Surviving as a Plagiarist in Another World

The Neverland theme park was created using all the resources and IP power of the Homer Foundation.

I visited the newly opened “Arabian Nights” attractions and unexpectedly encountered the duo of the Lazy King and the Fortunate King.

Surprisingly, the two seemed to be quite close.

“Did you come together?”

“We just happened to run into each other. It’s fate, so we decided to experience the attractions together.”

“Ah, I see.”

Being the only theme park of its kind in the world, occurrences like this weren’t too surprising.

I accepted this fact easily. The world was smaller than one might think.

As the creator of the theme park, I posed a new question.

“It left nothing to be desired.”

“If Roc looked more terrifying, it would have been even better! Something sharper, more fitting of its name as a monstrous bird, wouldn’t you agree?”

The Fortunate King chuckled and nodded, while the Lazy King provided feedback in a lighthearted voice that lacked any sense of authority.

Both seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed the theme park.

“Since ‘Sinbad’s Adventures’ is also used by children, we couldn’t make it too scary. But I’ll take that into consideration when creating attractions for adults.”

“If you need money, just let me know. I’ll sponsor you, even if it means using all of Harren’s royal treasury.”

“Ah, then next time, could you lend me your airship? It would be great to use it for an event.”

“Haha!”

Though we could create airships using the Blue Tower’s magical technology now, Harren’s royal airship, Master of the Skies, was on a completely different level.

Towering as it floated, casting shadows on the ground as if obscuring the heavens themselves—it was something that current material engineering couldn’t even dream of replicating.

Wasn’t there a legend that it was made from dragon hide? I’d have to ask a transcendental dragon slayer about it later.

“You’re probably the only one in the world who could casually ask to borrow Harren’s treasure like it’s a fountain pen.”

“Really? I thought His Majesty’s personality was such that he would lend it to anyone who asked.”

“Exactly! But the thing is, people don’t even bother asking in the first place. Doesn’t that tell you how unserious Harren’s citizens are?”

“Well… isn’t it because they don’t really need it?”

For me, running a theme park meant needing the airship for events, but how often does one need such a massive airship?

It would definitely be imposing to ask to borrow it just out of curiosity.

Then again, knowing the Lazy King’s personality, he probably wouldn’t mind letting someone use it just because they were bored.

“How about repainting it to match the Arabian Nights theme?”

“The royal retainers of Harren would probably faint, so I’ll decline.”

“…Do you always talk like this?”

As the Lazy King and I exchanged ideas about using the airship, the Fortunate King asked with a slightly exasperated voice.

Before I could grasp his intention, the Lazy King chuckled mischievously and nodded.

“Indeed, Your Majesty. That’s why I can’t help but like this friend of mine.”

“Uh? Oh, thank you.”

“Tsk…”

The Fortunate King clicked his tongue, looking visibly displeased.

It seemed he didn’t like how the Lazy King behaved so casually, lacking dignity.

If the Lazy King was the type of ruler who deliberately displayed a friendly attitude to avoid showcasing authority, the Fortunate King was the kind of monarch who purposely acted more dignified to ensure people respected the hierarchy.

Either way, both their manners were considerate of others, which made them good people.

The Fortunate King seemed about to complain, but after letting out a groan, he shifted the subject.

“Homer.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Come to think of it, you haven’t been visiting the royal library recently. You have the privilege, so don’t hesitate to visit whenever you like.”

“Oh, I’ve already read all the books in the library.”

“…All of them?”

“Yes.”

“That must be tens of thousands of volumes.”

“About thirty thousand, roughly.”

“There are many written in ancient languages that haven’t been deciphered yet.”

“Oh, I deciphered those myself.”

“…What?”

I had discovered while experimenting with the “Library of Transcendence,” which automatically stored every text I read, that it allowed me to comprehend books regardless of the language.

Thanks to that, I was able to read in full even those old tomes that I had only been able to skim for a few scattered words.

“I left a guidebook on ancient language interpretation in the library. Didn’t you see it? I think I even wrote it down on the catalog.”

“…I haven’t visited the library often enough to notice.”

“Ah, I see.”

Hearing this unexpected information, the Fortunate King let out a baffled laugh.

The scene was so amusing that the Lazy King, standing nearby, also burst into laughter.

Rather than that─.

“The parade is about to start. Would you both like to watch it together?”

“…….”

The Fortunate King, after contemplating for a moment, cautiously nodded at my question.

Meanwhile, the Lazy King, for some reason, burst into laughter once again.

Hmm.

Why, really?

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As the parade, featuring countless characters from novels, marched on, the Lazy King glanced at a man called ‘Homer,’ who was jotting something down in a notebook.

