Translation Novel This world is mine

Get Kidnapped

It has been almost 5 years since I begin to write webs novels. I couldn't afford the tuition, so I chose this path instead of college as soon as I graduated from high school. This book, written 365 days a year while enduring noise and pollution while confine to a cramped room.

[Birth of a super-large new writer]

[An unusual writer who applies for various contests with a sub account]

[A story that stands out with a three-dimensional character narrative and an interesting and fast development]

If you search for my pen name on a large portal site, a flashy modifier appears as a related search term. Below that, after the contest is over, some articles published by publishers and platforms are also noticeable.

"Let's get some rest...."

I stretched out and lay down on the bed.

I had to endure a long period of solitude to get my own room, but I was too young to get a cozy space. But I dit it . I grow up in an orphanage without knowing my parents, but I did not give up. I didn't even look back.

But.

"What am I doing...?"

The problem is that I ended my relationship with Heewon, who grew up as a friend a family member, without saying anything. Even now, five years later, it was a fact that followed me like guild.

"...No. Why do I think of Heewon?"

When I looked at my rbank account, which increased year by year, I felt a sense of relief that I was living a decent life. However, I couldn't erase the feeling of empty somewhere.

Was it like that?

Recently, there have been a lot of comments saying that the character narrative is stretched or boring.

[Baekop Manse : Writer, what are you up those days? The development of the incident is too long]

[Confinement Sadism : I think you ran too long with the daily serial, so please take a break this time....]

[Sponsor : Am I the only one bored? It's not a matter of portraying emotions, it's like this; I'm embarrassed].

There were over 100 similar comments in a row. Should I have blocked the comment window? I stared blankly at the screen, but I blinked my eyes as I couldn't get out of the comment window until the night passes and it dawned.

.......If I can't do this, what am I going to be?

I sat down at my desk again, I submitted the manuscript to the person in charge, corrected the proofread and filled in the bibliographic information according to the deadline, accordding to the densely planned plan at the beginnin of the year. I somehow managed to enter the contest with a prize of 100 million won and write consistenly. If talent can't cover my emptiness, I have to try. It's only like that I could survive in the web novel industry, where hundreds of newcovers are pouring in every day.

I don't go out of the house very often. The day I saw sunlight was only about 15 days out of the year. If I wanted aything, I could just order it online, so there was no particular hindrance to my life. Instead of going to a crowded cafe, I would rather write a manuscript in a quiet library.

"I'm tired..."

"My eyes were tired from editing the manuscript until dawn. I sighed and headed to the kitchen. This is to bring some artificial tears that have been kept cool in the refrigerator.

There is nothing in the refrigerator that can be called food. Less than half of the water and Coca-Cola cans lined up were all. Retort food was piled up next to the microwave, and boxes of cup noodles were lying on the floor.