Addict's Recovery Journal

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“Young Master, wake up! It's time for your meds! ”

I opened my eyes to a strange voice.

A strange ceiling.

It's an annoyingly cliché, but I couldn't think of anything other than that common expression.

I wake up in a strangely soft bed. The view of the room came into view, and I opened my eyes wide.

Where am I?

It wasn't my studio.

Various works of art hang on the stone walls and ancient wooden furniture are placed all over the place. It is not a room that seems to be in Korea. I think I saw a room similar to this in a film with a modern European background.

“· · Young Master? Are you okay?"

The comet woke me up and tickled my ear again. I only look around with my soul down, and then I look away in the direction of my voice.

Purple hair, green eyes, cheeky face. There was a girl who looked roughly mid-teens. Looking at the necessities, it does not look like a Korean. It's hard to say which race isn't Western.

What bothers me more is that she's wearing a makeup. Comics, novels, that kind of thing.

“· · · Dream? ”

Suddenly, I felt a clear pain after pinching my cheeks.

“Are you still awake, young master? ”

“Young master, am I not? ”

“D, Young Master? Why are you suddenly hitting on girls with respect again? ”

Maid's face suddenly grows soft and she starts to regain consciousness.

When I saw him, I frowned. It's because the unpleasant possibilities have crossed my mind.

Is this some kind of stealth camera? ’

But is there anyone who can water me in this cumbersome way? Straw isn't completely random, but it's unlikely.

I opened my mouth with caution.

“Hey · · · I want to ask you a question. ”

“Young master, have you forgotten the name of Linea? You've obviously had a head injury lately, but you didn't have any problems until yesterday! ”

I think her name is Linea. What do you mean, I've got a head injury? I don't know what it is, but I'm in trouble if she's uncooperative. Let's just set the mood.

· · · I'm sorry, Lina. I guess you were right. I couldn't sleep. So can I ask you a question? ”

“Yes, go ahead. ”

“Who do you think I am, calling you Young Master? ”

Linia smiles profoundly at my question.

“Then you will be the next Duke of Poden Stroke, who rules this kingdom. Is there a problem, Master Aiden? ”

I wonder why I suddenly ask this question. But I didn't care about her reaction.

Duke stroke.

Aiden.

A familiar keyword reminds me of one possibility. It's a good idea for anyone who reads web novels all day long.

“· · No way. ”

I got up and stood in front of the full-body mirror in the corner of the room.

And I lost my words.

“Is this me? ”

There was a pig standing in the mirror, not just me.

He was the owner of a visual that seemed to roll to the ground if kicked. After being shocked and holding still for a while, I felt one question.

By the way, how are you communicating with Lina who looks like a foreigner? Have we spoken Korean so far?

It wasn't.

I naturally understood and spoke a language I had never heard before.

You can't be serious.

I think I'm crazy to think of myself.

No, but this is all I have.

“Lina, do you know what day of the year and month this is? ”

A question that any modern person would never understand. But she opened her mouth without a worry.

“Today is December 11, 981. Is there a problem, young lady? ”

That's what I thought.

There is no such thing as years and validity in reality. It is also not on Earth's calendar in 13 months. Above all, my appearance is becoming the first obese man I've ever seen.

There was one thing you could know about it. This is the world of recapsicilli continental chronology, the web novel I saw the day before.

That was about seven years before the beginning of the original.

2.

The late Duke of Stroke, Aiden.

He is a character in my one-of-a-kind novel, "The Chronicles of Recapsicilli Continent."

I remember it distinctly because it is a character with the same name as my nickname. However, in fact, the percentage of Iden in fiction is very small.

He will, too. He's already dead in the novel's prime time. Several statements mentioned its existence and did not appear in person. It would be more appropriate to describe a person as a person of configuration than a character.

That's why I only know one thing about Aiden. I don't know what he was doing in particular, but he's been called a complete wreck his whole life.

Anyway, it's been a whole day since I possessed that jackass.

I took the liberty of accepting that this situation was neither a dream nor a hidden camera. I can't believe it, but I don't know what the reality in front of me is. I heard that if unrealism crosses the threshold, it will be buried in the opposite direction, and the situation is exactly the same.

“Here's your Lobe tea, young lady. ”

Linia, the maid next of kin, picks up her car and gives it a quick glance, and it reaches all over her mouth. This feels more like a hot chocolate than a tea. Aiden likes to drink this stuff.

