Reader III

Too good of an environment?

What was wrong with that?

Hah. I think youve got some fantasies about what it means to be a writer. Writers are laborers, plain and simple. They write to earn money and gain attention.

Oh Dok-seo, the self-proclaimed web novel expert, said this. As mentioned earlier, we'll delve deeper into who this Oh Dok-seo is at another time.

For now, its enough to know that Oh Dok-seo was a nerd fashion trendsetter, always sporting a red bob haircut, a cap, a band-aid on her nose, and her favorite hoodie.

Just making sure, you're not using telepathy right now?

Ive turned it off.

Good. Now, have you ever seen a construction worker swinging a hammer purely for self-fulfillment? Someone who says, I love unloading crates so much that I want to do it for the rest of my life?

Well not often.

Thats exactly it.

Oh Dok-seo chewed her gum, blowing a bubble.

By the way, it wasnt bubble gum, just regular chewing gum. Of course, it didnt inflate properly, making a faint, hissing noise before bursting and sticking to her lips.

She wiped her mouth nonchalantly, fully embodying her nerd fashionista, edgy, middle-schooler persona.

Remember, writing comes from a place of scarcity.

Oh Dok-seos expression was serious.

Or rather, she was deadly serious.

I dont usually use that phrase, but in this case, it was warranted. If I didnt use deadly to describe Oh Dok-seos face, it would be disrespecting the words very existence.

Why give them an allowance? Take it away. Throw them into the depths of despair. Make them watch people being slaughtered by monsters. Youre strong, right? You can do it, so why arent you?

Hmm

Just dont kill them. Oh, and keep their hands and backs intact. You just need to make sure they're not crippled. Writers actually produce better work when exploited.

Oh Dok-seo spoke with the confidence of someone who believed truth should serve them, not the other way around.

Werent they all doomed to die if not for you? So, if they stay alive, youve done your job, havent you?

Is that so? Is it really?

That makes sense.

It was worth testing.

Assuming the failure of the Canned Hotel in the 560th cycle, I trained the writers according to Oh Dok-seos advice in the next cycle.

Instead of heaven, I gave them a taste of a milder hell.

Kyaaaah!

Somebody help! Help me!

I took the writers for a little walk beyond their accommodations.

-Honkkk! Beep!

-Honk! Honk! Honk!

-Honnkkkkk! Beep Beep!

The Isekai Trucks exceeded a thousand.

Not only the parking lot but the road leading to the accommodations was packed with 11-ton trucks, replicating the traffic jams of Chuseok holidays. Trucks collided, overturned, and crashed as they pursued the writers in a surreal scene.

And that wasnt all.

Ugh, its cold

Im hungry I want yukgaejang

Moooom

The environment had changed too.

Instead of a luxury hotel, I set up a shabby refugee camp for the writers. No chef fairies cooking gourmet meals. No casino dealer fairies. None of that.

Even the equipment provided was cheap.

Watching the writers sit on the dirt floor, staring blankly at the ceiling or crying their eyes out, pained me. But shock therapy exists for a reason.

I spoke.

Ah, mic check. Writers, from now on, youll be living in this village. I will try to protect you from most dangers, but I cant guarantee your safety. The harder you write, and the more entertaining your stories are, the more resources youll have.

I love you, writers. I wish you the best.

And something miraculous happened.

This extreme treatment actually worked!

The writers were driven to write as if possessed. Out of 335, not one was idle.

Their writing speed was incomparable to the last cycle!

I couldnt help but be moved.

These are true writers, and this is how much they should write.

Looking at the pile of manuscripts brought a smile to my face.

But as I eagerly flipped through the pages

Hmm?

Something felt off.

Like a dog startled by unfamiliar food, I instinctively paused while holding the manuscript.

Why why does this taste spoiled?

It was different.

The flavor of the writing had changed.

The fantasy writer who once sang about the triumphs of humanity was now writing a story about the demon king's army butchering everything. A yuri author, known for heartwarming characters, had monsters tearing couples apart. Zombies appeared in martial arts stories and destroyed the Martial Realm. Across all genres, characters were in despair, and the world was falling apart.

And then I realized.

This isnt genre fiction!

Pure literature!

The flavor was unmistakably pure literature!

And the particular kind that screams, everythings screwed, so screw it all!

The familiar scent of the web novel authors I loved was gone, replaced by a strangers fragrance. It felt like catching my partner cheating.

Its well-written. Very well-written, but

This wasnt the kind of food I wanted!

If I wanted despair, I could just reflect on my life as a regressor. Why should I read despair fiction in my free time? Was I a masochist?

No matter how much effort the authors put in, they couldn't compete with my firsthand knowledge of how terrible monsters could be or how far humanity could fall. Their attention to detail didnt measure up to mine.

What have I done to my authors?

This couldnt stand.

I immediately sought out Oh Dok-seo to complain. But even considering the different cycle, she remained uninterested.

Not fun? So what?

Oh Dok-seo casually filed her nails.

A creative work just needs to have the authors spirit, right? Why should they sell their soul just for your amusement?

You said you love these authors. Shouldnt you love them no matter what they write? Whats wrong? Has your love changed? Wow. I didnt think youd be so harsh.

Then again, maybe its my fault for expecting anything from humans again. Can love change? Can people shift? Oh, and by shift, I mean shit. Catchy rhyme, right?

