Web novel written by God

One side of the table suddenly appeared in the space of the command post.

In addition to the laptop, a coffee cup with the name of a famous franchise also appeared.

The writer was wearing a white suit as always. What about glasses?

When I was still, the artist took off his glasses and showed me. Then, he puts his index finger where the glasses should be and wriggles.

“why. Do you think God has bad eyesight? I was working at a cafe.”

A mischievous smile spread across the author’s face.

“… … Are you fancy?”

“Let’s call it work clothes for going out.”

At first glance, the author was in a very good mood. It was only because it was gaining momentum as it went beyond the 10th episode of the series.

The ranking of the contest is rapidly rising, and the number of comments is noticeably increasing than before.

“This time is special.”

“yes?”

“Should I listen to you calling? It’s great because you’re doing well, especially.”

“Ahh. Yes. I was doing well.”

“But what are you dissatisfied with this time?”

The writer got up from his seat after taking a sip of coffee.

In a world where everything has stopped. The only things that were alive and moving were the writer and me, so the sounds we made rang louder than ever.

Tumble.

The sound of the artist’s footsteps on the classroom floor somehow made me nervous.

Just like when you see a treasured sword for the first time, you get chills from the conversation, and now it is like that. The author greeted me with a smile, but I couldn’t.

The more I immerse myself in the character, the longer I spend breathing in this world.

Forgotten senses awaken.

At that time when it was not easy to talk, the writer came up to me and put his hand on the head of the bald team leader.

“I need to get my hands on this character. look.”

The bald head is round and pretty with no broken spots.

As if even the writer couldn’t stand it, he rubbed the bald team leader’s head.

“Even though time has passed, not a single hair has grown. Even a drop of sweat slips. Totally bald. This is not enough to push yourself, it’s hair loss. right?”

slap.

The writer lightly stroked his bald head and giggled.

“Oh oh! look at this guy Do you have any taste?”

slap. slap.

The writer even gave me a rhythm and hit my bald head.

It seems to be mocking, but isn’t the truth the creator’s touch?

It must be an honor for the person involved… … ji?

“You try too. The taste really kills me.”

Even if it wasn’t, the sound was so good that I was curious about it. Well, it’s not going to happen to them anyway.

It was exactly as the author said. As if handling a newborn baby’s lovely buttocks, I only snapped at my wrists, straining as much as possible.

slap.

The sound came out really nice.

“Right? This isn’t shave, it’s hair loss. It’s completely bald.”

“yes. I think it should be treated as a side effect of foreign service.”

“I think I’ll make some more bald heads.”

“Then next time, let’s make it bald and fat, not bald.”

“A bald fat man?”

“yes. With a double rhythm.”

“Bald fat duck bottom, let’s go to the triple rhythm.”

“I like the tone of a bald fat guy.”

“That’s right, you can’t ignore the tone. I mean, I don’t know anything.”

The writer put his arm around my shoulder.

“Very these days! Like it. Since coming here, the character has definitely been captured.”

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In that respect, I am also satisfied.

It was thanks to the writer faithfully capturing Lee Hwan’s past in his own way while maintaining immersion and being faithful to Lee Hwan’s adventure.

but.

“I hope you didn’t make my previous life too miserable. only up to now. The worse it gets, the more the story becomes heavy.”

“Am I still good?”

“I mean.”

“huh?”

“yes?”

“ah.”

“yes.”

“Look at the situation. What’s the matter anyway? Let’s talk.”

right!

“Aren’t you constantly raising the story that ends when you take the young horse out?”

“Still, Maehon Ghost Sword was good. is not it?”

“ah… … that… … It was good.”

“Look.”

The writer smiled at those eyes and waved his hands. It was a gesture to hand over the sword.

Like me, the author admired the artistry from the scabbard.

Maehongwigeom is a rare treasured sword. The author didn’t categorize the grade, but if I were to evaluate it myself, it would be a rare grade?

The longing sword is triple rare. Thunderbolt sword is super rare.

At that time, the ghost sword came out of the scabbard alone and was fixed in the air.

The writer flicked a part of the sword body with his finger and nodded as if he knew something.

“As expected, the seasons were mixed. It is a good sword.”

Just as Mithril and Orichalcon exist in Fantasy, and Adamantium and Vibranium exist in Marvel.

In the traditional world view of Moorim, there is a season of the year.

The rarity of late autumn is different for each work, but looking at the author’s reaction, it seemed that it was about to be set as a very rare metal in the current world view.

“You can have a good meal and eat rice cakes.”

The writer said that and returned the sword.

“I’m just watching. I have to do the sword dance myself. Raising the difficulty doesn’t make it fun. Isn’t that dangerous enough even now before then? One-punch sleeping pills and all, they said you’ve already raised the risk level once.”

The writer shook his head.

“Still, it’s not to the point where you can kill Lee Soo-mi.”

this… … .

It seemed that Lee Soo-mi’s status had risen compared to the beginning of her appearance. Hagiya, the more entangled with me, the more the object grows.

The goblins themselves received a big buff, let alone one human named Su-mi Lee.

“How much do you count? Are you taller than me? If I draw out all my full power now, will I go all the way to Hwagyeong?”

Chojeoljeong is followed by flower viewing.

“Do you want to fight?”

The author snapped his fingers.

widely!

As soon as I heard a popping sound, Lee Soo-mi was summoned in front of me.

It seems that Soo-mi Lee also had a break after the battle ended. In one hand she held a piece of chocolate cake.

It is a piece of cake as new itself, with nothing crushed anywhere.

