Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 237

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 237

She was incredibly beautiful and mysterious.

But she wasn’t in her right mind.

We followed her toward the sacred land.

Chirp chirp! Whoooosh!

A forest where unknown birds cry.

A small rodent climbs onto a snow-covered rock and rolls its eyes.

Is there something.

Or nothing.

The rodent that was sniffing the air looking for predators suddenly gets startled by something and throws itself into the bushes.

And next to the rock where that rodent was, a large foot steps down.

Crunch!

“Haa.”

“Huu.”

White breath that clouds the cold air before dispersing.

Looking around in all directions, using trekking poles to test where to step next.

Johann, leading them, folds up the map and looks back.

Larry and Emily with faces so red they’re turning black, gasping for breath.

Rick, the security team leader, and bodyguards breathing out hot air from behind their turtleneck masks pulled up to their noses.

“Just a little more and we’ll reach the first destination, so let’s keep going!”

“Ah, I think you said that earlier too?”

“This time it’s real, Larry.”

Looking at the distance, it seems like about 2 more minutes of walking should do it.

“Look.”

When Johann points to the side, everyone’s gaze turns.

“It’s a stream.”

When their breath had risen to their throats, a stream appeared like a mirage.

“That’s… a stream?”

To anyone looking, it’s just snow-covered ground.

Johann chuckles and sweeps the spot he pointed to with his foot.

Then a rather strangely shaped terrain is revealed.

A concave depression about 2 feet wide with pointed stones, rotten leaves, and branches.

“It, it’s real?!”

“It’s been 150 years, so there’s a high chance the water source dried up.”

“Wow…”

Everyone looks at the dried-up stream with wonder.

It’s already been 2 hours of hiking. After climbing for 2 hours up a mountain with no proper trails, not even well-maintained trekking courses, they’re so tired and bored that they react strongly to small things.

“So since the stream is here…”

“Yeah. Over there.”

The first destination.

Johann pointed to a cliff located nearby.

* * *

That cliff was like a giant honeycomb.

“Kyaa! It really looks like a honeycomb!”

A mysterious cliff formation with hexagonal stone columns clustered together, as if growing from top to bottom.

‘Columnar joints.’

Columnar joints are cracks formed when hot lava or freshly deposited hot volcanic ash cools rapidly.

‘In other words, this mountain was once a volcano.’

“Heok! Huk!”

“Huuuu!”

While Johann looks around, Larry and the others plop down anywhere and make groaning sounds.

Larry gasps for breath and looks around with bloodshot eyes.

“Th, this place is Mount Rainier, the mountain where snow doesn’t melt 365 days a year…”

4,394 meters above sea level. Designated as a national park in 1899, it’s the highest mountain in Washington State and is called the roof of Seattle, with its peak covered in perpetual snow that doesn’t melt year-round.

It’s located slightly southeast of Tacoma.

“To think this place was a sacred mountain…”

A sacred mountain for the Indians who lived on this land in the past.

‘That does seem likely.’

Seattle and Tacoma. Just the names of these two cities are Indian names.

A mountain covered in perpetual snow located near those two cities.

It’s highly likely that Indians would have regarded it as a sacred mountain, a spiritual mountain.

“Johann! Take a picture of me!”

“Sure thing?”

Larry and the others laugh, saying youth is wonderful, watching Emily run to the columnar joints as if she hadn’t been dying just moments before, and Johann lifting the camera hanging around his neck.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Oh, that sounds good.”

When coffee from a thermos is shared, everyone exclaims in admiration and finally looks around. They try to calm their hearts that have started racing again.

“This… even though it’s not the first time, I’m getting excited. Isn’t that right, Rick?”

At those words, Rick nods his head heavily as if he completely agrees.

An adventure that would naturally excite anyone, even if it’s not their first time.

They’re on their way to make a great discovery that might require rewriting the history books of America, or even the American continent. It would be stranger if they weren’t excited.

“Not the first time?”

The security team leader and bodyguards, who flew in last night at Johann’s request and heard an unbelievable story, light up with interest.

“…I mean the discovery of the La Purisima Mission relics.”

“Ah, you’re talking about that!”

