How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World chapter 506

Atonement (3)

The unplanned torment continued steadily.

As I typed, the people around me gradually turned red.

It means that the resentment towards me is getting stronger. But I never stopped typing.

Because it’s what I want to write. Because the gods said they could use it. Because the reaction was very good.

Were you irresponsible for what happened next? That’s half right and half wrong.

It is true that I lack a sense of reality, but it is absurd to blindly pass the blame on me.

I spoke of myself, not a prophet, and no matter what the gods may have thought, I did not affirm it.

In other words, it is right to share some responsibilities among each other. At least I think so.

Wei Ying-

The 11th volume was completed in an instant. I set aside the printed manuscript and looked around again.

Around me, people with red spots all over their bodies are walking indifferently.

As if the first time they looked straight at me, they’re on their way without even knowing I’m here.

Very occasionally, very occasionally, there was someone staring at me. The man had red spots all over his body.

‘·······What to do.’

I didn’t write with the mindset of saying, “Damn the world, try it once. The Great Depression is an event that must have happened at least once.”

I don’t know if I would have known if I had said that I was going to suffer torture even once, and I couldn’t understand why it was proceeding so abruptly.

if you can write it. Every time I check it. that you don’t have to worry.

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Just as red spots appear on their bodies, I also feel like red spots appear in my heart.

‘With great power comes great responsibility?’

It was a saying that I could relate to greatly, and I even experienced it firsthand. In order to use great power, you must take responsibility for it.

At the time of writing Zeno’s biography, I was unaware of that fact, but not now.

There were people all over the world who treated my every word as a prophecy, and Geist even received advice from me.

This could be said to be my responsibility. It was purely my responsibility that the revolution broke out in Machina.

But what about the Great Depression? this isn’t it Why are you putting all the blame on me?

‘Because my book is a prophetic book?’

it’s dog sh*t Although it is a story of the earth, I emphasized that it is a fictional story, and they are the ones who imitated it.

The fictional story was a lie? Except for my family and loved ones, I have no intention of revealing my past life.

In other words, from the reader’s point of view, it’s really a fictional story. It means fantasy.

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Just as the media does not rebuke the media for copying crimes, the responsibility lies with the proponents of imitating what came out of a book.

what if i say If you reacted in this way, this penance is understandable. That’s because I rolled up the concept.

But I just needed ‘advice’, not ‘penance’. I wanted to write a book in a hurry and put out urgent complaints.

‘Why is Mora-sama? No, Hirt-nim and Luminus-sama also gave permission?’

why? If you’re going to do it, don’t do it earlier. Why are you here now?

In the Xenon biography, you said lulalala and left you alone, but now you come to treat me like this? For what the hell?

Will resentments accumulate and cause great anger like the people around you? This is understandable enough.

Because he was a very cunning person. Even if the Great Depression broke out early, it was not without damage.

‘I know. I know.’

I bit my teeth and moved on to the next volume. It’s annoying, but if it’s the responsibility, it’s the responsibility.

The end of Volume 11 is Crystal Night. Volume 12 will describe the Sino-Japanese War and the situation in the United States.

At the same time, the Spanish Civil War is running towards its end. The Spanish Civil War was described as a battleground between all ideologies.

To do this, it is necessary to look more closely at the situation of each country.

tuk-

As I was about to write the next book, I felt someone touching my hand.

It was a brief contact, but a red trace remained on my hand.

Maybe it means that the resentment I scattered will come back as karma?

“really······”

Why the hell are you doing this now? If you’re going to do it, do it earlier.

I smirked at the red spots on the back of my hands.

When I was arguing for saying I was good, I suddenly felt penance. Are you planning to completely destroy my mentality?

The advice Grandpa Clark once told me not to blindly believe in God. Maybe it was because of this?

‘What the hell do you want? What the hell do you want me to realize? why······’

I bit my teeth again and started writing. For now, my priority is to write without worrying about my surroundings.

Even though it was ascetic, it was difficult for me to break my concentration. Rather, because space is space, I completely forgot that time passed.

