Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 262

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 262

Whoooosh!

Natural materials pour into the concrete mixer truck.

“Pack it in tight!”

Johann judged it would be better to rent a few concrete mixer trucks rather than run dozens of concrete mixers.

“Only the exact amounts!”

Too much volcanic ash or too little volcanic rock.

Too thin or too thick.

At first, it doesn’t show much. Since it’s just a slight error, you carelessly overlook it.

The problem starts after curing is finished and everything has dried.

‘Cracks will form right away.’

What should last 100 years gets cracks in less than a year.

All buildings collapse starting from those cracks.

‘If that happened, I’d have no excuse even if my head was cut off.’

For architects of that era, architecture was a matter of survival.

That’s why they researched fiercely to somehow prevent their buildings from collapsing while they were still alive.

Yet cracks they still couldn’t control.

So what was eventually invented was pozzolan, self-healing concrete.

“Just a little faster! Yes, good!”

‘Great architect Apollodorus’ clicks his tongue seeing the pozzolan in the rotating concrete mixer truck’s drum, thinking human technology has advanced this far.

“What’s the reason for constantly adjusting the drum speed?”

There are several reasons for mixing concrete.

Homogenization where concrete paste coats all particles.

Hydration reaction control – since concrete and cement undergo chemical reactions the moment they touch water, proper fast rotation makes all particles start reacting simultaneously.

There are various reasons including air content management and preventing material separation.

“Is it ultimately a matter of quantity?”

As Professor David Paul and the Architecture Professor’s eyes light up in front of the hot heat blowing from the drum’s passage, the hundred or so students gathered around also brighten their eyes.

Johann nods his head.

“That’s right. Back then, the amount that could be mixed at once wouldn’t have been that much. The person who taught me about pozzolan thought so.”

‘Great architect Apollodorus’ did.

Making equipment to mix using water power or animal and human strength was already a huge construction project, but due to material limitations, the amount that could be mixed at once wasn’t this much either.

Also, architecture is work that requires extremely delicate and precise calculations.

Carrying stone materials could be done using slaves and other laborers, but everything else was secret techniques known only to architects and their apprentices.

“Indeed, that makes sense.”

If the quantity differs, the speed must change too. It was natural logic.

“Everyone record the temperature well and drill it into your bodies! This is technology you couldn’t buy even with money!”

Technology that might take years of working as a bottom-level employee at a pozzolan company to barely learn.

“Yes!”

“Give Johann a round of applause for teaching this technology for free!”

“Wow!”

“Thank you, Johann!”

“We love you!”

Clap clap clap clap clap!

“Haha. …That’s enough!”

The skin all over his body feeling temperature, his eyes checking color changes, his nose confirming smells – ‘Great architect Apollodorus’ sends a sharp signal.

“That’s it! From now on, maintain this state!”

Johann jumps down from the concrete mixer truck opening and heads toward the 3,000 pyeong site where rebar is densely woven on the ground as if really constructing a building.

Next to it, he clicks his tongue seeing the concrete vibrator, equipment that removes internal air and gaps to increase density, strength, and durability.

‘In the old days, we hammered each one individually…’

Long live modern technology indeed.

As he marvels like this, professors and students bring large hoses, insert them between the rebar, and look at Johann.

Johann nods at them.

“Let’s start pouring.”

This isn’t artistic pouring to express the earth. This is pouring for foundation construction.

“Okay! Start pouring!”

“Start pouring! Open the valve!”

Whoooooosh!

Soon pozzolan began pouring between the rebar.

It was the start of a major construction project that would take a full 3 months.

“Check the fence again! CCTV too!”

“How should we handle surveillance?”

News had already spread far and wide that Johann, already an avatar blessed by the god of art, was creating a new work with the city government’s permission and cooperation.

The probability of crazy people breaking in here and ruining the curing pozzolan was 100 percent.

He absolutely couldn’t bear to see that pozzolan ruined – the pozzolan that took over 20 days from material procurement through mixing to pouring, that he watched and worked with every single second without missing a moment.

Click!

“Just try coming in. We’ll shoot you all dead.”

