Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 44

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 44

 

 

12. Blessing

 

 

“Hehehe!”

Emily and Flash, whose eyes met, burst into laughter.

Then they hide their laughter as if nothing happened.

“…Suspicious.”

“Right! You guys are suspicious!”

“Wh-what did we do!”

The friends’ eyes narrow even more at the sight of the two getting flustered.

Emily and Flash quietly turn their heads and let out sighs.

“…Catch them.”

“Kyaa! W-wait!”

“Ahh! Hey! Let go! Won’t you let go?!”

“We’ve restrained them, madam!”

“For now… kill them.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Emily and Flash had been bursting into laughter every time they made eye contact since this morning. Something definitely happened last weekend.

‘Leaving just us out!’

Feeling left out, they raised both hands and approached them.

“Stay still. That way it’ll hurt less.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. We won’t kill you completely, just half-dead.”

“Hey! Hey! Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

“D-don’t really do it! And why are you only catching us-!”

Pause!

The friends looked at Johann, who was standing still and smiling, then turned their heads.

‘He’s a bit….’

Johann, who crushed Flash on his first day of transfer and really tried to kill him.

A human weapon covered in scars all over his body. A werewolf.

He probably wouldn’t even let himself be caught.

They quietly ignored him, and Emily and Flash’s mouths fell open. Johann, who had been preparing for when the friends would pounce, was also slightly hurt.

“…Hehe. Then here we go!”

Evil hands reaching toward their bodies.

“Hey, you coward bastards… Uhahahaha!”

“Johann, you-! Kyaaaah!”

Johann watches Emily and Flash rolling on the floor and struggling from his friends’ tickling with an envious look, then turns his head toward his chest.

‘Are you satisfied now?’

A question directed at ‘The One Who Became a Star.’

He had lost everything he had gathered in an instant due to sudden death. Now that he had found even a part of those things, he should be able to let go of some regrets.

‘…There’s no way he’d be satisfied.’

It’s still far from enough.

Safe houses still remaining in various parts of the world. Secret safes.

And things hidden by other ‘Ones Who Became Stars.’

He must recover all of that.

So he must make this America even greater.

‘Always so greedy.’

Johann chuckles at ‘The One Who Became a Star’s’ whisper and looks up at the blue sky that’s starting to get warmer.

“Ahhh! Ahh! Ahh!”

“Kyaaaah! I-I’m really going to kill you!”

‘Spring will come soon.’

The time when all sleeping life awakens. The cycle of nature that stopped during winter will start turning again, and the smell of blood will begin to spread throughout the forest.

‘I wonder where Mother and my brothers are right now?’

He was curious about many things, like whether they were eating well and if any had become independent.

 

“Th-they’re tough.”

They tickled them for a whole 5 minutes but they won’t talk.

That made them feel even more left out.

Seeing this, Johann sighs and brings up a moderately fabricated story.

“Flash’s father had to get a new office for a new project he was taking on, so we went along. But in one of the buildings we went to look at, we found a pistol, right?”

“Gasp! Really?!”

“Yeah. The adults told us not to talk about it, so Emily and Flash just kept their mouths shut.”

“That’s awesome-!”

“Th-that’s understandable not to talk about.”

Now they understand why they laughed every time they looked at each other.

How fun it must have been. They really regret not being there together.

“…We’ll let it slide this time.”

“Hey. What about an apology?”

“Anyone want a drink?”

“Me!”

The children quickly ran away in case of retaliation, and Flash, who had been clenching his fists, quickly approaches Johann.

“I-is it okay to say that?”

“Something like this?”

“Ah….”

They got tickled for nothing.

“Wait. Then why didn’t you save us?”

“Emily, are you okay?”

“Hey. Johann? Hey?”

“…I hate you.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Johann fixes Emily’s disheveled hair.

He also brushes off the dust on her clothes.

“All done. You’re pretty.”

“Hmph.”

Emily pouts her lips to show she’s sulking, but soon her eyes light up.

“So what happened?”

“Gasp! Right! How much did Mr. Wong and that guy’s father’s legal team bring? They brought everything, right?”

“No.”

Most of it was recovered by the CIA, and Johann only took 9 CDs.

“That’s all?”