Tuk-tuk-tuk-

But in the middle, the concentration had to be broken. Because people keep touching me.

Not just your hands, but your arms, shoulders, and even your face. Except for the lower body, there was nowhere to touch.

Thanks to this, my body turned into red spots. It means that their resentment will return to me.

Wei Ying-

Nevertheless, it is unreasonable to stop my writing. Eventually, the last manuscript of Volume 12 was printed.

I was trying to keep the manuscript by my side, but I had to pause.

I don’t know who touched it, but the manuscript had red spots all over it.

“······Seed.”

I tried to swear, but I managed to suppress it. Slowly start crossing the line.

No. The line was already crossed and left. I ruffled my hair roughly.

Let’s think for a moment. If these spots slowly encroach on my body, what would happen to me? are you going to die?

Or is it just a reminder of how badly it will affect me? To be honest, I seldom die.

Even the people around me are top-notch in each country and have powerful armed forces.

In other words, it is close to the meaning that these spots can have a near-death effect.

‘parents? Or older brother and Nicole sister? number of animals? if not······’

I do not know. But I’m getting annoyed.

Can you tell me something like this You can warn those who try to harm me.

I can give you an oracle that the Great Depression isn’t my fault. It doesn’t matter if you believe what I write, but I can tell you that they are responsible for following it.

You are God, God. A transcendent who can treat even the emperor, the pope, or anything like that.

I really don’t know. I don’t even know what the current gods want.

I nervously rubbed the spots all over the place, and then I immediately concentrated on writing. Next is Volume 13…

thump-

The moment I was about to write the 13th book, I now touch it like a stamp, rather than just touching it.

Thanks to this, the back of my hand was filled with red spots. I looked at the mark in dismay.

Then he lifted his head with a bewildered look on his face. The white people who were on their way until recently.

Now there are more red parts than white parts. The number of people resenting me has increased significantly.

“·······f*ck.”

what do you mean

“What do you want?”

You can put this into words.

“What do you want from me?”

You can speak in a friendly tone like before, as if you were teaching.

“When did I say I would change the world to my liking?”

Really if that’s the case.

“They say you can see the future. It doesn’t matter if that future is changed by my work.”

Emperor Bert of the Empire. Friedrich, head of the Kingdom of Ters. Queen Arwen of Albenheim. Machina’s Geist, etc.

“Why are you saying I’m the only one responsible?”

Why don’t they go through hardship?

Because they also have a connection with me?

How can their fates change so little with my words?

Because Zeno is called a prophet in the world?

bang!

I hit the desk with my fist. Maybe it was because of the anger and resentment that didn’t exist before, which gave me strength.

It’s crazy!

The desk that Cecily had prepared herself was neatly split in half. The typewriter, of course, the neatly arranged manuscripts are mixed together.

Whether the desk is broken or not, I spurred my chair and got up from my seat.

Then, one of the people who had been watching me indifferently picked up and approached me slowly.

“I know what the color red means. People who have been harmed by the books I’ve written. And the negative emotions they have for me. And what’s on my body…”

I swallowed for a moment. I was so angry that my throat began to hang slowly.

Have you ever felt so sad and angry?

okay. just once. There was only one time.

“You mean my family is being harmed? So that I can feel that resentment too.”

When my previous parents died in an accident. At that time, I was madly sad and angry.

What did I do wrong? What did I do to take my parents away at will?

Why do the little gods destroy a person so easily? Did God really exist?

“Do I have to be like this? Do you want me to break down mentally? What’s the use of this?!”

I am so angry and sad that tears are flowing. I think I know roughly what the gods, including Mora, are saying to me.

The more I write, the more resentment towards me increases, and the resentment can harm the people I love.

It’s an experience I don’t want to go through again, having lost loved ones in an instant.

If that were the case, I would either have to write a letter myself or cut off my wrist. It was thanks to my family that I was able to survive until now.

“You can do it with words! Remind yourself of frivolity and responsibility? What does that have to do with it! At least you said it beforehand!”

It seems that the fondness for the gods, which has been steadily accumulated so far, is crumbling.

