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“The attack on the other side of the world that broke out at Wonmyeong Elementary School in Jeonju failed. The Safety Bureau has raised the response level from the current caution level to serious, and the Defense Countermeasures Headquarters is in operation.

On the other hand, according to the survivor’s insistence that it should be upgraded to the highest level of disaster… … .”

Then a sound came from the back seat.

“I know how to drive too.”

From Jeonju to Seoul. This is the way back after getting into Lee Soo-mi’s car.

In fact, even though he had come to his senses a while ago, he had been pretending that he wasn’t.

I remembered what I had said to him. I professed that the world would be different, but it actually happened. Nothing is new or interesting anymore.

Only the faces of the dead shimmer.

who killed them?

me?

If it had been me, I wouldn’t have been so frustrated.

“Stand up. I will do it.”

I turned off the radio with a bitter laugh bursting out.

Because of him, at least there seems to be laughter. He talked to me a few times and then stopped.

I was focused on driving. It was still quiet in the car going up to Seoul.

However, as much as the voice of destruction was left as it was.

– You can catch the rotten specter next time. What you couldn’t do, do you think other humans could do it? don’t help my mother-in-law

The voice of destruction rises from deep within. Thanks to that, when I put my mind on it for a while, I hear that voice as if it were my thoughts.

Destruction has sucked quite a few souls from the scene.

Thanks to that, I was able to regain my strength a little bit, and the voice that had become intoxicated like that was filled with positive energy.

that’s holding me up

If it hadn’t been for that, I would have beaten them all.

– But are you okay? you keep holding on

Is it too

Because it coexists with me, it seemed that destruction could not be faked. Ruin reminded me of what I had been ignoring all along.

– We must be vigilant against toxicity. If you make a mistake, you will be caught and eaten there. Now you know why the original girl didn’t use it when she was dealing with you, right?

What Ruin is referring to now is the Golden Ring of Thunderbolt, the Thunderbolt Sword.

The writer, a nobleman, did not leave the brain scan unattended.

Perhaps I thought it was too powerful to progress the story, I added a side explanation to the golden ring like a ghost.

[Reinforcement Content: The Golden Ring is a fragment of a god, and while it is a powerful mystic, it can be poison.

When the poison becomes so full that it cannot be erased, the user’s body will be taken away. ]

They don’t even stick to beggarly settings.

* * *

It was dawn.

I wasn’t in the mood to greet Lee Soo-mi for a long time, so I just talked about contacting her next time and brought the light horse up. The alley was filled with the smell of incense.

Come to think of it, it was time for the early morning pilgrims to wander around. they recognized me A female leader I had met before gave me the same words as back then.

Even though I didn’t pay the offering this time.

“If you tell me the name of your comrade, even death will remember it.”

[The writer has reinforced (Worldview * Klotis Church).]

[The writer thinks.

“A follower who is disciplined enough to be promoted to priest can smell death. This woman is on the level of being promoted to a priest.” ]

shut up, little

The woman passed by without waiting for my answer. I guess it was because he had a hunch that no answer would come from me.

I passed the entrance of the one-room building and stepped on the stairs.

The hideout is made of the scales of the Fire Dragon and is protected by two kidneys, making it impregnable.

It is also the place where the martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Zone are kept.

Even though I’m getting closer to that place that has an enchanting setting, it’s not enjoyable.

That it was because he had seen too many deaths at once, that he was shocked, that he would be fine after a sigh, and that next time he would be able to have a pleasant adventure as if it had never happened.

I tried to read myself like that, but… … .

Is it really so? I’m just running behind.

Even in the midst of this, the author was writing the last paragraph.

What do you believe in this guy?

I can’t tell the difference if I’m only absorbed in the setting game.

Sigh.

Opened the door. The young light horse made a small breathing sound to me, who did not go in after opening it.

It seemed a pity to see him holding the Maehon Ghost Sword as if it were a treasure of heaven.

