Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 79
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 79
22. Story of a Star
“No matter how I look at it, it’s not right….”
Detective Smith sighs as he stares at the spot where Johann left.
“What’s not right is not right.”
He pressed Y among Y/N and submitted the report.
Then….
“Smith-!”
Detective Smith turned his head and spotted a Black Man in his 50s poking his head out from the inner office, wiggling his index finger, and stood up as if he expected this.
“Yes, Chief.”
“Come in.”
Smith entered the Captain’s Office.
The Chief tapped on his computer.
“What is this? I’m sure I told you to write the report based solely on facts without any personal bias, didn’t I?”
At the look that said ‘Why are you rebelling?’, Detective Smith sighed again.
“Yes, so I wrote only the facts without any of my personal opinions.”
As a result of securing the CCTV footage, they confirmed Johann dragging the victims away, but no video of him committing assault was captured.
All they had were consistent testimonies from the victims saying they were assaulted by Johann and medical certificates.
“Johann Jefferson also said he only dragged them away to give a warning and didn’t use violence.”
“That’s enough!”
There’s the perpetrator’s testimony, circumstantial evidence suggesting assault occurred, and direct evidence in the form of medical certificates.
“Anyone can see that a yellow beast who couldn’t abandon his wolf nature brutally assaulted cute and adorable White children!”
“Johann Jefferson’s Lawyer submitted this.”
Detective Smith presented testimony records from Students who witnessed the victims’ condition after being assaulted by Johann.
There were also evaluation reports from School Teachers about how actively Johann was engaging in school life and what kind of Student he was.
“Oh, Smith. An 8-year veteran Detective believing such fabricated evidence! The Lawyer is from Lewis & Boris! They must have taken bribes!”
‘You’re the one who took bribes.’
“Rewrite the report!”
The way the Chief himself wanted it.
“…Fuck.”
“What?”
“Chief, look at this before you say anything.”
Detective Smith accessed the viewer bulletin board of California Evening.
“Today’s guest is Johann Jefferson.”
“What bullshit are you talking about… Th, this?!”
At the gaze asking if this was really true, Detective Smith nodded.
“Why wouldn’t I want to listen to you, Chief?”
The Chief is the person who holds authority over personnel evaluations and promotions.
It’s better to listen to him when possible.
“But if we handle this the way you want, Chief, we’re fucked.”
Not just himself, but the Chief, and maybe even the precinct captain.
“Can you handle it?”
“…G, get out!”
The Chief waved his hand and hurriedly picked up his phone.
‘He definitely took bribes.’
Detective Smith clicked his tongue and turned around.
* * *
-I think my ears are malfunctioning right now?
└Oh, what a coincidence! Mine too!
-Fuck! Little Richard got younger-!
└What entertainer are you comparing him to? That kid is Bebop Harris!
└My God! An Asian understanding Black soul! Is there a Black ancestor somewhere?
└You’re an honorary Black from now on, Kid.
└Ugh! Stinky jazz maniacs have swarmed in.
└Much better than those who suck on frivolous rock and roll.
└Where do you live?
-Did you see him feeling the Session Performance? Crazy! Where did he learn that!
└The California Evening Session Musicians were surprised at first but then enjoyed it together! Those people are incredibly skilled!
-Bi, Billboard singles chart 101st place? At 11 years old?
└Dream-Journey on a Boat and Earth as Seen by the Moon Rabbit.
-Why is the avatar sent down by the god of rock singing such things?
└My God. Even rock groupies have swarmed in.
└All wolves assemble!
-Which School gave what kind of education to show such intelligent behavior? Is it natural talent?
└It’s Fairmont School in Orange County.
└When can we start transferring?
“Damn it!”
The Middle-aged Man threw his mouse.
The Lawyer smiled bitterly.
‘We got played.’
Savagery? Beast?
No viewer who watched California Evening would ever believe such words.
Who could think of a Child who converses as equals with a Stanford Medical School professor as a beast?
‘How did he reach such an intellectual level in such a short time….’
Ring ring ring ring!
The Lawyer who looked at his phone gritted his teeth.
“What is it. It’s noisy, so if you’re going to answer, hurry….”
“This is Ada Wong.”
Flinch!
The Middle-aged Man who stiffened gestured to answer quickly, and the Lawyer took a deep breath before answering the phone.
“Yes. Lawyer….”
-Lawsuit? Settlement?
“….”
-If you’re going to file a lawsuit, I’m going to meet the victims.
And I’ll have them examined at a different Hospital.
-What do you think will happen if it’s revealed that the damage was fabricated?
At minimum, imprisonment.
The Doctor who issued false medical certificates and the Reporters who spread false information would all be punished.
-If that happens, well… would it end with just bankruptcy?
“…Let’s reach a settlement.”
The Lawyer ultimately had no choice but to surrender.