More precisely, he looked at the golden, radiant threads connected to him.

Like a halo of an angel, the threads of charity stretched out in thousands, intertwining with countless individuals.

For example, the Lazy King himself.

Or even the Fortunate King, who was watching the parade beside him.

“Weren’t you planning to leave before the final event to avoid feeling regret for staying until the end?”

“…Declining the suggestion of Writer Homer would be the greater regret.”

“Haha! That’s true.”

“Tsk….”

Who else in this world could make the fearsome Emperor of Fortune wear such an awkward expression?

No, more than that.

Who else in this world could make so many people laugh like this?

The people watching this parade, spending time with their families while smiling—every single one of them was touched by Homer’s grace.

‘And it’s not just them.’

In the distant past, a thousand years ago, a savior descended to this land and triumphed against the world, bringing charity and love to it.

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Yet even that savior was eventually crucified and killed by his own people—by the sons and daughters of humankind….

No one can receive universal love.

No one can teach universal love to everyone.

In the end, aren’t humans pitiful beings who prioritize bread in their hands over grandiose teachings?

Nevertheless, Homer managed to achieve it.

He made the powerful relinquish their power willingly.

He made capitalists share their wealth willingly.

He made the discriminators respect the discriminated, and the oppressed forgive the oppressors.

No grand rhetoric or exaggeration was necessary for this fact.

It was simply an undeniable truth.

Truly, the peaceful world of today was sustained solely through the grace of one man.

To the Lazy King’s eyes, it was all crystal clear.

But.

If there was one concerning point.

“…Writer Homer.”

“Yes, Your Majesty the Eternal King.”

“Do you… have any thoughts about pursuing romance?”

“Excuse me?”

Perhaps it was that Homer, as a person, seemed incapable of feeling affection for others.

Honestly, it was hard to imagine Writer Homer pouring his affections into anything other than books.

Of course, from the perspective of this world’s fate, that might actually be a good thing.

As long as Homer remained a “Transcendent of Literature,” the world could continue to live eternally under his charity.

Artists would create countless works of beauty.

Children would receive education no matter the circumstances.

All discrimination and hatred would become scandals that brought introspection, and all rulers would wield their authority only within the bounds of Homer’s intentions.

If Homer remained unchanged, so too would the world remain unchanged.

On the contrary, if Homer were to fall deeply in love with someone, and that love led him to favor someone unfairly, then the moment the recipient of that love harbored even a speck of greed, the world would collapse.

It’s not uncommon for a peerless beauty, adored by all, to bring down a nation.

Still.

Hmm.

No matter how one thought about it, it felt too one-sided.

A person who does not love others… bearing the responsibility of offering boundless grace and charity to everyone… and receiving everyone’s love in return.

It seemed.

Far too one-sided.

Even if Homer were satisfied with such unilateral charity, in the end, it would only embarrass the whole world.

“If you’re open to it, I could introduce you to my younger sister.”

“Excuse me?”

“Of course, there’s a slight age gap, but the Harren lineage is long-lived, ages slowly, and is exceedingly beautiful.”

“Um. That’s─.”

“Don’t spout nonsense.”

“Huh?”

Just as the Lazy King voiced his thoughts.

The Fortunate King, who had quietly approached, inserted himself between them and glared at the Lazy King.

“Writer Homer is the treasure of our empire. I cannot permit him to be tied to the Harren Royal Family as Emperor. Rather, the Imperial Family of our empire would be a more fitting match.”

“Doesn’t Your Majesty the Fortunate King lack a younger sister?”

“I have a daughter. A lovely one who admires Writer Homer deeply.”

“Uh? As far as I know, Your Majesty the Fortunate King only has sons—.”

─The truth.

The Lazy King, through his unique insight, could see that the Fortunate King’s words were indeed true.

“…It’s true?”

“Indeed. So give up on Writer Homer.”

“Well, wouldn’t Writer Homer’s opinion matter the most? Besides, he hasn’t even met my younger sister yet. I simply wished to arrange an opportunity for them to meet.”

The Lazy King took a step back.

He then casually placed a hand on Homer’s shoulder and asked.

“What do you think, Writer Homer?”

“Well. Honestly, my family has been hinting lately that I should get married. It’s a bit late, isn’t it? I do feel some pressure, but I haven’t given much thought to meeting women.”

“Hmm, I see! Well, if you’re not thinking about it, there’s no helping it. Living freely is often the best choice, after all.”

The tension of the moment subsided, and the conversation shifted back to the parade.

And.

The next day, rumors that Homer was seeking a marriage partner spread throughout the empire.

The mailbox of the Fríden Count’s household exploded.