The discovery of the La Purisima Mission relics in Lompoc was famous enough that even they knew about it, despite only spending their free time exercising, drinking beer, and watching sports on TV.

The incident became even more famous because Johann, who was a minor at the time, managed to restore the hymns that were discovered.

“Wait? Then Mr. Johann is…”

“Yes. This is the third time. Emily too. You know about the Norton I gold coin discovery incident, right?”

“So that’s why they look so relaxed…”

Unlike themselves, who can’t properly rest because their hearts are pounding even during what should be rest time, Johann and Emily look as relaxed as if they came out for a stroll.

“Certainly, if it’s the third time, they might show that kind of attitude… but I feel like some divine will that I don’t understand is with Mr. Johann.”

He’s already experiencing for the third time what an ordinary person couldn’t experience even once in a lifetime.

Norton I’s gold coins while playing with friends, La Purisima Mission while filming, and finally this time from one of the collectibles his great-grandfather gathered.

All great discoveries that started by chance.

It really seems like God is telling Johann to find these things, and Johann seems to be able to be so relaxed because he understands that will.

“That might be…”

Larry and Rick look at each other and nod.

The security team leader doesn’t know about Inoue’s treasure and James Han’s legacy.

It’s as if some destiny is urging Johann to find things that would be buried and lost in the flow of time. Otherwise, there’s no way to explain Johann’s luck in getting involved with such things.

“What are you talking about?”

“We were talking about your good fortune. Did you finish taking pictures?”

“Yeah. But looking at them, I kind of wish Emily was wearing Indian clothing…”

The fragments left by artists he had absorbed through reading express regret.

Johann takes out a notebook from his chest and opens to a page with someone drawn on it.

Bizarre and disheveled short hair cut haphazardly, covered in grime, yet with an incredibly beautiful and mysterious appearance.

“Don’t tell me that’s the crazy woman John Meyer and the others met?”

“Yeah. Starburst.”

The woman Starburst, holding a wooden doll in her arms like a newborn baby and looking at it lovingly.

At those words, Larry and the others realize why Johann feels regretful and burst into laughter.

A guide and explorers following behind. Since we’re following their journey, it would be quite interesting to take photos with that concept.

“Oh, that sounds fun! Let’s do it!”

“Should we?”

Johann slowly closes and opens his eyes, then holds up the camera as everyone strikes poses and smiles.

Click!

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing.”

Johann, who had been checking the photo that was taken, chuckles and presses the shutter again.

Click! Click!

After the photo session ends, Johann takes out John Meyer’s diary and map again to determine the direction they need to go.

Everyone sticks out their tongues in amazement.

“You really are good at interpretation.”

Honestly, John Meyer’s diary was written in such terrible handwriting that they initially thought it was code.

Getting this far, finding out that the woman who guided John Meyer here was named Starburst, and learning about her appearance – none of this would have been possible without Johann’s interpretation.

“No matter how bad the handwriting, there are always patterns.”

Though he had accessed John Meyer himself, Johann plays innocent while looking back and forth between the drawing and Emily.

“Hmm.”

‘Well, it’s Johann after all.’

Johann, who makes you accept whatever he does as natural.

Larry and the others nod and look at the completed drawing with pitying expressions.

“If only she hadn’t gone mad, she would have been amazing…”

The 1800s were an era of savagery incomparable to now. Moreover, the woman named Starburst was a Native American, an Indian.

She might have been the first to be trampled and violated.

“Maybe John Meyer and his group… hmm.”

“I don’t think that’s the case.”

When people glance at Emily and lower their voices, the Security Team Leader and Rick shake their heads.

“What do you mean?”

“This woman probably didn’t suffer anything bad from John Meyer’s group.”

John Meyer and his group were explorers. In military terms, they were a kind of reconnaissance soldiers.

“Such people never touch the locals of the places they scout.”

Because they don’t know what might happen if they unnecessarily create friction with locals and cause trouble.

Therefore, they avoid contact with locals as much as possible, and if contact becomes necessary, they approach in a friendly manner and actively appeal that they are not dangerous people.

“This is common survival sense, regardless of the era.”