“Yeah. The core substances needed for diabetes relief and chemical structures, aramid fiber’s….”

All of this will be traded through the CIA to find the original owners or their families, and part of the transaction price and 1 percent royalty will fall to them.

That 1 percent would be divided with Johann, Emily, and Flash each getting 0.3 percent, and the remaining 0.1 percent would be divided equally among the adults in three parts.

The remaining 0.01 percent after all the division would be donated.

“Really? How much is that?”

“Um… I’m not sure, but Ada was really excited.”

She said the royalties alone would make them millionaires.

“Millionaires?”

Is it too large an amount?

Both Emily and Flash can’t accept it well.

“Enough to build Little Puma’s baseball field every year?”

“…My goodness.”

And all this money was decided to be managed by Black Rock. Since it was too much money for children, the adults reached an agreement.

“Is that okay?”

“…What if I suddenly need pocket money?”

“They said they’ll make a separate account for that.”

From the moment profits are generated, they said they’d put in $200 each per month. And a $100 increase every time they go up a grade.

Instead, they have to keep a pocket money ledger for this money.

“Ooooh!”

“Then I have no complaints either!”

Only when it became $200, an amount they could finally easily accept, did they react properly.

Their pocket money was always insufficient anyway. They began to blush and worry about how to spend this money.

“Oh, and Gigi is getting married this weekend.”

A wedding that hasn’t been revealed to the media yet. He uses her nickname so Flash won’t make a fuss.

“Really?! When!”

“Who’s Gigi?”

“My modeling teacher and Emily’s mentor.”

“Aha?”

“She asked me to deliver the wedding invitation to you… What will you do?”

“I’ll go!”

Of course he had to go.

Johann looked at Flash.

“Do you want to go too?”

“Uh… If it’s okay, I’ll go.”

Mother said that when someone has something to celebrate, you should congratulate them unless they’re someone you really hate.

“Alright. I’ll tell her that.”

Ding dong!

Johann, Emily, and Flash look at the speaker on the corridor ceiling.

“It’s class time. Let’s go in.”

“Yeah!”

The expressions of Emily and Flash, who turn toward their respective classes, change instantly.

“These bastards are all dead.”

They had to get revenge just now.

 

* * *

 

After finishing school, Johann heads to a hotel somewhere in LA.

People in the lobby look puzzled at the appearance of a small child.

Ignoring their gazes, he gets on the elevator and heads to the suite room.

Ding!

The bell is pressed. Soon, noisy sounds come from inside, then the door opens roughly.

“Oh-!”

Startled by the huge black shadow suddenly covering him from above, Johann immediately kicks off the ground and throws his body backward.

Then black-skinned arms sweep through the air and a black body rolls on the floor.

“…Mr. McKnight?”

“Sob! How hard it must have been for you! How lonely and painful it must have been-!”

A person older than Larry is shedding thick tears. Not only that, but at the last words, he’s even riding a woah-woah R&B rhythm.

“…Did you perhaps take drugs?”

It was a reasonable question.

 

“You came?”

In the suite room’s living room, discovering Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page sitting on the sofa waving their hands, Brian McKnight’s reaction of jumping up saying no becomes understandable.

‘They found out about my past.’

And it seems his tongue sang songs because he drank alcohol.

A very different appearance from yesterday.

Brian McKnight forcibly suppresses his eyes that are welling up with tears again.

“People who do music can’t help but be emotional.”

No, they do music because they’re born emotional. Only the genres they’re drawn to and the ways they express are different for each person.

This is the same for other artists like those in fine arts.

“Hmm.”

‘That’s certainly true.’

The old man ‘Eagles, Joseph Fiddler Walsh’ who scratches his belly while drinking beer even though the sun hasn’t set yet, was also very emotional when he was young.

If he didn’t like something, his fists came out first, and he would cry until exhausted watching Romeo and Juliet. Sometimes he would throw sausages to stray cats with tears glistening in his eyes, and hum while gazing endlessly at wildflowers.

‘When dating too, he was more passionate than any fire, but also timid.’

His emotional ups and downs were like amusement park rides.

The ‘Art Student’ also threw tantrums over trivial things when they didn’t go his way.

Getting angry, throwing fits, then when scolded, sulking and roughly drawing pictures until ruining them, then crying because of that.

