SOLDES
Jusqu'à -70% sur une sélection d'articles*
The Weight of the Unseen Talent
Par :Formats :
Disponible dans votre compte client Decitre ou Furet du Nord dès validation de votre commande. Le format ePub est :
- Compatible avec une lecture sur My Vivlio (smartphone, tablette, ordinateur)
- Compatible avec une lecture sur liseuses Vivlio
- Pour les liseuses autres que Vivlio, vous devez utiliser le logiciel Adobe Digital Edition. Non compatible avec la lecture sur les liseuses Kindle, Remarkable et Sony
, qui est-ce ?Notre partenaire de plateforme de lecture numérique où vous retrouverez l'ensemble de vos ebooks gratuitement
Pour en savoir plus sur nos ebooks, consultez notre aide en ligne ici
- FormatePub
- ISBN8224199570
- EAN9798224199570
- Date de parution21/02/2026
- Protection num.pas de protection
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurDraft2Digital
Résumé
The Weight of the Unseen TalentA Novel That Will Change How You See Your LifeWhat if everything you believed about success was wrong?In a world obsessed with money, achievement, and self-improvement, one ancient story has been used for centuries to justify it all: the Parable of the Talents. "To those who have, more will be given." We've heard it as a divine endorsement of capitalism, a spiritual license to accumulate, a heavenly command to multiply our wealth.
But what if we've been reading it backwards?The StoryThree strangers board a bus to Busan on an ordinary day. Minsu has just achieved what he spent ten years fighting for-one hundred million won in his bank account. He skipped weddings, buried his youth, and abandoned love to build a fortress of financial security. The numbers never lie. The numbers never leave. Hyejin has lived by the only currency the world taught her: her beauty.
"You're pretty, so you'll be fine, " they told her at seventeen. Now, approaching thirty, she watches her value depreciate in real time and wonders if she was ever more than a reflection. Gwangsu trusts nothing but data. A former boy who once prayed "Lord, use me, " he now worships at the altar of the market, where God does not intervene and numbers never betray. Cynicism is his shield; calculation is his faith.
Their destinations are different. Their obsessions are the same: the talent. But the bus never arrives. The QuestionIn the silence between life and death, they find themselves in a chapel. A pastor speaks the ancient words: "A man going on a journey called his servants and entrusted his wealth to them..." Two doors appear. And a single command:"Now, make your choice."What follows is not a judgment, but a revelation.
Each must face the life they actually lived-not the life they pretended to live. Minsu watches his younger self cling to his father's leg as the man leaves forever, and hears the question: "What did you learn that day?" Hyejin walks through a gallery of mirrors, each reflection whispering "You're pretty, so you'll be fine, " until one mirror shows her something she had forgotten: a moment of genuine warmth she gave to another.
Gwangsu stands in the church of his youth, watching his younger self tremble with sincerity, and realizes his cynicism was never wisdom-it was fear wearing armor. The scale appears. On one side: "What was Entrusted." On the other: "How it Was Used."Their millions, their beauty, their abilities-these have no mass. They do not move the scale. But other things do. Small things. Invisible things. The night Minsu secretly slipped money into his mother's purse.
The dawn Hyejin listened to a friend's broken heart. The moments Gwangsu gave without a name. These light, intangible things begin to tip the scale with the weight of stars. And then they understand:The talent was never money. The talent was time. The QuestionIn the silence between life and death, they find themselves in a chapel. A pastor speaks the ancient words: "A man going on a journey called his servants and entrusted his wealth to them..." Two doors appear.
And a single command:"Now, make your choice."
But what if we've been reading it backwards?The StoryThree strangers board a bus to Busan on an ordinary day. Minsu has just achieved what he spent ten years fighting for-one hundred million won in his bank account. He skipped weddings, buried his youth, and abandoned love to build a fortress of financial security. The numbers never lie. The numbers never leave. Hyejin has lived by the only currency the world taught her: her beauty.
"You're pretty, so you'll be fine, " they told her at seventeen. Now, approaching thirty, she watches her value depreciate in real time and wonders if she was ever more than a reflection. Gwangsu trusts nothing but data. A former boy who once prayed "Lord, use me, " he now worships at the altar of the market, where God does not intervene and numbers never betray. Cynicism is his shield; calculation is his faith.
Their destinations are different. Their obsessions are the same: the talent. But the bus never arrives. The QuestionIn the silence between life and death, they find themselves in a chapel. A pastor speaks the ancient words: "A man going on a journey called his servants and entrusted his wealth to them..." Two doors appear. And a single command:"Now, make your choice."What follows is not a judgment, but a revelation.
Each must face the life they actually lived-not the life they pretended to live. Minsu watches his younger self cling to his father's leg as the man leaves forever, and hears the question: "What did you learn that day?" Hyejin walks through a gallery of mirrors, each reflection whispering "You're pretty, so you'll be fine, " until one mirror shows her something she had forgotten: a moment of genuine warmth she gave to another.
Gwangsu stands in the church of his youth, watching his younger self tremble with sincerity, and realizes his cynicism was never wisdom-it was fear wearing armor. The scale appears. On one side: "What was Entrusted." On the other: "How it Was Used."Their millions, their beauty, their abilities-these have no mass. They do not move the scale. But other things do. Small things. Invisible things. The night Minsu secretly slipped money into his mother's purse.
The dawn Hyejin listened to a friend's broken heart. The moments Gwangsu gave without a name. These light, intangible things begin to tip the scale with the weight of stars. And then they understand:The talent was never money. The talent was time. The QuestionIn the silence between life and death, they find themselves in a chapel. A pastor speaks the ancient words: "A man going on a journey called his servants and entrusted his wealth to them..." Two doors appear.
And a single command:"Now, make your choice."






















