Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 238

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 238

“James Han….”

A figure who had tremendous influence on Tacoma and the surrounding areas.

Lynch clicks his tongue while looking at James Han’s records spread out on the desk.

‘Especially his connections….’

His eyes scan through the list of politicians who owed favors to James Han, or those who were second or third generation politicians.

“If these people find out that Big Star is James Han’s great-grandson… Whew.”

It wouldn’t just be worth watching – it might cause seismic shifts in the political world.

Lynch, who was deepening his worries over this, looks toward the door being knocked on.

Knock knock knock!

Swallow enters through the door.

“Garcia Martinez has currently crossed the Guatemala border.”

The loan shark Garcia, a figure who could pose a threat to Johann.

After making contact with Johann and having some conversation, he suddenly crossed the Mexico border, and today he crossed the Guatemala border. It was definitely the movement of someone fleeing in fear.

‘Our Big Star must have threatened him.’

He must have picked a fight without knowing his place and gotten thoroughly beaten.

“Keep monitoring him. …If any trouble arises, help with the cleanup.”

Garcia had packed four large bags when leaving Tacoma. There was a high probability that at least one of those bags contained physical assets and cash.

“Hehe. Understood. I’ll relay that message.”

“And….”

Buzz! Buzz!

“Hmm? This number is?”

It’s the satellite phone number from the CIA secret special forces unit that he had given to Johann.

“Yes, Johann. What’s…?!”

Lynch’s eyes shook mercilessly as he shot up from his seat.

* * *

Thud thud thud thud thud!

The quiet Mount Rainier National Park, where most animals are asleep and only the rough breathing of hikers exists, becomes noisy.

CIA agents and the U.S. Department of the Interior (DOI), which manages land, natural resources, indigenous peoples, and cultural heritage within the United States, arrive by helicopter.

“My God! This pottery style is?!”

“There are seeds here!”

“Seeds?!”

Johann’s group, having stepped back from the DOI officials and archaeologists cooperating with DOI who are making a commotion in white clothes, faces Lynch.

“John Meyer….”

“He was a member of the explorer team that discovered Tacoma and various other places.”

Johann explained the entire situation, and Lynch falls into thought while looking at John Meyer’s diary that Johann hands him.

Step step step!

“Th-this is truly an incredible discovery!”

The face of the DOI employee approaching them is flushed bright red.

“Is that so?”

“To react so dryly….”

The employee in his 60s, who was getting worked up over their dry faces not knowing how incredible this discovery was, clicks his tongue and holds out a camera.

“Can you see this pottery style?!”

‘Huh? That’s?’

It’s a pottery fragment that Johann discovered while digging the ground to make a campfire nearby.

“It’s a style from at least 4,000 BC! 4,000 years ago! And most importantly, this….”

He shows a photo of a rock with wavy lines carved into it.

“If, if this is writing… if it’s really writing! We might have to completely rewrite history!”

Lines that appear to be pictographic writing with vague regularity visible.

If this was writing used 4,000 years BC, it would mean this was humanity’s first pictographic writing, predating ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs or Sumerian cuneiform.

Unlike the Central American Indians who used Mayan script known to have been used from around 300 BC, North American Indians were known to have no indigenous writing system with a clear structure until Cherokee leader Sequoyah created Cherokee script in 1821.

But it turns out they were already using systematized writing as far back as 4,000 BC.

Such a civilization had existed in North America.

“A civilization older and more advanced than Canyon de Chelly!”

Canyon de Chelly of the Navajo, the oldest Indian ruins in North America and a residential area continuously inhabited for over 5,000 years from 2,500 BC to the present.

What about the rocks arranged in a similar layout to the Woodhenge discovered at Cahokia Mounds, ruins used for observing the sun’s movement.

It really could be called North America’s Göbekli Tepe, just as Johann said.

“Oh, God! Oh, my goodness!”

The employee, unable to contain his excitement, ran back toward the shelter, and people looked at each other with bewildered faces.

“So what we discovered is….”