Other artists he had observed while in the Rocky Mountains forest were the same. They all had emotions that fluctuated several times a day.

For them, every moment of living was precious, intense, and inspirational. It was a lonely wildflower blooming alone, and a hotly burning fire.

“Can you… tell me?”

The background behind creating those three songs.

Johann Jefferson, your story.

“Well. From the moment I first started having what you call memories, I was in some forest in the Rocky Mountains.”

Johann looked at Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page, who were also straightening their postures, and slowly unfolded the story of how he had lived.

 

* * *

 

“That’s how it happened.”

“Then, then knowing our Eagles’ songs too…”

“It was one of the songs Father used to hum.”

“…Whew.”

“Ha.”

The exclamations they breathe out are filled with moisture.

How lonely must it have been. How painful must it have been.

For that young child whose everything was survival, the Eagles’ songs, Hotel California, and all the songs he knew must have been an escape, an unreachable hope, and an unattainable ideal.

‘If I were in the same situation as that child, how long could I have endured? One year?’

No. He wouldn’t have lasted even a month.

So he’s grateful. To Larry Jefferson who pulled Johann out of that forest, to Giselle Buncheon who became his mentor.

“Sniff! Sob! Waaah!”

If he had known this, he would have listened with a heavier heart.

He would have thought more carefully and asked questions.

‘You said you wanted to make this kind of life into lyrics?’

It was truly arrogant and foolish behavior.

Johann patted his back saying it was okay now, and at the warmth spreading from his back, Brian McKnight burst into tears until his throat was raw.

How much time passed like that?

“Whoooo.”

Brian McKnight’s eyes are firmly hardened as he raises his body.

“Everyone please leave.”

The only thing he can do to apologize for his arrogant decision is one thing.

To give his all in summarizing that life, those emotions into sentences called lyrics.

“Sorry, but you too…”

“Isn’t there anything more you’d like to hear?”

“This is enough.”

More than enough.

“Then I’ll ask you to do it.”

‘I’d prefer if he could complete Giselle’s lyrics first…’

Since he was asking for free, he couldn’t demand such things.

“Let’s go. My young fan, no, Johann.”

The small warrior named Johann.

Musical notes began to storm through Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page’s minds as well.

 

Click!

As the suite room door closes, Brian McKnight suddenly strips off his clothes and throws his body into ice-cold water.

This is his personal Songwriting Routine.

When not just his head but his entire body froze as if thrown naked into a midwinter snowfield, he gets out of the bathtub.

“Whew… Let’s begin.”

Sitting in front of his notebook, his eyes began to gleam sharply.

 

* * *

 

Giselle Buncheon! Getting married today!

Who’s the lucky man who caught The Body?

Finally married! The fashion world loses a great star!

Top model Giselle Buncheon! From today, someone’s wife!

 

“You can’t get married-!”

“Please let us in!”

“You cannot enter without an invitation.”

“I’m a reporter! Are you going to violate the public’s right to know?!”

“Here’s my invitation.”

“…It’s fake. Next!”

Murmur murmur!

In front of Saint Monica Catholic Church in Santa Monica, bustling with people trying to get in and those who couldn’t.

Johann, who had walked from afar, ignores the barrage of camera flashes and looks at the people filling the surrounding roads.

‘When you’re famous, you get blessed by this many people.’

Though some people didn’t seem to be there for blessings, as befitting the wedding of the world’s top model, the number of reporters and fans was tremendous.

Still, as if they didn’t want to get sued, they kept the entrance open.

“Who are you! What’s your relationship with Giselle Buncheon and Tom Brady!”

Questions pouring toward them.

Frightened Emily and Flash stick close to his side.

“Jo, Johann.”

“Hold my hand.”

Johann, holding Emily’s hand, looks at Flash.

Flash sneakily extends his hand then startles and pulls it back.

Johann looks at Ada and Sandra Sherman as if to say let’s go now.

The adults who came along as guardians for the three of them today. Sinister smiles spread across their lips.

‘They’re having strange misunderstandings like Larry.’

“Let’s just go in first… Emily?”

“No, no! Let’s go in!”

Emily’s face turns red for some reason as she pulls him along, and Johann follows while quietly closing and opening his eyes.

At that moment, his posture and gait change.