* * *
Johann looks at the drawings hanging on the hallway bulletin board.
Drawings that received high scores in the monthly school art competition.
Johann’s drawing is at the very top.
“17 million dollars?”
“Yeah.”
His life almost got ruined.
They calculated the amount he would earn until age 60 based on what he had earned so far from modeling and singing, and demanded that sum.
“But he won’t be able to get that much.”
At best, maybe 3 million dollars.
Even that amount would only be possible if he took out a loan using his company as collateral. Because he has to pay Mason 10 million dollars in settlement money.
However, since there’s a high probability the loan won’t come through, he’ll eventually have to liquidate the company.
“That business will also sell for a cheap price.”
Because of the economic crisis, there won’t be anyone to buy it.
Ada agreed to purchase it under a borrowed name, keep it dormant, and then sell it later when the economic situation improves.
If that happens, what they’ll have in hand is roughly about a million dollars.
“For people who were upper class, they’ll barely be able to breathe and survive.”
‘That’s why I stopped short of finishing them off.’
At minimum, they need to be able to breathe so they won’t bite back.
This is America.
If they lose their minds, there’s no telling what they might do.
Adding the settlement money to be extracted from the reporters, she said to think of 3.5 million as the maximum.
“That’s ridiculous!”
“Right! You should get 100 million dollars in settlement money!”
Emily, Flash, and their friends jump up and down.
“…Wouldn’t Mr. Edward go bankrupt with that money?”
“Is, is that such a large amount of money?”
“With 100 million dollars, we could probably buy our school too?”
No, they might even be able to buy the Fairmont Foundation.
“Wow.”
“That’s an incredibly large amount of money…”
‘3.5 million dollars is also big money.’
There’s a reason they call millionaires rich.
“So what did you decide to do with that money?”
“We decided to put 500,000 dollars each into pediatric cirrhosis organizations and this Alzheimer’s research, and invest the rest in real estate and BlackRock. Oh, and send gifts to Wolfy too.”
“W, Wolfy?”
“Yeah. It’s my fan club.”
The fan club Wolfy that he learned about thanks to the California Evening bulletin board.
Johann knew he had fans because of Robin Joel, but he never thought there would actually be a fan club – it was quite a shock for him.
The number of fans even exceeded ten thousand.
“You’re going to send gifts to all those people?”
Emily, Lucy, and Joy’s eyes waver.
“Yeah. There are too many to write individual letters to.”
That doesn’t mean he won’t write them though.
It’s just going to take a lot of time.
“My goodness. You don’t have to write them, Johann!”
“Right! Wolfy, no, your fans would be happy just receiving small gifts!”
Are there any stars who send gifts to their fans?
At most, they just leave posts on fan sites and SNS, or hold fan meetings or concerts.
Even that is more than enough for fans.
“That’s what those people think.”
Not doing something when he was capable of doing it was unthinkable.
‘And this is also experience.’
“Johann…”
“By the way, it’s really strange.”
“Wh, what is?”
“Why didn’t Mr. Andrew know about Wolfy’s existence?”
This is Andrew Pearson who proceeds with everything under thorough planning.
It’s hard to understand how he didn’t know about Wolfy.
‘Th, that’s because…’
‘We hid it!’
Everyone did it because they didn’t want to interfere with Johann.
Johann had only come down from the forest about 4 months ago.
They still wanted to protect him.
No, Emily and the girls had shaped public opinion that way.
‘But that ended with yesterday’s broadcast too!’
Why did he have to show such a cool side?
Of course it was good, but thinking about how Johann would become more famous and busy, making it harder to play with them, didn’t feel very good.
“So will you continue appearing on broadcasts?”
Emily quickly changes the subject.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to give up freedom for attention.”
“…Wow.”
They didn’t understand everything, but it was quite a cool thing to say.
Flash and the other boys looked at each other and repeated those words, and Johann wrinkled his nose bridge.
“Ah! Johann, Emily, Mason! It’s time!”
“Already?”
Surprised, he checked the clock and it really was time to leave.
“Then we’ll be back!”
“Bring snacks when you come back!”
“I want soup… Wak?!”
Johann, Emily, and Mason threw erasers at their friends who were saying useless things and quickly headed to the faculty office.
* * *
Whoosh!
A low mountain with cool wind blowing.
In front of a white building with a round roof, people wearing beige shirts and green name tag necklaces turn their heads to find the source of the applause.
“The students will arrive soon. Everyone please pay attention to student safety and try to ensure no complaints come in.”
“Yes!”
“Remember this. We didn’t rent this place today!”
“Yes-!”
As the staff members who answered loudly scattered to do final checks, the middle-aged man in his 50s who had given them the precautions looks at the 20s woman standing beside him.
“Did you contact the judges?”