“Here.”

Tuk-tuk.

I patted him on the head and sent him inside.

The moment the young mad horse crossed the front door as a boundary, it was erased from my eyes.

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I was about to go in too. I really tried to do that, but something that I had been pressing down on suddenly exploded.

Is this fun? Are you having fun?

Why are you dragging your work here and there?

Where is the fun?

It was after I threw the lightning sword on the floor that I felt desperately that I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Caang!

“okay! Hit them all!”

[The author hurriedly finished the last paragraph #3. – The strongest person in the world with self-interest, episode 16. ]

* * *

“What is this all of a sudden! What are we going to do?”

It came from an angry voice. The artist who appeared on the stairs below was the first angry face I had ever seen.

I couldn’t control myself when I faced the face that had eaten away my conscience.

“What is a writer like that? Do you think it’s okay to do whatever I do?”

What I had endured since Jeonju burst out.

“I’m not fun doing things like this.”

“That’s why you sprinkle ashes on the finished rice? The content was well chosen. what’s the problem.”

“Should I say something else? It’s not funny.”

“fun! You’re just being influenced by Lee Hwan. Now this is part of your life too! You say you can’t stand it? Was that all there was to it, you?”

I said that when I was stunned, I was at a loss for words, but it really was. In an instant, a dejected laugh came out along with a turbid, choked breath.

“Only through hardship can there be growth! How do you always work out and do well as the main character?”

What am I going to do with a guy who can’t tell the difference?

If you don’t like me, you should leave the middle school.

“… … Do you seriously think this is funny?”

“Don’t be funny. Grab passers-by and ask. Whether it’s fun or not.”

“Then I have nothing to say. Please send. to my real home.”

“Here you are. go. Who is stopping you?”

The author’s fingers, pointing to the hideout, trembled. My voice trembled like that.

“hardship? hardship? It’s ridiculous. Is it hardship if you blindly make only enemies stronger? If everyone dies and runs away in a hurry, is that a hardship? You were just busy putting together things that weren’t fun.”

“Thromos appeared, but he didn’t die? and it’s no fun only you.”

“The writer has always been like this. I wanted to do well with the will to do anything, but there is a limit to my patience. That is now.”

There was nothing I couldn’t say as it was the last time.

“Lee Hwan can feel sorry for the dead. It has nothing to do with the determination for a new life. If you see so many deaths and still have no inspiration, you are a psychopath.”

“I know.”

“is it so. Lee Hwan can do that, but the writer can’t.”

“What am I?”

“why. old-fashioned create such a situation? Why do you make the stage hell only stress me out? Everyone who does it and who sees it is stressed out. The writer giggles saying it’s fun, but it only creates stress.”

“stress? Are you done talking now?”

“Do you think this is all done? Even if it’s just the hospital the day before. Why was it necessary to use the arena? Even at the beginning of the work?”

Everything that had accumulated over the years became vivid one by one.

“Still, he said he wanted to use the arena, so I tried my best. I had to create a reason to use the arena by making an enteric, making a blood sermon, and continuing with a gummang sword.”

“It was good. Thanks to this, Lee Hwan’s past was created. It’s connected to the Golden Clockwork Bureau.”

“I barely blocked it, so what? You want me to go to the Black Seongdae? I told you. There is no probability. What did you say when you denied it? You threatened to turn me into a god, right? is that what you’re going to do?”

“Grumpy. It’s an over story.”

“What about next time? Still, I tried to focus on the process of growing up, befitting the title of the strongest person in the world. But you kept interrupting me?”

“Did I interrupt you? Stop making up nonsense.”

“I tried to understand even the creation of the setting. What is the point of finding fun as an artist there? But if you’re going to do it, you have to create a setting that helps the story.”

“What did you not do?”

“The setting should follow the story, there is no law that the setting follows the story. I can’t tinker with all of that, no, I don’t.”