“Really a discovery that requires rewriting history?”

Everyone urgently looks at Johann.

“I told you. It would be a great discovery that requires rewriting history books.”

“Crazy….”

Johann shrugs his shoulders while looking at the people with their mouths agape.

‘4,000 years?’

No.

‘The first Starburst was 8,000 years ago, a figure from even before that.’

And the person who carved and erected those rocks was also the first Starburst.

Subsequent Starbursts who inherited the legacy erected other rocks and filled them with knowledge.

“Why….”

Everyone’s gaze turns to Emily.

“Why didn’t John Meyer and his group announce this place even after discovering it?”

“Because problems would have definitely arisen if this location had been announced.”

“…Ah, one of the justifications for pioneering at that time was civilizing the savages.”

“That’s right, Lynch.”

Savages without even proper writing. Making such people into subjects of their own country through civilization was one of the justifications established by the pioneers of that time.

“But it turns out they weren’t savages but intellectuals who had achieved their own civilization?”

They had bulldozed and massacred the foundations of such intellectuals.

“Of course, to people who had already bloodied their hands, what would that matter, but John Meyer’s group probably judged that this ruin would later threaten the legitimacy of occupying and ruling the North American continent.”

“For instance, rebellion, resistance, or coups by surviving Indians?”

“Exactly.”

Indians who were warriors by nature. Even at that time, Indian guerrillas were rampant, so they only recorded this discovery in their diary and kept silent.

“So that’s why they wrote that we are sinners and usurpers….”

Sinners who hid the rightful history that Indians should know, and usurpers who stole away the power and justification for unity.

Johann and the others looked at the ruins again and closed their mouths.

“…Let’s go down.”

The guilt filling their hearts made it seem impossible to stay any longer.

“We’ll take you down by helicopter.”

Lynch pointed to the helicopter in the sky that was lowering excavation equipment.

Thud thud thud thud thud!

The ruins that had grown distant and were now hidden by the forest.

-…But why did the last Starburst guide John Meyer’s group to the ruins?

Everyone wearing headsets looks at Larry.

-Simply because she had lost her mind? Or could it really be as written in the diary that John Meyer shared food with her?

The price for her guiding us to that place was just a piece of cookie.

That’s what was written in John Meyer’s diary.

However, it was hard to understand that she would guide the white people who massacred her people to that important place for just that reason alone.

-Perhaps….

Everyone now looks at Emily.

-Perhaps Starburst also thought that their civilization should not be announced to the world.

If the existence of these ruins had been announced during the colonial era, they might have foreseen a future where a bloody storm would sweep across the American continent, just as John Meyer predicted.

-Perhaps they even saw today’s scene.

The sight of us discovering the ruins.

The sight of Starburst and their history being completely recorded.

-…So they guided John Meyer and the others? Even though there was a risk of the ruins being destroyed?

-Maybe they knew John Meyer and the others wouldn’t do that? They were shamans, after all.

It makes sense.

Shamans are beings from the occult realm that cannot be understood by common sense. It wouldn’t be strange if they had seen glimpses of the future or penetrated people’s true nature.

‘It’s similar.’

The Last Star Wind, who occasionally regained her sanity.

Each time, the night sky she saw, the constellations warned her like this.

Not to create future Starbursts.

To do nothing.

Whenever she tried to do something, whenever she made up her mind about anything, the constellations would turn red.

‘Then she met John Meyer and the others….’

She felt destiny. Some kind of destiny connected to the distant future.

‘That’s why she guided them to Starburst’s altar, the spirits’ sanctuary.’

-Johann, what do you think?

“I think the same.”

Even though it’s a restricted area, the Native American lineage has continued.

‘If the Native Americans had discovered the sanctuary, it would have been impossible.’

Perhaps only an incomparably smaller number would have maintained their lineage than now.

‘Maybe the Native American bloodline would have dried up completely in the rebellion that spread like wildfire.’

The white people of that time, who were invaders and usurpers, and who eventually abandoned their homeland to establish the country called the United States of America, would have made it entirely possible.