“Yes. They said they’ll arrive by 2 o’clock!”
“Contact them once more after lunch.”
“Yes, understood.”
The woman who reset her phone alarm looks at the boxes piled up like mountains beside her and the items displayed on the table in front of them, sticking out her tongue.
“This time it’s tremendous too.”
“What can we do. It’s the founder’s will.”
Children’s imagination is limitless.
So don’t put limits on the materials for them to spread their wings of imagination.
This was the motto of the Ballin Competition, LA’s representative junior art contest now in its 52nd year.
He looked at the building with the round roof, Griffith Observatory, one of LA’s representative tourist attractions.
Vrooom!
A yellow school bus carrying seven Fairmont School students including Johann crosses through downtown LA.
“Oh.”
“Wow.”
Countless people passing by on the streets, children showing curiosity about a place they’ve never been to before.
Johann also shifts excitedly in his seat.
His first time on a school bus and first time seeing this neighborhood.
“It’s Chinatown!”
“Chinatown?”
The children stick their heads out the windows.
Chinatown that they’d only seen in movies and dramas.
A mysterious and dangerous place where Chinese occult, Kung Fu, and Chinese gangs all come together.
The children’s eyes couldn’t help but sparkle.
Seeing the children like this, Mason shows his disappointment.
“That way is Koreatown though…”
“Koreatown!”
“I know! Where the warriors are!”
The place protected by Korean Super Soldiers who, during the black riots in LA before they were even born, held off tens of thousands of rioters without any help from police.
If Chinatown was a mysterious and dangerous place, then Koreatown was where heroes lived.
“What’s Koreatown famous for?”
“If Korean Karate and Kung Fu fought, who would win?”
“It’s not Korean Karate… it’s Taekwondo…”
“Taekwondo! That name sounds cool!”
“Looks stronger! Do you learn Taekwondo too?”
“I, I’m a blue belt…”
“Ooooh!”
Perhaps because of the big incident they went through.
Johann felt pleased seeing Mason’s somewhat more active change, while also showing curiosity about the information regarding Koreatown.
The bus carrying the excited children drove on and on until it arrived at Griffith Observatory.
Bustling.
“Wow. There are so many kids!”
“Bishop came too.”
“Loma Linda is here too.”
Perhaps because it’s a prestigious competition in California.
It seemed like both private and public schools had all gathered.
The children whose shoulders had shrunk at the crowd that seemed to number in the hundreds straightened their shoulders when they saw Johann.
“Gasp! That, that person is?”
“Kyaa! It’s Johann!”
‘Huh?’
How do they know him?
Johann looked puzzled at the female students who were looking at him and acting flustered.
‘Could they be my fans?’
Johann began wondering if he should give them autographs.
“Everyone don’t lose sight of the person in front and follow me!”
“Yes!”
The Art II Teacher pushed through the crowd and approached the Ballin Competition official to announce that Fairmont School had arrived.
“You know that our competition provides all art supplies including paint from the organizers for fairness, right? You can pick as much as you want from over there!”
You could pick different things in the middle too.
The theme was anything freely chosen as long as it was at Griffith Observatory.
You just had to submit your drawing by 5 PM.
“Yes, understood! Let’s go!”
The Art II Teacher headed toward where boxes were stacked like mountains with the children, and Johann’s eyes widened when he saw the sample products displayed on the tables.
‘Wow, there’s so much…’
Art supplies densely displayed on tables lined up in a row.
‘Huh? They even have things like this.’
Johann’s eyes lit up when he saw certain materials.
* * *
Swoosh!
A few hours after Johann arrived, a luxury sedan parks in Griffith Observatory’s parking lot.
“We’ve arrived, Executive Director!”
“It’s Deputy Executive Director, not Executive Director.”
“Haha!”
An Asian Woman in her late thirties who got out of the car shaking her head gazes toward the direction where Griffith Observatory is located.
“Every time you visit LA, you always come to Griffith Observatory first. Is there a reason?”
Moon Seho perks up his ears.
“…It’s like a symbol of good luck for me.”
Her study abroad life at Parsons School of Design New York had been quite difficult due to racial discrimination and other issues. When her mind and body became too exhausted, she came to LA during vacation almost like an escape, and watching the enchanting night view from Griffith Observatory made her feel like all her wounds were being healed.
After that, she became more actively involved in school life, and perhaps because of that, the problems that had been troubling her disappeared like a lie.
‘I can’t tell him that.’
“This Griffith Observatory is where I met my current husband.”
“Oh! I see! Then it makes sense that you come every time! Hahaha!”
“By the way, there are a lot of people today.”
“Yes. It seems various schools came on group field trips.”
There are many yellow school buses.
‘I need to look around quickly and leave… Huh?’
“Who is that person?”
The woman’s eyes widened at a White Middle-aged Man passing in front of her.
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