Just as the party was replenished, I slowly recall the memories.

Obviously, shortly before I woke up here, I noticed the poor epilogue of 'Le Daeyeon’ and left a long comment.

Later, writer NonameC invited me to a chat room and offered me a makeover job at Le Daeyeon.

He lost consciousness right after that.

When I woke up, I was in a novel.

In the context of pre- and post-war events, it is clear that NonameC, the author of 'Le Daeyeon’, sent me here as a model. And the intention was also easy to understand.

“· · · Does this mean that you want me to remake the content of 'Le Daeyeon’ while running on my own feet? ”

The situation I was facing was similar to the introduction used in genre novels commonly referred to as‘ bookbindings’. I never thought I'd have to go through that typical cliché.

The question was raised.

What the hell is NonameC doing to deserve this crap?

If you were that big in the first place, would you have had to put me in charge of novel makeup?

I thought about it for a moment, but when I thought about it now, when I didn't have much information, I could find a clear answer.

Linia tilts her head toward me, frowning.

“What's the matter, young master? From yesterday, you asked a strange question, said something to the air with nothing, and the last time you hit your head, you came to a problem · ·”

And then she said I had a head injury yesterday.

From what I've just told you, I think Aiden got hit in the head by someone, which is a strange story to think about. Who dares to hit the Grand Duke?

“Who hit me in the head? ”

“Yes? Don't you remember? ”

“Never mind the trivia. Tell me who I hit, why I hit. thoroughly before and after.”

In response to my demands, Linia made a questionable and thorough explanation.

“Not long ago, you were involved in the distribution of drugs in the country and were tailed by investigators. It was three days ago that the angry Grand Duke hit his head and collapsed. ”

“ · · · · · · · · · ”

I have nothing to say if it was the Grand Duke himself.

You were involved in drug trafficking, by the way? He doesn't even show up on the front page, but I never thought there'd be such a scary rear end. He deserves to be called a wreck.

And all the karma that the wretch has accumulated, I, the possessor, am going to turn it all upside down.

It was unfair, but at the same time I thought it was reasonably bearable.

In fact, I was not so foolish in real life. It was because there was no family I could rely on, close acquaintances, or vision for the future.

But what about here?

The character I possessed, Aiden, is a great beast. Although reputations among citizens are struggling to hit the ground, they are piercing the mantle and rushing towards the inner core in real time, they are still the son of the Grand Duke. If you change your mind and behavior, you can live a lifetime of courtesy, and most of the status you can have if you want it.

Moreover, there was one special advantage to me that even such a huge background was so colourless. It is that I had a tremendous passion for 'Le Daeyeon’ before the ice age.

It's not just the level I normally liked. My knowledge of this novel was at the level of a master's degree in almost one field, to be added to the exaggeration.

Information presented directly in writing.

Character sheets in the author's review box.

Background settings posted as announcements.

I once organized and supplemented those settings that spread in the Middle East to create a timetable for the Leadayeon World Tube.

“· · · And I still remember the contents of the year. ”

Anything is possible as long as you use the rich knowledge in your head.

Also, my personal desires can be achieved. This means that the myriad of repairs that have not seen light can be recovered from this work, and this can lead to a proper end.

Yeah, it is.

After all, I was an addict to a novel called Recapsicily Continent Chronicle. Above all, I was glad that I could remake this novel with my own hands.

“This is worth · · · · trying. ”

I've been trying to come up with information that could be useful in my head.

For now, it is about seven years before the beginning of the novel.

Then, what is the most remarkable event that will take place in the stroke kingdom in the seven years before the headquarters began?

The death of the current Grand Duke, Poden.

In August 985, 4 years from now, Samnam Riddlet of the Stroke family will be crowned the Duke's successor.

In the same way, Aiden is expected to die within four years. Since the next one is alive and well, there is no way he will inherit the title.

The problem is I don't know the exact reason this pig died.

In the novel, it's just that the Stroke family had three sons, both the eldest and the youngest died. ’That was all there was to it.

“It is imperative that we find out why the original Eiden died. ”

As I set my goals right away, I smiled unconsciously. It's because adapting to this unrealistic situation was too fast even for me.

Then, the pig in the mirror also poured the flesh around his mouth in a cheerful tone.

· · · No, is that a smile?

It is hard to distinguish between what is and what is an emotional expression due to severe obesity. After being conscious, this body buried in the flesh feels unbearably stuffy.

“· · · Let's lose some weight first. ”

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