And if Starburst had suffered something unpleasant from John Meyer, it wouldn’t make sense for her to guide them to a place truly important to the Indians.

“Ah, then could it have been other Indians from the same tribe?”

“That’s not it either.”

Everyone’s gaze turns to Johann.

“Because this woman’s name is Starburst.”

“…?”

Johann lets out a heavy sigh and puts down his notebook.

“To Indians, no, to people of old times, stars weren’t simply twinkling things in the night sky.”

At the smallest scale, they were compasses and maps for finding direction, and at the largest scale, they were sacred places where one could know the past, present, and future.

“A feeble struggle that God permitted to humans.”

“Astrology?”

“That’s right.”

Johann nods at Emily’s words and continues.

“The exact meaning of Starburst is the wind of fate and guidance that blows between the stars in the night sky, or the being who sees that wind.”

“A shaman…?”

“Right. It’s a name given only to them, only to those among such shamans who are born with special talent. Starburst isn’t something you can see just by learning it.”

Starburst is such an important being and phenomenon that there’s an Indian greeting wishing for starburst to blow from behind one’s back.

“Would they touch such a being just because she’s beautiful?”

That’s ridiculous.

“Unless they wanted to receive divine punishment and die, there’s no way they would.”

“Then in the end…”

Everyone looks at the wooden doll that Starburst is holding.

“Yeah. She probably lost her mind from the shock of her child dying after a difficult birth.”

No, that’s what happened.

A child that couldn’t be saved by any knowledge passed down from previous generations, nor by the starburst flowing proudly across the sky.

She had to watch her child die, coughing up blood as if cursed by spirits, and eventually lost her mind, losing even the name Starburst and having to wander Washington with a wooden doll in her arms.

‘They cast her out because they didn’t know what the mad Starburst might do.’

Not knowing that there was knowledge passed down by word of mouth.

Thus, the last Starburst of the Washington Indians was completely forgotten, along with the knowledge passed only from Starburst to Starburst.

‘And part of that was passed on to John Meyer…’

But there was no need to say this much.

“…Phew.”

“Tsk.”

Their expressions darken, but they force themselves to smile.

“So where do we go now?”

They had rested appropriately and caught their breath, so they needed to move before their sweat cooled.

“Over there.”

Johann takes out the map again and points to the top of the columnar basalt cliff, and Larry and the others’ faces darken.

* * *

“Gasp! Huff!”

“Gack! Gack!”

Air fails to reach the lungs and gets spat back out at the throat.

Their vision has been blurry for a long time, and their hearts and legs, which had been excited about the great discovery to come, cry out to rest quickly or they’ll burst.

‘What am I doing right now?’

‘Where is this? Can’t we go down?’

Negative thoughts seep in and shake their minds.

Their bloodshot eyes can’t survey the surroundings and only glare resentfully at the people walking ahead.

Not knowing they’re leaving the first footprints in the pure white snowfield, not noticing the trees beside them dropping snow flowers with a soft rustle, they only harbor resentment and anger.

“Rest!”

“Haaah!”

“Don’t sit! If you sit, you won’t be able to get up!”

Startled!

People who were about to plop down quickly just bend at the waist and gasp for breath.

Johann approaches Larry, Emily, and Rick, who are breathing out like vomiting and inhaling as if encountering air for the first time in their lives.

He offers chocolate bars from his backpack and a thermos containing lukewarm water.

“Everyone’s doing well.”

Just a little bit more to go now.

“We’re really almost there.”

“Really, truly?”

Instead of answering, Johann holds out the map.

“Our current position is here, and our destination is here.”

The eyes of the people who had formed a circle widen.

The destination was really right in front of them.

Perhaps because of this, everyone drives away the negative thoughts that had been filling their minds with pain and hardship, and deliberately puts strength into their bodies.

Then a question suddenly arises.

“Hmm. How far up have we climbed?”

The mountain hike that began at dawn when the early morning sun started to rise.

By now the sun was preparing to set, but they hadn’t climbed very far. The peak was still invisible, no, it still felt impossibly distant.

