That time I failed as an Author and got reincarnated in Tensura

Chapter 95: Through the gaze of a Writer

3rd Pov

Endless darkness...that is all what the Author felt in a buried past...

The unwanted sensation of failure, to lose the sole passion you have and sinking into a pit of despair...

It all started a long time ago, the first memories of a child being born and growing up into an ordinary boy who held no dream whatsoever.

Someone like that was bound to have a bland life, not knowing what to do or what to study...walking down the path of life as the day passed while worrying about everything and nothing at the same time.

This cycle of boredom changed drastically in a cold day during a winter of highschool...where a certain world was presented to the boy...the story named « That Time I got reincarnated as a Slime » or shortly called « Tensura ».

Impressed, sublime and finally a first spark of passion surged through that dreamless boy...it all started with a simple anime with 24 episodes, a single season that shifted into manga reading then novel...

Successfully opening an endless realm of possibility within the countless stories in fiction...

And this simple interest became a sort of obsession, fascinated by the endless possibilities in fiction...a writer was born that day.

Born from a simple chapter based on the form of a fanfiction...it was a single move that revealed a fascination for this art.
At first 500 words on a blank page, compliments from newcomers, readers and fans...then it grew up further and further to the point of being called a community.

It was a slow but sure growth, an ignited passion that led the boy to finally awaken a dream...that of writing his own successful story one day.

Finally, after a few years of writing, gaining small experience and earning himself a name within the community he dedicated himself to.

He launched himself to a whole new world, neighboring his current one...it was the start of a fun journey or so he thought.

In reality, the world he set foot in was a minefield of competition...everyone wants to be successful but only a few really achieve greatness.

Most if not the majority are just falling into the abyss, unknown and their dream broken...

Author : It was a world full of color in the beginning, with boundless affinity and inspiration...

The first chapter came out, the second, the third...then it followed suit, people liked it but as the book extended further up.

More people picked the story and read it, their eyes trailing every point of the plots...criticism and insults flowed in waves at a certain point.
It was natural, after all the more people appearing...the more opinions arising, everyone can like or dislike a story, it's their right.

But some simply want to ruin you...and the general opinion can easily sway up individuals into following the crowding malice.

Author : Each passing day, I felt those cheerful colors fade into a blandness...

Standing in a field, the world couldn't be more uniform...nothing was like before, the passion he fueled himself with became poison.

Each comment removed a sparkle in his eyes, each mockery tore him apart until nothing was left...nothing but a blank page on top of a messy desk.
A man who has lost his passion automatically lose everything he has...the people, his surroundings, the fans and family that supported him, everything was just a stain of black and white in the eyes of an agonizing man.