Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A few weeks passed:

During lunchtime, after having a rough lunch at the company cafeteria, I checked my phone and saw a notice from the author of Conquering this world with Yasu.

[ Im sorry to write this

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but I can no longer continue serializing my work. I apologize once again]

Damn it

Sigh.

Cigarette smoke mixed with my breath drifted into the air.

Why did you f*cking do that.

It started off well. After posting his first chapter and receiving some light feedback, he began writing regularly. After about a week, he hit his first wall. He wrote, I cant seem to write lately and I generously donated 500 coins to support.

Damn 50,000 won! Thats worth a pack of cigarettes

At that moment, the money didnt seem like a waste at all.

After that, 4 days went by and the author reached 20 chapters. The length of each chapter was getting shorter, so I declared that I would write a full review if he reached 30 chapters.

He said he was grateful he said he would do his best even

Finally, the long-awaited 30th chapter arrived. After giving the congratulations in the comments, I immediately went straight to the community and spent 6 hours posting a full 5700-character review. The review made it to the best section, and there was a flood of traffic to the novel. It seemed like the novel was finally going to take off.

-Bang!

Unknowingly, I hit the bench in the smoking room with my clenched fist.

Those bastards

Thats right, the trolls ruined it all.

The story is a mess Im quitting now. Author, you should quit too~

Booooring Im quitting.

Wow, the plot is so stupidIm quitting.

After biting off the novel while making absurd comments, the trolls began to curse at me in the community.

Title: A Short Review of Conquering this world with Yasu.

23432: Youre a terrible writerget lost(click)

Goddess of Ang Kimochi: DD lol

The writer who farts: Looks like a baby. Wow, youre really going to say that?

I Always Cry: Seriously, he should just give up.

Did I give up there? Of course not. I fought back against the trolls one by one, refuting each negative comment as if it were a war.

23432: What do you know? Its not your work.

Goddess of Ang Kimochi: Maybe your mom should have used birth control.

Explorer: What do you know about the plot? Are you illiterate? Its called feminist build-up

Probability sucks?: Are you dyslexic? He did feminine build-up from episode 3, but what kind of bullshit is this, hahaha, what a mess your life is~

At their counterattacks, I didnt discriminate and launched some of my attacks too. But there was nothing that could stop the anger that was boiling up inside me.

Afterward, I hacked into the trolls GEO, IPs, and personal information, and managed to salvage the novel by any means necessary. That way, everything went back on track, or thats what I thought.

Fuck. You son of a bitch.

Perhaps he had suffered too much, because after a while, the publishing cycle became unstable and he ended up closing down the novel, posting a notice of closure all year round.

Sigh

If you were going to make an excuse, at least make it sincere

At 1 PM, 9 PM, or 3 AM, he used to post his writing whenever it was finished on the spot regardless of time and now he says, Im busy because of my job It was a fact that even the dog shit who passed by knew that his main job was being an unemployed person in the corner of the room.

Thank you for everything until now?

If youre grateful, repay it

There were still many things left undone, such as the unfinished illustrations waiting for completion, the unwritten reviews, and so many to be sponsorships

Tears well up in my eyes. Even when I was rejected by my first love, I didnt feel as sad as I did now.

My whole body twisted from the sense of loss caused by the sudden separation, but my experience as a Simhae Explorator helped me soothe my emotions.

Damn it I loved it, you bastard Please change your pen name for the next post

If he catches my eye again, I will pour out the resentment of the pure lover who was betrayed without hesitation.

While I was thinking that with burning cold anger, the entrance to the rooftop smoking room opened and a familiar person approached me.

It was Jeong Myung, the chief of the same department.

Sorry. There is a memorial service at home today.

What kind of ritual does your family hold once every month?

Its because my father is a conservative person.

But you were just laughing like someone going out to play?

I was just happy thinking about my younger brother whom I havent seen in a long time.

Eh is that so? Too bad

Director Hans expression drooped and changed to that of a puppy abandoned by the owner. Judging by that expression, it seemed that he had a big fight with his wife in the morning.

I could predict, the guy who would be taken by Director Han today would have to listen to long rumors about marriage and life until dawn.

Well, then Ill be going now. Its urgent.

Yes, go ahead.

Director Han, who quickly gave up and turned around at my determined attitude, saw Jeong Myung packing his luggage in a corner of the office and called him with a smile on his face.

Jeong Myung!

Amen, its hyung Jeong Myung

Confirming Jeong Myung, who looked bewildered at the Director, I turned around, silently muttered inwardly.

Wait, boys! Your Big Brother is coming!

No matter what happened to Jeong Myung, I, who had finished work perfectly, headed toward home with light steps.

*****

Crick.

Huh? Did I leave the door open and leave?

A rooftop apartment on the outskirts of Seoul. I lived alone in a house where an electronic door lock had not yet been installed and a key was used. so I occasionally left the door open like this.

Maybe I was a little sloppy today?

I murmured to myself, thinking about the novels I was going to read today. I entered my house and threw my suit haphazardly on the bed before setting up the fried chicken on the table.

Which one should I read~

The humming did not stop. My excitement soared like crazy as I thought about the fried chicken and novels that would perfectly conclude my day.

I opened the chicken box.

Oh

The golden color was enough to make it look like a golden bar

Fuck! This is Heven!

Physical contact between men and women? Bodily fluids? That was what real Heaven was.

Taking out the chicken from the box, I went to the sink and tore off the tip, and discarded the broth. After that, I grabbed a glass, opened the refrigerator, took out a beer, and opened the cold lid with a crispy pop sound. Tipping the glass slightly to prevent too much foam, I filled the glass little by little.

Gulp.

Filling a transparent beer glass with golden honey, I held a smartphone in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, and started a full-fledged routine.

Crunch.

A deep-fried batter that crumbles in your mouth, and the thick juice that oozes out between them, the prologue of the novel made my heart flutter in addition to the sensation of a blast of flavors in my mouth.

I was at the peak of my happiness.

Ah, this is so haven!

Oh, life was so beautiful. Even until lunchtime, I had the feeling of sinking to the floor but now it led me to heaven drawing an endless upward curve at some point.

The moment I began to ponder, Am I going to die of happiness?

Bam!

-Thud.

With a dull noise, my body collapsed.

The pain spread heavily through the back of my head, and my vision became blurred.

Uh? Am I really going to heaven?

Was it too much happiness for me to handle? My consciousness wasnt functioning properly. The world quickly flickered and I lost consciousness as my mind sank and drowsiness poured over me.

Swish.

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In the world flickering and dimming, I felt a sensation of seeing a persons shadow and then lost consciousness.

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Hehe I found you~!