I think I know what the warning Grandpa Clark meant.

but······

“I know better than anyone that I’m not a hero! I’m a writer who only writes books by borrowing memories from my past life, writer! I have the power to move the world? f*ck you! Even with that power, what would I do in front of you? ! I am but a mortal!”

I am mortal A being who is nothing in front of the Transcendent.

The gods of this world, like the Greek and Roman gods, do not go out of their way to love mortals with all their heart.

But the moment they insult you, they punish you mercilessly. Until now, people who have been punished are widespread.

“What the hell do you want? Is my power scary? If that’s the case, it’s from Xenon’s biography! Or do you only want to stop blood and steel? Then they told you not to use it earlier! Did you drop an oracle?”

it’s a contradiction Nothing was explained properly.

Gods who read the future. I can foresee the future at the cost of divine power.

I could just show you that scene, but this is too harsh. It’s harsh and harsh, but it’s annoying and embarrassing.

“So… So please…”

I cried, wiping away the tears that were pouring out.

The fear that the peaceful daily life might be shredded.

Fear of losing the people you loved like in your previous life in an instant.

Feeling frustrated that you can’t do what you normally love.

Various emotions swirled around and did not calm down easily. It feels like the accumulated stress has exploded all at once.

“Please tell me the responsibility that is right for me. If I tell you not to use it even now, I will not use it. Please tell me anything.”

I hope you give me a clear answer. I wish I could give you some advice as before.

I wish you would trust me instead of this kind of forced torture. I didn’t hate the gods, but rather liked them.

I never intend to rebel against them. I just want to live in harmony with the people I love for the rest of my life.

I have no intention of ruling the world. Even if the world moves because of me, I have no plans to control it.

ordinary. I just need that one.

I don’t mind if demon worshipers threaten me sometimes. Because I had strong escorts by my side.

But it’s too scary for God to press in this way.

Although he has matured mentally through events after reincarnation, his inner vessel is no different from that of his previous life.

“I don’t know what you’re worried about… I…”

“Sorry.”

As I was wiping away my unstoppable tears and pouring out my injustice, I heard a voice right in front of me.

The beautiful voice of a woman I’ve heard somewhere. At that moment, I opened my swollen, swollen eyes and looked straight ahead.

A woman is looking at me with a sorry face.

The people who filled the surroundings had disappeared, and the space was also the first white space I had ever seen.

“·······Maybe Mora-sama?”

I muttered blankly and looked at the woman in front of me. The woman nodded her head lightly.

Black hair reminiscent of jet black like Cecily. As if reminiscent of the Milky Way in the night sky, silver light flickers everywhere.

The same goes for the eyes. Silver stars twinkled in the black eyes as if they contained stars.

Aside from that, she has a beautiful appearance that is almost identical to that of Cecily. If there’s anything else that’s different, it’s the drooping corners of the eyes.

“I never meant to deceive you. I just wanted to prevent the worst. I’m really sorry.”

Mora apologized again with a guilty expression on her face. I was able to quickly wake up to the apology.

Apart from the apology, it is true that my mind has been pushed to the limit. Anyway, I can’t understand

Why did you try to put all the blame on me? Instead of being alert and responsible, only fear rose.

“Can you convince me?”

“······no.”

“Then why?”

It’s even more strange for her to admit it so plainly. I asked like a question.

The feeling of dealing with people instead of dealing with God. Even I wonder if this is even possible.

At my question, Mora glanced at my eyes, then took a deep breath and said with difficulty.

“Because I was afraid.”

“······yes?”

“Because I was afraid that something might go wrong. You are a body that receives our love and trust. The stronger the resentment towards you, the stronger the resentment towards us.”

was it just that It feels like an unanswered question has been solved.

But nevertheless, doubts remain. I opened my mouth with a voice of disappointment.

“If that’s the case, you can tell me earlier. If you can see the future…”

“no.”

“······yes?”

Mora shook her head and immediately denied it. The jet-black hair that looks like the Milky Way moves gracefully.

Then she glanced at my bewildered face, and then revealed a shocking fact.

“We can’t see your future.”