Chapter 79
Translator: uly
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Is the Writer Omnipotent?
“Okay! Cut!”
At Tae-seong’s shout, the staff and actors burst into applause all at once.
“Great work!!”
“You all did amazing!”
The filming for Otherworld Chef Season 2 had finally wrapped.
It had been a grueling two-month march.
No one had even gone home properly, shooting every single day.
But there were no complaints.
They were receiving generous pay and top-notch treatment.
More than that, they’d all heard the news.
“Director, great job.”
“You too, Director O. Thanks to you, we made something special.”
“Haha, I appreciate that. So, when does it go up on Netflix?”
The actors and staff perked up their ears.
Some even stared outright in his direction.
They were curious, too.
They knew it was going on Netflix, but no exact date had been set.
Having a project they worked on appear on that massive platform was a huge deal for them.
Tae-seong smiled and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“Asia should be available sometime this month. The U.S. will get its official promo reveal in a month, then full release a month after that.”
“Whoa! It’s really happening soon.”
“Um, Director, did you say official promo?”
Kim Dae-sik, the sound director who’d been listening, approached.
“Yes. I was planning to mention it at dinner tonight, but with Otherworld Chef Season 1’s Netflix launch coming up, we’re doing a stage greeting and promo at Comic-Con in the States.”
“No way—promo in the U.S.?”
“Yeah. HQ set it up for us, so we’re making it happen.”
“Ooh! Congrats!”
“Man—shooting wraps today, and this news? Total jackpot!”
The set’s energy skyrocketed.
“Alright! Filming’s done, so let’s have a wrap party, right? Keeping it light today, but I’ll set something up properly soon!”
Cheers erupted again at Tae-seong’s words.
* * *
The next day.
Gabriel visited the office after a long time.
“You’re here.”
“Yeah. Feels like forever since I’ve been back.”
“You’ve been stuck at the Gangwon site. Anyway, stomach okay? Looked like you drank a ton last night.”
“Heh! I handled Uriel, remember? That’s nothing.”
Tae-seong nodded at the mention of Uriel.
The guy dubbed heaven’s top drinker.
Gabriel was the only one who could keep up.
“Yeah, true.”
“I’ll get some coffee.”
“Please.”
Gabriel headed to the break room.
A moment later.
He returned with two cups in hand.
“Here you go.”
“Your coffee always smells different—like better.”
No exaggeration.
Gabriel’s brewing was on another level.
Even instant mix became something else in his hands.
“Coffee’s profound. This world’s culture is so advanced—it’s fun to study.”
“Good to hear.”
Slurp!
One sip brought a light acidity and bitterness that danced on the tongue then faded.
A smile crept up involuntarily.
“Oh, right—you free next month?”
“Yes. Cleared my schedule a month before and after shooting to focus on the drama.”
Gabriel was a top model and actor.
He’d only done Otherworld Chef so far, but his star power was sky-high.
His unique looks and aura drew companies in droves.
The ad world’s blue chip, swamped daily.
Yet he didn’t chase the money.
Made sense.
He wasn’t human.
So he lived leisurely.
“Then come to the U.S. with me.”
“The promo?”
“Yeah. Better than me setting up the stage solo—having a lead actor there helps.”
“Hm, fair point. I’m good. Schedule’s open till then. Agency’ll be fine—no reason to say no.”
Tae-seong agreed.
CEO Choi Woo-jong wouldn’t object.
He’d welcome it with open arms.
“And I’ve got other stuff in the U.S.”
“Other stuff?”
“Yeah. Mask Singer’s getting a U.S. version. They imported the format.”
“Oh? You appearing?”
“The producers asked.”
“Sounds fun. Mind if I watch?”
“What’s the issue?”
“But if you advance in the competition, you’re locked in for more rounds, right? Scheduling nightmare.”
Gabriel had a point.
Tae-seong was a bit worried.
But recently.
Shin PD had shared the U.S. Mask Singer format.
And the worry vanished.
“It’ll be fun.”
Tae-seong smiled meaningfully.
* * *
Otherworld Chef Season 1 dropped on Netflix in Asia.
It was already a YouTube hit, but Korean-only limited reach.
Netflix tailored services per country—easy access.
Japan, Taiwan, Thailand, Singapore.
Simultaneous launches in Netflix’s Asian markets showed solid results.
‘Not bad, considering minimal promo.’
Basic promo happened, but full rollout per country was tough.
Budget and schedule-wise.
So Netflix planned heavy U.S. promo from HQ.
U.S. success would boost everywhere else.
“Here’s hoping it does well.”
Ji-yeon had scouted this herself.
Pitched it straight to HQ—they greenlit.
Execs knew the content was gold.
But failure? Her neck on the line.
So Team Leader Ji-yeon prayed hard for success.
‘Why’d the writer head to the U.S. so early?’
Two days ago.
Message from Tae-seong.
[I’ve got business, so I’ll head there first. Hit me up when you arrive.]
No details.
Curious.
‘Sightseeing?’
Only thing that fit.
‘Makes sense—Season 2 turned out magical.’
Got the Season 2 edit recently.
Meant to just check—hooked after Episode 1.
Binged all night.
Insane immersion.
‘And the CG—unreal.’
Korean film CG lagged—manpower shortage.
But Otherworld Chef Season 2’s? Jaw-dropping polish.
Domestic and global buzz incoming.
‘Must’ve been exhausted.’
She could imagine Tae-seong’s grind.
He’d earned a break.
The misunderstanding deepened.
* * *
First U.S. trip this life.
But many lives, many visits.
No big thrill.
“Humans love building so tall.”
Gabriel gazed out from the New York hotel balcony.
“Showing off. Architecture’s pretty solid, though?”
“Fair.”
Click!
Gabriel shut the balcony door and turned.
Something from the airport popped up.
‘Never thought I’d do a signing.’
Started small.
A few Korean Otherworld Chef fans asked.
Gabriel obliged happily.
Mistake.
Signing drew tourists.
New York swarmed with them.
Didn’t know him, but looks, vibe, signing—Hollywood star vibes.
Crowd jammed the airport, chaos ensued.
Staff broke it up eventually.
Expected a scolding—nope.
Even they got signatures.
‘Archangel gonna archangel.’
Long-time companion now.
Used to it.
But first meet? Stunned.
Even guys saw the handsomeness.
That archangel aura snared hearts.
“Speaking of.”
“Yes?”
“Random thought—you’ve got a similar guy, right?”
“Ah… the fallen brother.”
Fallen brother.
First angel, first fall.
Demon King.
Satan.
Many names, one true:
“What was his name?”
“Lucifer.”
Clashed many times with hell’s king.
Always scheming heaven’s return.
Had to cross the middle realm—God opened doors to me each time.
Bitter enemies.
“When’d I last fight him?”
“Life 888. He rallied his army, grinding his teeth.”
“Right. Sealed him away.”
“Yes. Said more fights were annoying. Shocked me and the four archangels.”
Even God struggled with Lucifer.
Sealing him casually? Tae-seong seemed monstrous.
“Shame—if not enemy, he had charm.”
“Lucifer was Father’s masterpiece, full of love. Tarnished by fall, but perfect angel. Father was heartbroken by the betrayal—poured less into us after.”
Betrayal hits parents hard.
Even God.
“Why bring up Lucifer suddenly?”
“Just popped up. If he were here, he’d have your presence.”
“Probably. But he’s sealed in a dimensional rift—can’t be here.”
“Yeah. Early night—long flight’s tiring.”
“Yes, sir.”
U.S. Mask Singer recording in two days.
Tae-seong planned condition tweaks till then.