Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 5)

Chapter 870: The End of The Scenario (3)

'These bastards went nuts. Nuts.'

I even wanted to put special background music on that scene. It was so moving I was almost in tears. Fuck.

'Okay. Fuck. To be honest, the moment they created is amazing.'

He was definitely a god worthy to partake in the final clash.

The truth was a little different, but they looked like heroes going against the demon who was trying to devour the continent.

Where else could this miracle that united everyone at the decisive moment have happened?

The scene was so amazing that it made me think a bright tomorrow awaited us. It was like I could already hear hopeful music playing.

Familiar faces were still coming out of the magic circles.

Not all of them were from the Blue Guild. There were some joining in that I couldn't even remember the names of, but they had all probably been helped by or benefited from the Son of Light, considering their faces held more than determination.

They looked like they couldn't watch me suffer any longer and that they'd do everything to save the Son of Light. It was as if they were telling me it was their turn to help me now...

It felt good to see so many people yelling for the Son of Light, but at the same time, it made me nervous.

'Jihye, is this right?'

Our original scenario wasn't like this. There were too many uninvited guests.

Jung Hayan, for example.

'That bastard Raphael, too.'

I'd thought Jihye was going to talk to Han Sora, but anyone could see she was on the verge of losing reason.

Seeing strange monsters exploding like firecrackers while she maintained the teleportation magic hadn't put me at ease. Although Han Sora was marking her closely, she would probably feel like she was riding a tightrope from her perspective.

It wouldn't be strange if a meteorite fell here as soon as she slipped off of that tiny thread.

Had I known she was coming, I would have at least concealed my appearance.

"D-D-Die. I'll kill you. D-Die..."

"Jung Hayan? Jung Hayan?"

The gray pigeon, whom I suspected was the culprit behind all this, was showing off his strength while proving that he was still in good health, but...

"Hyung! It's me, Raphael! I'm here!"

'You're not the main character here. Fuck. You have a minor role!'

He had to stop stepping over his line. Why was the supporting actor acting as the lead actor and improvising without permission?

As someone who had to make a perfect scene, I couldn't stand the chaos among the artists.

"Sniff... Hyung... You motherfucker! Aaaaaaaaaah!"

'Piss off. Really. You're too emotional. Don't take the spotlight from our Hyunsung, you bastard.'

The overall image itself wasn't that bad, but looking into the details, I was going to go crazy.

I doubted this had even been right in the first place.

Of course, we were earning a lot from the people. I fully understood director Lee Jihye's intentions, who wanted to deliver hope and a message to mankind...

But I kept seeing members of the production overstepping their boundaries. To be honest, it wasn't that our main actor didn't sell many tickets. That gray bird just dared to keep flying around.