City Hall, California State Office, LA Archdiocese, LA County Art Museum and countless other places have expressed their intention to purchase.

Lists that make your head spin even when checking again.

“…It seems like we should hold an auction?”

It feels like even setting the auction starting price at one million dollars wouldn’t be enough.

No, it’s not enough. LA County Art Museum alone offered two million dollars.

“We’re about to lose Johann’s first large sculpture and you’re saying that?”

At Ada’s reproach, Larry laughs heartily.

“Give up. You know we can’t win.”

Since places like these have stepped forward, we can’t just swallow it up.

It’s not because we’re scared. It’s because these are people we’ll have to keep seeing as we live on, people we’ll see again someday.

As Larry himself just said, we should hold an auction.

“Tch!”

Larry, who comforts the annoyed Ada, looks at Johann. Then he realizes something.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t ask for your thoughts.”

Johann’s thoughts, which are most important.

The artist’s will.

“What do you want to do? Should we hold an auction at the Malibu hotel?”

Larry speaks, guessing the thought that Johann would naturally have.

At that, Johann tilts his head.

“I have no intention of selling it?”

“…Huh? You, you said you might sell it?”

That’s why so many diverse people expressed their intention to purchase.

“Yeah. Right. I said I might sell it.”

I didn’t say I would definitely sell it.

‘Honestly, even until I completed it, I was wondering whether to sell it or not…’

Seeing the name of one place written on the list changed his mind.

Johann’s sculpture broadcast relay room 3 members.

‘Retired soldiers…’

America’s heroes who gained a moment of peace because of him.

Johann points to that name.

“I’m going to donate it to these people.”

“…”

Larry and the others, who were silent for a moment, burst into laughter.

A decision they had overlooked, one that was so very Johann-like.

‘Right, you were that kind of child.’

Johann, who has been steadily donating to organizations for liver disease patients since playing a liver disease patient long ago.

A child who can never turn away from those in difficulty.

‘When the stories of retired soldiers were delivered, you had already decided to do this.’

Not knowing that and only showing greed, we can’t lift our heads in shame.

Johann is so admirable and wonderful that it makes us happy.

As such a warm atmosphere rises, Andrew Pearson opens his mouth.

“But there’s a problem.”

Who should receive it.

Should they choose one of the veterans to give it to, or donate it to the veterans’ association they belong to.

“Since there are multiple veterans’ association organizations, even with good intentions, donations could lead to gossip.”

“Ah!”

Larry and the others frown at human selfishness, realizing the oversight.

Johann waves his hand as if to say not to worry.

“It’s fine. I’m thinking of donating to a place where there absolutely can’t be any gossip.”

“Where…?”

“Hmm. Is there such a place?”

“There is.”

There are hundreds of such places in America.

“National Cemetery.”

“…Ah!”

The place where heroes who died fighting for America are buried.

The place where those who found peace thanks to Johann will one day rest eternally.

The place that their surviving families and friends will frequently visit.

“I’m thinking of donating to LA National Cemetery.”

Emily and Larry smile and nod their heads.

It was an excellent decision that no one could object to.

* * *

Murmur murmur.

“Cheers!”

“Ah! This is really why I work at the company!”

A pub somewhere in Silicon Valley.

Among the people gathered after work to relieve the day’s stress, Jack sits alone and gulps down his beer.

“Is something wrong? You’re drinking too fast?”

At his boss’s face full of concern, Jack smiles bitterly.

“My sleeping pill… you could say, has disappeared.”

Johann’s sculpture that had been responsible for his good sleep ended a few days ago.

The peaceful time that had been with him since Johann mercilessly chipped away marble with a grinder had come to an end.

“My sleep quality has already improved a lot though…”

The sleep quality that improved like magic after he started watching Johann’s broadcasts.

Even as the grinder changed to a hand drill, and the hand drill changed to sculpting tools, making the tool sounds quieter than insects, he was able to sleep for more than 4 hours.

