Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 228

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 228

“My God….”

“Oh Lord.”

Nature unfolded within the building, a fragment of mythology.

Gods moving vividly to life.

The reporters holding cameras all think the same thing simultaneously.

‘Who could possibly see this and not feel awe.’

As someone said, a masterpiece had been born.

The glorious artistic era of the past, the Renaissance had returned.

It had merged with modern art.

Click! Click!

They stared blankly at Johann photographing his own work with a camera.

That was only momentary. Soon a storm poured from the reporters’ mouths.

“I hope my work will be of help to the heroes who sacrificed for our country.”

Clap clap clap clap clap clap!

Whoosh! Whip!

The reporters forget their duties and applaud while lowering their cameras.

Who could not send praise upon hearing that he decided to donate his work after hearing stories of soldiers suffering from insomnia due to PTSD.

Someone’s eyes well up with tears, someone clenches their fists and suppresses the rising emotion.

“So what are you planning to do now?”

At one reporter’s shout, everyone’s eyes flash as they focus on Johann’s mouth.

Johann, who had already proven his genius as a singer, composer, and performer.

It had already been 5 months since his pop and classical album activities ended. Though he continued uploading music to SoundCloud, it was time to start album production.

And what about acting.

Johann, who hadn’t done any particular acting activities since the movie ‘Fire Always Targets Us’.

Plus murals, and sculpture.

‘If he does sculpture, corporate and government commissions will pour in!’

‘Afternoon Chase’ was already coveted by countless people, but it had become something far more evolved than when they coveted it.

Probably everyone with money in America would come rushing with bags of cash.

They fidgeted and glared with wide eyes, and Johann chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Welcome festival.”

“…Excuse me?”

“The welcome festival starts today.”

The new student welcome festival.

That’s right. Johann was a freshman who had just entered university.

‘An 18-year-old created this…?’

Newly realizing Johann’s age, they shuddered again while looking at the work.

* * *

“Waaah!”

The UCLA campus, about 419 acres in size, is noisy from broad daylight.

It’s a festival that happens only a few times a year.

The moment when freshmen truly realize they’ve become university students again.

“Hot dogs available!”

“Eat mac and cheese and help poor children!”

Students from clubs and departments raising their voices while setting up food stalls for donations and budget funding.

“A chance to get dolls almost for free!”

“Test your luck! Two dollars per game!”

“Money for money! A chance to make money!”

Game facilities like darts or ball throwing that are somewhat lower quality compared to professional companies, and gambling games.

“Kyaa!”

“Aah!”

On one side, people run around a small pool shooting water guns at each other.

Johann and Emily also walk among them holding large cone ice creams.

“As expected of university.”

Since there are many people working part-time, they can make 1-foot cone ice cream that you’d have to go to fast food places to buy.

The price was a bit expensive, but what does it matter during a festival.

“Johann! I saw your sculpture work. You’re really… the best!”

“It was an honor to witness the birth of a masterpiece from the beginning!”

“Haha. Thanks. It was an honor for me too.”

Johann exchanged greetings with strangers who approached with extremely excited faces.

The surrounding students’ eyes shine as they watch Johann.

“At this level, isn’t he almost an avatar sent down by the god of art?”

Johann, who revealed amazing genius in various art fields like sculpture, music, photography, murals, and acting.

“No. He’s God.”

A knight of the Order of Saint Sylvester, a saint of Tanzania.

Johann was already someone connected to God.

“Bullshit! Jesus is the only son of God!”

“Who said son… no, never mind. I’m sorry.”

“Hmph!”

“But those two still get along well. Didn’t they say they liked each other since they were 11? Don’t you feel jealous or anything?”

“They started dating after entering high school. But you saw it. When Johann was sculpting in the chapel all night, Emily also slept together inside there.”

She took care of him by lying on the narrow chapel chairs and taking naps so Johann could focus on sculpting. For a whole 6 days.

“How could you be jealous of such a woman?”

‘Pfft.’

Emily looks at Johann.

“That’s what they say? What do you think?”

“I always think I’m grateful.”

It’s sincere. He would never look at another woman while having this woman.

“Anyway….”

He talks well. Someone whose expression is always calm.

“Just words?”

“…Shut up!”

Emily’s face turns red as she quickly changes the subject.

“What kind of booths did your majors decide to run?”

“Sculpture decided to sell sculptures or keyrings of characters or animals, and photography decided to take photos for 10 dollars per shot.”

“That’s a bit expensive?”

“They take dozens of shots and you choose one you like.”

Compared to being forced to buy photos at tourist spots, it’s quite reasonable.

“Ah? What about installation art?”

Installation art, the last of the three majors Johann chose in the first semester.

“Collaborating with photography.”

They set up installations and stages with various themes throughout UCLA, and photography major students take pictures there with digital cameras.

“Other departments… I’m not sure.”

Painting or drawing would probably draw caricatures.

“What about your economics department?”