“Isn’t Tromos interesting? It changes according to the story of the object?”

“You have to do your best!”

A voice erupted from the chest.

“The subordinates who do not collapse even after feeding hundreds of bullets? The stone statue is hard, so it has strong defense? Are you kidding me? Is this world a joke to you? Aren’t you sorry for the people who died because of that prank?”

If I could eat one shot, I ate it right away.

“how. why! Did you turn Wonmyeong Elementary School into hell?! I mean the place where it ends after you get the light horse and go out. Are you tired of always having to tell a story every once in a while? What else is there like a beggar attached to the Golden Ring?”

“What time? beggarly?”

“I put up with that and chose the weakest one. Shall I say something worse?”

What was the author trying to say?

But he nodded his head without saying anything. At first, it seemed to be an act of holding back anger, but soon the corner of the mouth that went up secretly was unusual.

“You urgently need mental remodeling.”

That was the starting point.

Suddenly, a strong energy rushed in. The reflexive self-defense did not help.

The author’s attack was not physical.

The energy that penetrated into me and disappeared before my eyes was the author himself.

The author was found in the sealed room.

There, the destruction was hardened along with the stopped time and space, and the author was striking the crown of such destruction.

But nothing happens.

This was obviously not what the author expected. Looking up here with an absurd face was clear evidence.

Destruction that remains intact despite the author’s attack.

I realized what had happened.

under!

This author seems to have been caught in a setting game that he likes so much.

It’s like you’re struggling with cheap sh*t.

The Pope, one of the enemies from the past life that Lee Hwan has to repay.

I kept talking about it when I sealed the doom, but I sealed the doom in my body to deal with that guy.

I even set up that the mental defense granted by ruin is a true treasure rather than the golden ring of thunderbolt.

Those who inflict mental attacks on Lee Hwan are sucked into the sealed room and face destruction first.

However, that alone is not a reason why this author cannot get rid of ruin.

In the sealed room, there was a setting that was poisonous to this author.

[ Chamber of Seals (Location)

It was created by imitating the divinity of the zodiac and the snake god. It has a divine effect.

* Even if you are a god, you cannot bring out the seal (hereafter referred to as destruction).

… … ]

I created the concept of the sealed room, but the author added the additional settings at will.

Especially that part!

I remember that the sealed room was created by imitating the divinity of the snake god, and the author himself added it with a giggle.

Setting is the absolute law of this world.

The sealed room is a space where even this creator, the creator, cannot interfere.

Does this raise the status of the snake god a bit? No matter what.

“Snake you bastard… … You don’t even know the grace of your parents who made it, and it’s okay to do things like this.”

This author has been immersed in a world of his own for a long time.

Still, the author, who came out again to see if he had a conscience, showed an embarrassed look.

However, the thing that tried to touch my spirit crossed the line and crossed it hard.

“It’s not worth fighting for. Don’t katabuta, just let it go.”

Rather than being angry, I was relieved. This is because you can completely shake off any lingering feelings.

“… … We’ve done well so far.”

“Let’s stop because this only hurts each other. to send let go.”

This man had many faces. When he was embarrassed, he would always crumple his face fiercely.

“Why are you talking about the end of the story? It’s only gotten worse. It’s currently in progress. Even though I’ve made it clear, nothing has changed. Didn’t you try to touch the mind at least this time? What is this that the author is so nasty about?”

“I have a lot to say about that.”

“I don’t even want to know what dog sh*t that sounds like.”

“you… … you! Just do what I tell you to do. Then this too shall pass.”

At this point, we’re about to leave.

“What do you want me to do? what have you done The world view, story, and main characters were all created by me. But I don’t need them anymore.”

“Such ungrateful… … .”

“Send it.”

“Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

“You should have said that before talking nonsense. Admit it now It’s over, we!”

“I know there is no main character without you!”

It was really over with that angry voice.

A white light flashed in front of my eyes.