Even after Johann’s broadcast ended, things didn’t return to how they were before.

However, he wasn’t entirely happy about it.

The regret of no longer being able to see Johann’s sculptures was greater than the joy from improved sleep quality.

The sculptures that gradually revealed their flesh under the tapping chisel and hammer. The regret of never being able to see those wondrous moments again occupied all his emotions.

“If only I could see Johann’s work in person just once…”

Having watched the process of sculptures gradually revealing themselves to the world from beginning to end, having witnessed everything up to the moment someone called it the renaissance reborn, it was natural to have such desire.

However, as soon as Johann completed his work, countless people wanting to purchase his pieces was reported in the news.

IT companies like Twitch and YouTube were fine. They were all within California, so he could visit anytime if he wanted.

The problem was that overseas companies not headquartered in America and places like the Al Nahyan Royal Family also wanted Johann’s sculptures.

“If they’re sold to such places, I’ll never be able to see them. But it’s not like I can throw money around competing with them.”

People in the same situation as him, comrades who had similarly struggled through peaceful times, pooled their money together to express purchase interest, but gave up after the news came out.

No matter how many individuals gathered, they couldn’t compete with world-class major corporations.

“You’ll be able to see it though?”

“…Manager?”

The manager of his department shows him his phone, Johann’s broadcast.

“Jack, this is the broadcast you always watched, right?”

-I applaud your decision.

-Who would have thought such a young person would be so thoughtful…

-Huh? He’s installing something again? Leaves?

Inside some building, something is being attached around the relocated sculpture.

“It’s LA National Cemetery.”

More precisely, the chapel within LA National Cemetery.

“…!”

Jack stared intently at the screen.

* * *

“Careful! Careful!”

As Johann points to where the sculpture should be placed while numerous experts and machines work to move it inside, a Black officer in his 50s wearing military uniform approaches.

He firmly grasps Johann’s hand.

“You’ve made a truly excellent decision.”

Honestly, when Johann first said he wanted to donate the sculpture, he had to express reluctance. It was a sculpture with no connection to the military whatsoever.

But after hearing the story behind the donation decision, he had no choice but to allow it.

How could he refuse when it was a sculpture that helped veterans forget, even briefly, the mental illness and insomnia that the Department of Veterans Affairs struggles with – one of their major concerns.

How could he turn away from such a kind heart.

“Not at all. I’m the one who’s grateful that you readily gave permission.”

No matter how good the intention, it was a donation with high probability of rejection due to lack of military connection.

So he had even considered buying a house directly across from the National Cemetery to personally exhibit it there, but thankfully they even provided space in the chapel to display the sculpture.

The small chapel was nearly half filled once the sculpture was brought in.

It must have been a really big decision for the Department of Veterans Affairs.

“Hahaha. Not at all. How could we kick away such a precious opportunity to increase visitors.”

He winks as if it’s a joke to not feel burdened, but it’s somewhat sincere.

LA National Cemetery was established for veterans who participated in the Civil War, and has since become the resting place for many veterans from World Wars I and II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War.

The more visitors increase, the more opportunities there are to honor veterans who sacrificed for the nation and world, and to cultivate respect – this was also one of the reasons for accepting Johann’s donation.

At the officer’s words, Johann feels relieved.

“Still, I wonder if it’s okay to install this in a chapel…”

It’s a sculpture dealing with Greek and Roman mythology. He hesitated whether it was appropriate to place it in a place where other religions’ gods are worshipped.

“Wouldn’t God also be happy to have something interesting to look at?”

“Haha!”

Johann, completely relieved of his worries, gestures to the workers.

“Turn it slightly to the left… just a little more… Yes, good. Please lower it just like that.”

Rumble!

Despite being lowered very carefully, the chapel shakes due to the heavy weight.

The officer bursts out laughing at the composition of the work.

The composition looks as if the nymph is running toward the front of the chapel where the American symbol and various national flags hang, while Pan and Eros leisurely chase her.