“Food and mock investment?”

Mock investment linked to the S&P 500, choosing the stock with the most profit in 10 minutes.

The participation fee is 5 dollars, and those who get it right receive 5 times the prize money.

“And while waiting, they sell simple food so participants and spectators don’t get bored.”

“As expected of the economics department….”

There are no gaps.

Of course it’s quite gambling-like, but it’s a festival, so what does that matter.

“Oh! They take photos over there.”

A large heart sculpture made of sunflowers.

Johann chuckled at his girlfriend’s sparkling eyes.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

“Yay!”

The moment she walks briskly toward it.

“Hmm?”

Stop!

“Well, I came out to check if the students are doing well and ended up meeting the famous new student.”

Professor Arthur Pickford from the photography major approaches Johann with a sly smile.

“You’re not just putting the department booth aside and only enjoying the festival with your girlfriend, are you?”

“Please look at this.”

Johann quickly holds out his phone, showing photos of today’s work.

Professor Arthur swallows hard at this.

“…Continue enjoying the festival.”

The moment he saw the photo capturing the most beautiful moment of the artwork changing with the light, he forgot the professor-student relationship and felt awe.

A photo at a level that made him question whether he himself could capture this scene.

“Could you send this to me? I’ll use it as material for my next lecture.”

“…It’s an honor.”

“Honor, what honor.”

Professor Arthur waves his hand and snaps his fingers after being lost in thought for a moment.

“Next week’s group project topic should be this.”

University life that would begin in earnest after the welcome festival ended.

It was the start of group projects and practical work.

“I hear tens of thousands of people have gathered at LA National Cemetery right now, so having some promotional material would be good.”

If there were promotional materials introducing the artwork description and behind-the-scenes of the production process, the audience could enjoy the work even more.

He was having the students create promotional materials under the name of an assignment.

“Oh…? Th, thank you.”

“For what.”

‘Just don’t forget photography, just photography.’

If he keeps taking photos at this level and attends lectures well, Johann would become the top student in the department.

“Make sure to take as many as possible. You should hold a solo exhibition before becoming a sophomore, right?”

“Yes!”

At the resounding answer, Professor Arthur patted Johann’s shoulder and turned around with a pleased smile, while Johann let out a deep sigh.

“But tens of thousands of people gathered…”

It feels somewhat surreal. It’s a different feeling from millions gathering for live streaming.

“Should we go see?”

“…No.”

If he showed up there now, it would cause chaos.

“Let’s hide in an alley and watch from there later, but for now let’s take photos.”

UCLA’s grounds facing LA National Cemetery grounds with just one street between them. He could peek from between the buildings.

“Okay!”

“Oh, who is this? Isn’t it America’s hottest junior today?”

“If you take good photos, 20 dollars per shot!”

“…I’ll pour my soul into it. Stand in front of the sculpture!”

Johann suddenly hugged and lifted up Emily who had worked hard during this time.

“Kyaa?!”

Click!

A beautiful moment was captured in the viewfinder.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes!”

Honestly, he takes worse photos than Johann, worse than the photographers who worked before.

But she really likes that the moment they shared together is captured in one photo.

“Let’s frame this and hang it on our room wall.”

“That’s a good idea?”

Moments that can’t be revisited once they pass.

Capturing them one by one to fill the house.

“Johann!”

“…Mason!”

Mason and Joy approach waving their hands.

Soon Flash and Lucy, and other friends gather.

“Hey, you caused another incident this time?”

“I awakened a talent I didn’t know I had.”

“Annoying bastard.”

Johann grins and looks around at his friends.

Friends who feel like he’s meeting after a very long time even though it’s only been a month since they last met. Just looking at them makes him smile.

It’s the same for his friends too.

Flash puts his arm on Johann’s shoulder.

“Guide Johann. Show us around UCLA!”

“Heh. Alright, let’s go. Oh, want to take photos first?”

“Photos?”

Johann pointed to the sculpture made of woven sunflowers, and the girlfriends’ eyes sparkled.

* * *

“Huff! Huff!”

Tense breathing pours out from inside the helmet.

The limited field of vision stares beyond the helmet’s guard.

The mixed-race Asian bouncing in place, rising slowly and sinking slowly as if less affected by gravity, with insane elasticity.

“What are you doing, Jacks!”

“You’re dead if you can’t stop him this time too!”

‘Everyone shut up!’

He grits his teeth at his teammates and seniors’ shouts.

Out of three total chances, he’s already been broken through twice.

The first time could be excused as carelessness, the second as poor condition, but if he gets broken through now on the last chance, it’s really over.

A match between a civilian and a university player. If he loses, it won’t end at just embarrassment. The coach’s glinting eyes beside him are saying exactly that.

Standing on the edge of a cliff, he grits his teeth.

‘I’ll stop him. I’ll definitely stop…’

“How do you stop that! How is that guy a civilian!”

Beep!

“Damn it!”