Johann laughs incredulously at their fierce appearance.

“You don’t need to do that.”

Johann had hired a security company for this.

The police had also agreed to patrol frequently.

“Leave them be. That too will all be precious memories and valuable nourishment.”

“Oh!”

Come to think of it, that’s true.

Sleeping fitfully and staying up all night to protect the work would also be good experience.

“Then I should… only come once a week. I need to sleep at home.”

“Pfft!”

Johann subtly changes his words at Emily’s sharp glare.

The professors burst into laughter saying what good times these are.

“When you come here, come with your girlfriend.”

“Pfft! Ahem.”

The professors come to their senses at Emily’s glare and look at the site where leveling work has been completed, the site with rebar sticking up sharply here and there.

“Then the real start will be after all the curing is finished.”

“That’s right.”

At least 2 weeks or more. Except for coming to check the condition intermittently, there was nothing to do.

“This is the problem with architecture. Once you pour, there’s too much downtime.”

“What did you say? You bastard?”

Professor David Paul suddenly provokes and the Architecture Professor gets fired up and grabs his collar.

Johann, who had been getting excited about the sudden fight, approaches Slip who stands in one corner with vacant eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“…I’m feeling strange.”

It’s not like he’d never seen students make works with materials he delivered before.

But seeing something being made from the very beginning like this felt very strange.

The joy of seeing materials he’d worked hard to procure being created into artwork and the excitement of wanting to quickly see the completed form.

But also the regret and sadness that this would be the last time.

Many other thoughts tangled and mixed together in complexity.

‘Sigh. Why is such a person…’

Someone who had worked hard for art students for a long time, with a heart good enough to readily step forward for the city’s disaster even when his company was struggling, was now trying to close his business.

Why had he procured pozzolan through Slip?

Slip, of Native American descent, whose company had been struggling with accumulated unpaid bills since he discovered the Altar of the Starbeam.

There was a purpose to ease his guilty feelings, but he’d done it because he wanted to help such an excellent person.

Nevertheless, his heart already seemed to be floating.

‘Isn’t there something more I can do for him…’

How can I help this person regain his strength?

As Johann becomes lost in such thoughts, Emily shouts to him.

“Johann! It’s time to go!”

“Oh, already?”

Johann, surprised after checking his watch at Emily’s words, looks at Slip a bit more before turning to Professor Paul.

“I’ll be going now.”

“Ah! Today was the broadcast day!”

Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality broadcast day.

The broadcast was right after the concrete pouring ended. The timing was truly fantastic.

“Go ahead then.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow! Let’s go, Emily.”

“Yeah!”

Johann and Emily hurried toward the car, and the Architecture Professor looked at Professor Paul with curiosity.

“I heard he’s appearing in an HBO drama. A work dealing with Casanova’s life story?”

Flinch!

“How about beer at the pub?”

“No good. I promised to watch the live broadcast… Ah.”

Professor Paul, belatedly understanding the Architecture Professor’s words, nods heavily.

“Let’s go to my assistant’s house so we can even sleep there. He lives alone in a detached house. No roommate or girlfriend, naturally.”

“Excellent choice. What time does it start broadcasting?”

Casanova, the symbol of womanizers.

It wasn’t a work for elderly men to watch with their wives.

* * *

“We’re coming in.”

“Oh, you’re here?”

Wolf Pictures’ screening room.

As Johann and Emily, Larry and Andrew Pearson entered the space created for internal previews, Baz Luhrmann and Matthew Payton and other directors who had arrived first raised their hands in greeting.

But there were also faces that shouldn’t be here.

“Ian? Sean? Bradley?”

All married men with families. The lead actors who should be sitting in front of the TV at home with their families by now were each holding popcorn, nachos, cola, or beer.

Even Hayden Christensen was there with his daughter.

“Kyaa! Hello? This sister is Emily. Emily Sherman! Who are you?”

“Oh, hello. Briar Rose Christensen. I’m 3 years old.”

“Kyaaaa!”

At Johann’s questioning look about what was going on, the married men smiled warmly.

“This kind of content isn’t for watching with family.”