‘Please take good photos. It’s H&M.’

Everything from the children’s suit to the socks, all H&M. Only the shoes and watch are different brands.

“Emily, you don’t need to walk so hurriedly.”

Instead, just walk confidently.

Emily, who dreams of being a model.

Since she’ll be surrounded by this many people someday, she needed to practice from now.

“…Okay.”

As Emily lets go of Johann’s hand and straightens her back, Sandra Sherman and Ada’s eyes light up. They exchange meaningful smiles with each other.

Johann shakes his head and presents the invitation to the Security Personnel guarding the church entrance.

“Johann Jefferson plus 2.”

“Emily Sherman plus 1!”

“…You may go inside. Pass!”

“Hey! What’s different between their invitations and mine!”

Ignoring the nonsense from beside them, they enter the church.

“Oh.”

A Catholic church he’s visiting for the first time in his life.

‘The atmosphere is interesting.’

Even though it’s chaotic with Wedding Guests who arrived early, there’s a certain atmosphere that weighs on the shoulders.

The statue and paintings of Jesus at the front, and the high, round ceiling seem to emit a heavy air that demands silence and restraint.

‘He really was a great person, wasn’t he?’

The size of the orb that was dozens of times larger than ‘Adolf Hitler, The Genocidal Dictator’.

Though he couldn’t look directly at the sun, he was an existence as large as the sun.

“Johann, do you believe in Catholicism?”

“No.”

He doesn’t particularly have a religion. It never helped with survival at all.

“The ceremony will start soon. Let’s sit down too.”

“Yes.”

Following Ada toward empty seats while looking around, Johann’s eyes light up. Flash is completely spaced out.

‘Models, singers, actors.’

As befitting a world top model, the lineup of wedding guests is spectacular.

“Gi, Gigi was such an amazing person?”

“…Gigi is Giselle Buncheon’s nickname.”

“Who’s that?”

“Ugh. Just ignore that sports idiot, Johann.”

Emily sighs and fidgets in her seat while looking toward where the Bridal Waiting Room would be.

“Anyway, I’m so jealous-! How pretty will she be today?”

“Jealous? Why?”

Emily isn’t even of marriageable age, and she doesn’t have a boyfriend, let alone someone to marry.

“Why?! Today Giselle becomes the most blessed person in the world!”

The prettiest moment of her life.

There wasn’t a woman who wouldn’t look forward to this moment. Even if she’s just a Young Child.

At those words, Ada and Sandra Sherman nod their heads.

“Only you men don’t understand.”

“Ah…”

‘I see.’

Johann nods and stands up.

“I’m going to the restroom for a bit.”

Giselle, who should become the most blessed being in the world today. There must be no one who would try to interfere.

‘The security guards will protect her, but still….’

He felt he could only be at ease after taking a look around once.

Johann’s eyes turned cold as he turned around.

‘Entry. Search. Wolf Who Howls at the Moon.’

-Awoooooo!

Johann’s senses began to expand infinitely as he opened his eyes again.

 

“You cannot come any closer.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Giselle’s scent wafted from inside the corridor where the security guard stood blocking the way.

‘Nothing’s wrong.’

Though there was a mix of anxious scent, she wasn’t frightened. That was fortunate.

‘All clear.’

There were no uninvited guests who had entered this church, no scent of bad intentions.

“…I really should go to the restroom.”

The ceremony would begin soon. He didn’t know how long the ceremony would last, but he couldn’t go to the restroom in the middle and cause a disturbance.

Johann moved to find the restroom and was soon able to locate it.

“Huh?”

A 50s White Man with Pale Complexion who had just come out of the restroom and was heading toward the wedding hall.

‘That person is…?’

Someone he was seeing for the first time, yet definitely not someone he was seeing for the first time.

It was the moment he moved his feet as if entranced.

“Why wouldn’t I come. It’s only natural to give my blessing.”

‘…Wow.’

Johann turned his head at the familiar voice and opened his eyes wide.

A beauty with black and brown hair and heavy makeup.

He knew who that person was.

Hollywood actress Bridget Moynahan.

‘And… Tom Brady’s ex-girlfriend.’

Johann looked at the 2-year-old Boy she was holding, and feeling his gaze, she also looked at Johann.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

 

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