Gritting his teeth, he lowers his stance and releases the tension in his heels. He pulls the string of tension so he can react in any direction at any time.

‘He’s coming!’

The man jumps high then kicks off the ground and charges forward.

Fast. He’s gotten faster than just before.

‘8 yards, 6 yards, 4 yards!’

“Gasp!”

He jumps out first.

It’s breaking the rules but he has no choice. He had to survive the coach first.

The man’s eyes widen at this, and the player grins brightly thinking he got him and extends his arm.

That was the moment.

‘Caught…?’

Whoosh!

He disappears, passing right through the outstretched hand.

Like a phantom, like a ghost.

There’s no feeling in the hand at all.

And…

“Excuse me.”

‘Damn it!’

He missed.

“Waaaaah!”

“Uwaaaah!”

The lineman from UCLA’s football team, the UCLA Bruins Football, roughly throws down his helmet while watching Johann jumping around with his friends.

“This doesn’t count, it doesn’t count! How is that guy a regular person?!”

What Johann had just performed was a technique called a juke move – predicting the opponent’s movement, repeating lateral steps while giving fakes, then breaking through the defense in one swift motion.

* * *

“Are you really not interested in playing football? If it were you…!”

Even though he wasn’t wearing heavy protective gear, he had broken through a lineman that the coach had personally scouted from school far too easily.

Amazing speed and technique, and even the courage to move forward without fear despite the defender’s charge.

He was born with all the basic qualities of a running back.

Johann was someone who absolutely had to play football – no, someone who was born to play football.

“Being a player is a bit…”

He was interested in joining as a hobby, meaning a club, but didn’t want to belong to a university varsity team.

“Ugh. Ughhh! Damn it.”

‘If only he wasn’t a star who makes the world buzz, I would have used any means necessary to get him on the team!’

“Tsk. Here you go.”

“Haha. Thank you.”

Johann grins widely at the $10 placed on his hand and approaches his friends, waving the bill.

“I won, losers.”

He doesn’t understand why they can’t do this when putting down $5 gets you $10.

“You’re the weird one, you!”

“Isn’t that guy ranked 3rd among high school linemen last year?! Not just in California, but in all of America?!”

“Hey! Let’s do a batting game next! Batting game!”

“No betting… He’s good at hitting too.”

“…Mother! Why did you give birth to me!”

The girlfriends shook their heads at the scene they witnessed every time and walked ahead, pretending not to know.

“UCLA is definitely big.”

“Isn’t Stanford much bigger?”

Lucy, who chose Stanford’s business school over UCLA.

“It is. …Really, incredibly huge.”

That’s why there’s a joke about calling the police if you get lost, and apparently hundreds of missing person reports are filed with the administration office each year.

“That’s why there are information desks all over campus.”

“Wow…”

“How about USC?”

“Us? Having downtown nearby is our biggest pride!”

“Mm… Hang in there.”

The sky had grown much darker, and as they walked while chatting, the number of people walking ahead increased.

Thousands of people all heading to one place as if they had planned it.

Where they arrived was Drake Stadium, with stands that could accommodate over 10,000 spectators – a stadium normally used by the track team and women’s soccer team.

Drake Stadium with a huge stage set up on the field.

Murmur murmur

“What singer will come this time? Does anyone know the lineup?”

“Drinks for sale! Snacks too!”

“Over here! 16 people!”

When they sat down and raised their hands, a man with a large container quickly approached and sold yellow drinks.

“…?!”

Everyone who took a sip because they were thirsty looked around in surprise.

“Hehe. You’re adults.”

It’s a festival where everyone enjoys themselves, just turning a blind eye.

“Wow.”

“Ah! Could I get an autograph, Johann?”

“Of course. What’s your name?”

“Daisy! Write ‘To dear Daisy’!”

Scribble scribble.

When he gave the autograph, the man made a moved expression.

“Thank you! I’ll be around here, so call me anytime!”

As Beerman left, everyone smiled and toasted.

“Keu!”

“Ka!”

Nuts and snacks to wash away the bitter taste.

Flash looked at Johann.

“But aren’t you going to sing?”

This was now his alma mater UCLA, and it was the first welcome festival. If it were Johann who valued experiences, he should have been behind that stage where the MC was coming up by now.

“The performance fee didn’t match.”

“Even UCLA can’t meet your performance fee…”

“And there’s also this…”

Johann looked at Emily.

“Emily went through a lot of trouble because of me.”

“Johann…”

“Aw.”

“Tsk. Wasted my eyesight. Ah, looks like it’s starting.”

-Ah, ah. Sssup! Hello there-! UCLA-!

Pop pop pop pop pop pop bang!

With the MC’s shout, fireworks shot up into the sky, bursting like flowers, like stars.

“Waaaaaaaah!”

Everyone raised both arms and opened their mouths wide, shouting with excitement.

Johann was no different.

And so the full-scale welcome festival began.

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