“…Would you like me to tell you about some Eastern food that’s good for stamina?”

“I’m still vigorous!”

“What do you mean I? Even now I?!”

“How long do you think you’ll stay young?! …Still, tell us.”

“Wait, wait. Let me find something to write with.”

Johann, who gave them detailed information after they got flustered then sneakily asked, sits in the empty seat next to Matthew.

“Ryan is… Ah, he can’t watch.”

Casanova: The Beginning of Power Season 1 was TV-MA rated, a drama for viewers 14 and older.

Ryan Burgel, who played young Casanova, couldn’t watch due to the rating.

‘Well, if he really wanted to watch, he could find ways to do so…’

But inviting him to a place like this would result in legal punishment.

A major disaster could occur where Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality gets cancelled after broadcasting only episodes 1 and 2.

“But will it be okay?”

“Hayden’s daughter? We agreed to send her out before the broadcast starts. A babysitter came along too.”

“That’s a relief then.”

“More importantly, how’s the new work coming along?”

Everyone’s gaze turns to Johann.

The massive installation art piece being created in La Tuna Canyon, swept by fire, which they all helped clean up afterward.

“It’s still far from completion.”

Still, it should be finished before Christmas.

“Whew. Between attending lectures, creating new works, and getting called here and there once the drama airs, will you be okay?”

“Oh, the installation art is agreed to get an A+, so that’s fine. The other two majors agreed to give me conveniences too.”

They agreed to overlook reports, practicals, and attendance as long as he takes the exams.

Everyone bursts into hollow laughter at those words.

They’re newly realizing that the person who wrote this script and meticulously coordinated the actors’ performances and settings is still a university student.

“It’s starting soon!”

“Would you like some popcorn?”

“…Are we leaving it to heaven now?”

“We’ve done everything we could.”

The actors all gave passionate performances, and the direction and editing were done to the utmost limit.

Since it passed the internal preview, now they can only hope it hits the mark with heaven, luck, and the public’s taste.

“…Then I’ll have walking tacos. Walking tacos are fine, right?”

“I’ll just eat popcorn.”

Walking tacos, a convenient dish made by putting meat, cheese, sauce, tomatoes, etc. inside a bag of taco chips to make it easy to eat while walking.

Johann, holding the bag someone gave him, stares intently at Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality starting with background music.

‘Watching a drama I wrote…’

Even though he definitely went through internal previews, his heart pounds and he feels restless at this moment.

‘How will other people view it?’

He was very much looking forward to that.

-Mother.

“Puhaha!”

The broadcast of Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality had begun.

* * *

Meanwhile, as time passed, Professor Paul, the Architecture Professor, and even the assistant who ended up watching Casanova while crying inside but trying to smile, all gathered at the installation art assistant’s house, became absorbed and forgot to talk.

“Ooh.”

“Puhaha!”

Casanova’s life story that they didn’t know, that most ordinary people don’t know.

Sometimes surprised by his boldness, sometimes laughing at his wit, sometimes clenching their fists at difficult and tense situations, they lost track of time until the screen darkened and they spoke up.

“Damn old man! If he was going to act like that, why did he take in his grandchildren!”

“Is the grandmother the problem right now? That mother is a crazy bitch! She deserves divine punishment! She should get struck by lightning while having sex and die!”

“Right! A woman like that should just catch syphilis and die! What do you think?”

“I… Casanova seemed like a madman. Consistently crazy about women. If he were my younger brother, I’d just smack.”

“What if it were you?”

“…Ahem.”

The three men giggle.

“How about whiskey this time?”

“Whiskey goes with cheese… Do you have cheese, assistant?”

“Ah, yes! Huh?”

The assistant, who was reflexively getting up, blinks while looking at the ending credits that just started rolling.

“Um… I think it’s all over, Professor?”

“What are you talking about. Why is it ending already… It is ending, isn’t it?”

Come to think of it, what they just watched was episode 2.

“What? Why is it ending already?”

‘You didn’t realize time was passing like this?’

“Huh… Looks like I’ve got a drama I need to watch live.”