Quite amusing.

Meanwhile, Johann shakes hands with the workers.

“Thank you for your hard work. The payment will be deposited by today.”

“Haha! Not at all! Please call us anytime! But what about these stone fragments…”

“Please pile those outside.”

“Ah… Yes!”

The marble fragments that fell off while extracting the nymph, Pan, and Eros.

The contractor who had been slightly greedy since it was very expensive marble smacks his lips as he sets down the marble pieces, and Johann looks around the chapel.

‘The windows are made of mosaic.’

Stained glass made of colorful glass.

‘I can use that!’

Inspiration floods his mind.

He instantly calculates an estimate and approaches the marble fragments.

Rick, Emily, and the Officer approach with curiosity as Rick turns on the broadcast with his mobile phone.

“What are you planning to carve with that?”

“Trees. And leaves, grass, stones, clouds?”

Another device to make the statues more dynamic.

He was planning to put LED lighting and beam projectors inside, but now he’s thinking of using stained glass as well.

‘I’ll need mirrors.’

“Ohh…”

Words that aren’t easily understood.

They blinked their eyes.

And…

-…Wow.

-Huh?

In the dark dawn, green leaves attach to the lit chapel window. They stick and stick, becoming tree branches extending from within the walls.

Pure white cloud sculptures are created on the ceiling.

Below the statues, grass piles up on the roughly carved ground-like surface.

Electric wires are hidden within vines extending along the walls.

Life is breathed in as the carving knife and brush tip move.

Those watching didn’t know.

That even though Johann appeared to move his hands without hesitation, his mind and eyes were moving fiercely, making calculations.

That he was positioning the sculptures while calculating even the scattering of light coming through the stained glass he had seen during the day.

Thus at 4 AM, 5 AM.

The finishing work that began 6 days ago in the morning comes to an end.

Thud!

The gaze of viewers still awake follows Johann as he puts down his carving knife, stands up, and heads somewhere.

Soon Johann, who disappeared outside the camera frame, wakes Emily who was sleeping on a chapel chair.

“Emily.”

“Mmm…”

“It’s finished.”

Emily’s eyes snap open and she looks at the artwork with eyes slightly moistened by sleepiness.

“…Wow?”

Admiration and question.

“Ah, you were going to turn on the lighting when I woke up?”

“That’s part of it… Ah, it’s starting.”

“Huh? What’s…?!”

Knock knock!

“Are you awake? I brought some beverages.”

Johann smiles brightly as the Officer who welcomed him on the first day appears with drinks.

“Perfect timing. Come this way.”

“What… Huh?”

The Officer’s eyes widen as he sees the sculpture Johann is pointing to.

Multicolored light slowly extends from between the leaves that half-cover the stained glass windows.

Slowly. Then quickly.

As the outside brightens, the intensity of light grows stronger and extends further. It reaches the clouds in the sky and scatters downward.

Thrills run up their spines, and the chat room goes wild.

As the scattered light is about to touch Eros’s head, Johann speaks.

“Emily. Would dawn be better, or afternoon?”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“The time setting for this artwork.”

“…Being, being chased from dawn would be a bit much, wouldn’t it?”

“Good. Then let’s call it an afternoon chase.”

“What…?”

“The artwork’s title, I mean the title.”

Johann grins and flips the switch connected to the artwork.

Click!

Then…

“Good Lord.”

“Dear God.”

-WTF?

-Holly…

Blue sky spreads out from the clouds.

Verdant grasslands extend from the bushes rising between the floor and walls.

Light extends and retracts from beneath the statues’ feet.

Light also extends and retracts from beside them.

From left to right.

As if shadows are moving.

This breathes life into the Nymph, Pan, and Eros.

“Insane!”

‘They really look like they’re moving-!’

They even feel the illusion of hearing footsteps.

On this day, everyone was able to witness the miracle of mythology coming to life.

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