“If you have power, you can’t enjoy things anywhere. yes?”

Su-mi Lee was in a suspended state, sitting in a chair.

Rather than being ridiculous, the skirt that originally had a severe side slit was rolled up more, so it looked pretty… … Big!

“If you have power, you don’t need to notice others. yes?”

So, if you feel unfair, get stronger quickly, too, the writer said.

the author continued.

“The disciple of Seven Star Tower Megrez. Among the disciples, he received the love of his teacher as an outstanding talent. He made a great contribution to victory in the war between darkness and moonlight. The beauty obtained at that time is a whisper of fragrance!”

“What is the war between darkness and moonlight?”

“Oh no, that doesn’t matter. As a master of herbal medicine, there are over 10 magic reagents that he has newly developed. Half of them in the war between darkness and moonlight… … .”

“They say it’s a war between darkness and moonlight again.”

“If it’s dark, it’s a warlock. If it’s moonlight, it’s the moon, if it’s the moon, it’s a wizard. So, the war between the warlocks and wizards… … would have been and… … .”

Isn’t it only making Lee Su-mi’s resume splendid?

“Anyway, are you saying that Soo-mi Lee has been a powerful wizard since her youth?”

“yes.”

I’m running out of things to say.

That mighty wizard dies here?

“So how much stronger must you be now? Would you like to have a look?”

“Writer.”

“huh?”

“I’m not doing this because I don’t like Sumi Lee getting stronger.”

“then?”

“I told you. What if we keep increasing the level of danger in the dungeon?”

“It’s not a dungeon, it’s the other side!”

“That is it.”

“out of it! Wrong! Anyway, Lee Soo-mi is wearing a lot of people. For Su-mi Lee to die, it has to be extremely dangerous here.”

I let out a deep sigh.

“And what if I die too?”

“… … huh?”

“What if I die too?”

“ah.”

The writer blinked his eyes without even closing his slightly open mouth.

I knew it would be like this.

“You didn’t even think about that.”

The author’s reputation is not bad for no reason. How many works have been rolled up like this?

“Life, life… … There’s life and death wine!”

“Lost, then recreated, and consumed right away in this episode? Readers will enjoy it.”

up close.

The artist started biting her nails and stared into space with a frown on her face.

After much thought, the artist put both hands on my shoulders and brought her face closer.

Even if you look at the same man, the author is a handsome man who comes out with exclamation.

The moment I admired that face, the artist suddenly disappeared and the last words hit my brain like an echo.

“You are the main character, Lee Hwan. You have the courage and strength to overcome any difficulties. Don’t lose hope and dreams. You must not die!”

No, I’m not trying to shoot a children’s cartoon right now.

What are we going to do if we leave like this without solving anything!

* * *

The bald head rubbed his head and looked around. After a while, he finally spoke.

“How far have you been talking… … .”

“I even did the Magic Tower. It even went so far as to say that the witch might be carrying out a secret order to build a mage tower.”

“Oh yes. If that’s really the case, the witch would rather not leave the Three Gun Gates unattended than divinity. Wouldn’t it be clear that we should take this as an opportunity and set the example of the Three Gun Gates? Then the construction of the Mage Tower will be easier.”

“Please protect Samgeonmun even after the raid is over? Are we the same Moorim Dongdo?”

The bald head shook his head.

“No, starting with this person, he is a wanderer, so whether a mage tower stands in this land or the three gates are destroyed has nothing to do with me. But isn’t divinity different? With a little help, you can rise to the ranks of the Twelve.”

The bald head’s words continued.

“It’s because Samgeonmun didn’t produce masters of the time, in fact, there are many sayings that it’s a net exhaustion.”

Samgeonmun offered me a treasure called Maehwa Ghost Sword as a bribe. At that point, the author raised the rating of Samgeonmun.

[The writer thinks.

“That’s right. It has to be at a level where you can offer treasure as a bribe.” ]

Now, even if you pay a bribe, you get a buff… … Samgunmun would be nice.

But that is possible only if you survive here.

It’s neither a joke nor a prank. It is not something that can be dismissed as a joke. I remembered an earlier comment.

– God, this writer hahahahaha It’s really great. If you’re bored, kill the main character and fold the article. In this writer’s style, if you don’t want to write, you just kill the main character and ‘it’s finished.’ do it believe it! believe it!

Did you repeat that because you liked being a writer?

you’re welcome.

The writer himself couldn’t control it.

As if this is what Shin’s work style is, he puts more effort into the background and setting rather than the character. I really enjoy working on the world view.

However, sometimes, when the author himself does not understand a certain story, he suffers and tries to somehow make sense… … Paste some settings.

In the process, the stage becomes increasingly dangerous and the protagonist’s enemies become stronger.

Then, the moment comes when the main character can’t handle it, and that is the end.

I summoned the writer to ask about this, but there was no income.

How come there is no such thing as moderation every time… … . Moderate is… … .

“Hmm. I said something useless to someone who would do well. Forget it.”

“no. But even that would be an option that you can think of only if you survive.”

Because he was bald and was constantly watching my expression, he seemed to have read the shade of the moment. He swallowed what he was about to say and looked back.

He licked his lips as he stared into the distance beyond the defense line, where the fighting had stopped for a moment.

“Does it seem that dangerous in the eyes of the Divine?”

“It seems that we have come to a place where we shouldn’t have come.”

“… … .”

I looked around. It’s not because of any thoughts. The pressure of life that had been filling this space had risen to an unbelievably high level.

“This is not a place to come just to make a few bucks.”