“That’s good. I was getting annoyed because the drama I was watching went off the rails anyway. But from which episode does Writer Johann appear… What’s wrong, David’s assistant?”

“Well, don’t regular men usually not watch dramas?”

Sports and news, occasionally obstacle courses or strongman competitions – extreme sports are what American men are about.

“My grandfather just sits on the sofa from morning watching football reruns…”

Something breaks the illusion.

“That’s because it’s on at that time. How can a person watch sports 24 hours a day?”

“Right. Why wouldn’t you watch something this interesting? And if you don’t watch dramas, you can’t talk with friends. Or with the ladies.”

“Ah…”

‘Like grandmother.’

“Your eyes look suspicious somehow?”

“Haha, no… Huh?”

The assistant who was hastily turning his head follows the ending credits passing by with his gaze.

“What? The screenplay writer is… Johann Jefferson?”

“What do you mean? Why would Writer Johann… It’s real?”

It really says ‘Screenplay Writer: Johann Jefferson’. No matter how old his eyes were getting, there was no way he could misread a name passing by that slowly.

‘What?’

What was going on?

Professor David Paul picked up his phone in bewilderment.

* * *

“One million breakthrough!”

Everyone stops eating snacks and watching, focusing on the staff member’s mouth as he announces the real-time viewership trends.

Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality, which had already garnered tremendous expectations with its spectacular cast including Bradley Cooper, Hayden Christensen, Ewan McGregor, and Sean Bean.

Less than 10 minutes after the broadcast started, the viewership had already surpassed one million.

This was an overwhelming performance compared to the initial viewership trends of Game of Thrones, HBO’s flagship masterpiece that created a syndrome in America and many other countries.

“A clip of the first episode’s opening scene has been uploaded to the community!”

“1.1 million! 1.2 million! It keeps rising! 1.6 million!”

With each louder call from the staff, crackling dopamine explodes in everyone’s minds.

Johann feels the same.

‘1.6 million people…’

Just 20 minutes after the first episode started airing, 1.6 million people across America were watching Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality that he had written.

To be precise, 1.6 million households were watching.

Johann, Casanova, Baz Luhrmann, and the soul mates all struggle to lift their trembling lips.

A happiness so overwhelming that even laughter won’t come out engulfs their entire bodies and shakes them mercilessly.

“We did it.”

Baz Luhrmann, clenching his fist, is the first to extend his hand to Johann.

“Thank you for your hard work, Writer.”

“…Did I really do anything? You worked hard, Manager.”

“Oh, you didn’t do anything?”

Not only did he write an excellent screenplay, but he stayed on site continuously, coordinating the actors’ performances and character settings, and revising the script in real time. And every day he worried together with them, trying to suggest better directions.

“I think you’re ready to direct now.”

Johann was not just a screenplay writer but another director.

“Oh, then I’ll appear in that work. You’ll give me the lead role, right?”

“…We’ll see about that, Sean.”

“Tsk.”

“Hahahahahaha!”

“Hohohohoho!”

“Two million breakthrough!”

People’s mouths fall shut.

“Wow, how many millions was Game of Thrones?”

“The, the live broadcast was 2.2 million…”

They swallowed their saliva.

“We’ve broken through 2.2 million!”

“…Woooooooooo!”

They had surpassed Game of Thrones.

Cheers burst through the viewing room, and people hugged each other and jumped up and down.

Another hour and 10 minutes passed like that.

-HBO? I think there’s a mistake. Casanova’s screenplay writer is Johann Jefferson.

-As expected from HBO, the home of masterpieces! But they made a mistake at the end?

-Ah! I was basking in the afterglow!

-I really enjoyed learning about Casanova’s new side. But is the screenplay writer someone with the same name?

-Janetta Parisi dies, right? How does she die!

“Oh, the reactions are incredible? Isn’t everyone’s observation skills too good?”

At the words of a staff member who was checking internet reactions on communities, everyone’s eyes light up.

The time had finally come.

Johann and Baz Luhrmann, Matthew, and the actors who made eye contact with each other grin.

“Tell them to release the article.”

“Yes!”

The staff members hastily pulled out their phones, and Johann and the others watched with expectant eyes.

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