“I don’t think we’ve even climbed 5,000 feet yet…”

About 1,500 meters – they hadn’t even climbed a third of the way.

But their destination was already right in front of them.

“Aren’t places like that usually at the summit?”

“The summit is where spirits and souls become stars.”

“…?”

Mount Rainier.

“The old Indians, Starburst says, called it a passage to the Great Spirit.”

“Great… Spirit?”

“The afterlife, or perhaps spiritual world, that the tribes living in this land, Washington and the Western States, believed in?”

“Oh…”

Everyone’s eyes lit up at the mention of the occult.

Johann looked up at the sky.

“They believed that among the souls that ascended from this mountain, the good souls would cross the star-wind blown sky to reach the Great Spirit, heaven, while special souls – spirits – would become stars and watch over them. So they hoped the winds these spirits breathed would push at their backs, bringing good fortune and luck.”

That’s why the starbursts couldn’t interfere with them.

“At first, it was just a shelter to rest during difficult mountain climbs.”

In ancient times when there wasn’t even the position of Starburst.

Someone built a shelter for souls here, and facing the mountain peak, prayed not to give up even when falling, to head toward the Great Spirit.

“Then one day, they began to hear heavenly revelations, the voices of stars, conversations of spirits who had become stars.”

“Star… wind.”

“Yes. That’s how the word Starburst began.”

Johann took a step forward.

The group followed as if entranced.

The moment they took a step, their breathing became rough again, but their ears and eyes focused only on Johann’s mouth.

“It might have been a hallucination from the extreme cold. Perhaps it was a hallucination created by desperate hope.”

A child who went hunting one day and suddenly disappeared.

No body or traces could be found, but as a parent, they instinctively knew. That their child was dead.

So they immediately ran to this mountain and built a shelter.

To bid farewell to their child who would someday head to the Great Spirit.

Desperately hoping that their child might rest here and let them hear their voice.

After hoping and hoping like that, one day, after surviving a near-death experience from high fever, she heard the voices of stars and became Starburst.

“Right here.”

“…Huh?”

When Johann spread both arms and pointed, everyone’s eyes shook.

Finally, their destination. The place where they would make a great discovery.

“But such a place should have…”

There were no traces of human habitation.

All that existed were dozens of snow-covered rocks scattered or jutting up from the earth. Only snow-laden trees rising up, embracing such land.

“Johann, is this really the right place? Isn’t it somewhere else?”

“This is right. Look carefully.”

At the arrangement of the rocks.

“…Oh?”

People’s eyes widened.

Listening to Johann’s words, the rocks seemed to be arranged in a circle.

“Oh, that looks like rocks are placed between rocks? Just like Britain’s Stonehen… ge?”

People’s expressions hardened.

Johann turned his back to them and approached the interior of the elongated rocks that rose nearby, no, were erected in a circle, brushing away the covering snow.

“Huh? …Huh huh huh?”

There were holes in the rocks.

Definitely artificial traces.

Johann moved his finger along the faint cracks, no, lines drawn between the holes, and looked at his companions.

“What does this look like to you?”

“Con, constellations?”

Looking at the lines connecting hole to hole, that’s exactly what came to mind.

“Are those really constellations?!”

“I told you. This is where the John Meyers arrived.”

It started as a shelter but ultimately became a place where stellar knowledge was recorded.

An altar where they watched Starburst and offered requests and tributes to spirits who had become stars.

A sacred place that the Western Indians should never have forgotten, but was lost when the last Starburst went mad without passing on the knowledge.

“…My God!”

People who looked around at the rocks again in shock opened their mouths wide.

“It really is circles!”

Four circles in total. Large circles with other circles inside them.

They hurriedly approached nearby rocks and cleared away the snow.

“Th, there are constellations here too!”

“This… looks like writing?”

Johann watched them jumping excitedly and picked up his satellite phone.

“Yes, Lynch. Do you happen to know that there are ruins like Göbekli Tepe in America too?”

Göbekli Tepe, the 12,000-year-old ruins discovered long ago in Turkey that turned historians worldwide upside down.

“I’ve just discovered one right now.”

-…?!

CIA Agent Lynch bolted upright on the other end of the line.

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