Johann quietly gazed in the direction where the now-invisible ruins lay.

* * *

Discovery of ruins from approximately 4000 BC at Mount Rainier National Park!

America’s Göbekli Tepe!

Let’s learn about Starburst’s altar, the ancient ruins of North American Indians!

Starburst was both a name and a title!

The name Starburst, carried on for thousands of years!

Archaeologists from around the world moving to Washington!

Archaeological community considering Johann as honorary archaeologist?

The discovery of Starburst’s altar caused a stir around the world.

* * *

Unlike the noisy world, Johann’s mansion remains quiet.

Tap tap tap!

Emily approaches from behind Johann, who is working at his computer.

“Honey, they’re saying you received divine revelation?”

“Huh?”

“Look at this.”

The discoverer is Johann Jefferson! It’s Johann again this time!

Norton I, La Purisima Mission. Now Starburst’s altar? Is this all God’s will?

“…Haha!”

Quite sensational headlines.

“Well…. Maybe it could be.”

Because fate is something capricious that no one can know.

Because we only realize it was fate after it has passed.

Perhaps it was also God’s will that James Han came to possess the painting of the explorers who discovered Tacoma.

“No one can know for sure.”

“…Why didn’t your great-grandfather go there to see it himself?”

“It was a different era.”

An era when white supremacy ruled.

A time when Native Americans lived in prisons called reservations.

“What would have happened if an Asian mixed-blood had discovered and announced such a thing?”

The white people, those who had driven out the indigenous people and seized their land to build enormous wealth, probably wouldn’t have stayed quiet.

They would have certainly attacked James Han, claiming it was fabricated facts and slandering him.

“Hmm….”

That makes sense.

“But more than that… is this what you took back then?”

“Yeah. How does it look?”

“Wow, it feels great. Especially the afterimage looks just like….”

“I didn’t edit it.”

“What?”

Seeing her surprise, Johann makes up his mind.

“I should hold a solo exhibition.”

Emily’s eyes widened.

* * *

Slam!

UCLA photography professor Arthur Pickford roughly closes the monthly magazine.

‘Instead of taking the photos he’s supposed to take….’

He’s doing strange excavations.

Glug glug! Clunk!

“Ugh!”

Even when he was sculpting, he had let it slide, thinking Johann had suddenly discovered an unknown talent and was therefore absorbed in it.

Because the photographs of the results were also remarkable.

Because he could clearly feel that Johann had already reached a certain level.

But now that he’s made a discovery that requires rewriting all of America’s history books, his thoughts have changed somewhat.

‘Should I say it makes me sick….’

Johann’s chosen major is photography, but he’s becoming famous in other fields, which upsets him.

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t realize it. That he’d end up drinking like this in broad daylight.

Swoosh!

Professor Arthur, who had glanced at the person sitting next to him, opens his eyes wide.

“Assistant Josh said if you weren’t answering calls, you’d probably be here, and you really are?”

“…Well, if it isn’t the great discoverer.”

“Haha.”

‘He’s quite upset.’

If he were Professor Arthur, he’d probably feel the same way.

‘In times like this, the direct approach works best.’

“I’m thinking of holding that solo exhibition you mentioned before, Professor.”

Professor Arthur had said that now that the new year had dawned, shouldn’t he hold a solo exhibition before 2017 ends.

Flinch!

Johann silently takes out the laptop he brought and hands it to him as he stiffens.

Professor Arthur glances at Johann once, then checks the photos in the laptop, the results of his editing.

“Huh. Huhuhuh.”

He lets out a hollow laugh and stares at Johann.

With eyes where all resentment has disappeared and been filled completely with respect and admiration.

“Your artistic vision was already established.”

He had been uncertain before, but seeing these results makes it clear.

“Connection between past and present.”

“…That might be it. How about it? Is this sufficient?”

“No other words are needed. I like this artwork the most. Sell it to me, Writer Jefferson.”

Johann smiled brightly.

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