I couldnt reason with this edgy, middle-school poser!

Thus, the 561st cycles Canned Hotel was also a complete failure.

Back to square one, I pondered.

Too much comfort was no good because it took away the motivation to write.

Too much suffering was also no good because it overwhelmed the writing itself.

This is a tough nut to crack. How can I cultivate tasty web novels? Are authors inherently doomed from the start?

I mulled it over and over.

Eventually, I reached a conclusion.

In the next cycle, SG Net, which had only a community function, got a new board.

A novel serialization board.

The announcement posted on the board read:

[Novel Serialization Board Usage Guide]

1. All registered SG Net members receive novel points daily upon logging in.

2. Novel points can be used to purchase new chapters of novels or donate to your favorite author.

3. Points used by readers will be transferred to the authors. Authors can use these points to purchase desired items, which will be notified separately.

4. At 24:00 every day, the board will display the rankings of all novels based on how many readers purchased them.

5. For non-awakened authors who cannot access SG Net, a manager service is available. The manager will upload the non-awakened author's work to the board. Members can also upload on behalf of non-awakened authors they know.

6. Lets create a healthy competitive culture!

In other words, I had created a platform for serializing novels.

Members initial reactions were lukewarm.

-Anonymous: Can anyone post a novel?

-[Yuldoguk] SwordMarquess: Its time to unveil my profound prose to the world.

-[Samcheon] WitchJudge: I was a bit bored since there wasn't much to do besides community stuff, so this is nice.

-Anonymous: What items can you buy with points?

-OldManGoryeo: Probably only shitty stuff will be uploaded. Any author wannabes thinking of serializing better watch out. Ill comment on every chapter.

-dolLHoUse: hype

-[Baekhwa SixthGrader: Hoeng...{( >_<);

There werent many awakened authors. And even if there were, most were too busy navigating the apocalypse to have time to serialize.

But leisure wasnt just for those who had it; it was for those who made it. A few Awakeners found time to serialize novels.

-GoryeoJang: ? Whats with this point purchase list?

A certification post on SG Net one day caused a stir.

-One-month accommodation ticket (5-star hotel)

-Fairy bodyguard: Unable to hunt gates, only provides defense. Misusing this bodyguard will be punished.

-Real-time chat fan meeting with desired Constellation: Meeting may be denied based on the Constellations preference. If denied, points will be refunded.

-Consultation on ones awakening ability tech tree: Constellation provides direct guidance on maximizing the efficiency of ones ability. Will not be responsible for training, only gives guidelines.

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-GoryeoJang: Seriously, just look at these point items. Anyway, I bought the awakening ability tech tree. Are the dumb SG Net people not serializing yet? lol

The comment section exploded.

-Anonymous: ?? Is that for real?

-Anonymous: Who gave points to buy that guys novel? Idiots?

-LiteraryGirl: GoryeoJang actually writes pretty well He was a web novel otaku before the gates opened, and there arent many who write like him.

-Anonymous: Whats that psychos novel about?

LiteraryGirl: An incredibly kind protagonist uses their healing ability to help those in need and eventually saves a small kingdom in a tribute to humanity. A rare type of protagonist these days. I cried at the scene where they almost get hunted as a witch but still treat the inquisitors, saying, A doctor doesnt choose their patients.

Anonymous: ?

[Samcheon] Lieutenant: ?

-Anonymous: Fuck, are these items real? As expected of SG Net. Its on a different level with the Constellations directly managing it.

-dolLHoUse: hypeeee

-[Yuldoguk] SwordMarquess: Why doesnt anyone read my prose?

The message was a shock, but so was the messenger, a notorious SG Net troll. Members responses grew heated.

That certification post marked the beginning of the Great Serial Age on SG Net.

Some people who had awakened started serializing their novels directly. Guilds also began hiring skilled authors and uploading their work on their behalf.

In a world that had collapsed, the once-useless writer profession became a kind of support member.

-The Protagonist Doesnt Return from the Volcano (9.9)

-Her Circumstances That Made Her a Counts Munchkin (9.9)

-Comedy Club [19+ Uncensored Edition] (9.9)

-The Apartment Hides Reinforced Steel (5.7)

Unsurprisingly, the serialized works on SG Net showcased a level of quality unmatched by the 560th and 561st cycles.

The despair and emotions that writers experienced during the apocalypse added depth to their work while maintaining the fun of web novels.

Whats the difference? What do you think?

After hearing about my journey since the 560th cycle, Oh Dok-seo asked.

I poured her an espresso since thats all she drinks.

The number of readers. And competition.

Hmm? What are you talking about?

Most writers are attention-seekers. As you said, theyre lacking something. But that emptiness isnt filled by experience. Only by others attention, love, and passion.

Because what they lack isnt themselves but others. Writers have too much of themselves in their hearts.

Thats why they need as many others as possible, like celebrities. Like Roman gladiators in the coliseum.

Hmm.

But thats secondary. The real key is competition among writers.

I logged into SG Net's novel serialization board and pulled up the novel rankings.

Displayed prominently, the ranking section showcased the most popular novels, listed from first place down.

Endless competition among writers, judged solely by purchase numbers. Its pure meritocracy. Writers cant help but be drawn to the radiant mirage of proving their worth through pure writing skill, like the bright lights of New Yorks skyscrapers.

It reminded me of ancient Greek tragedy writers.

They held contests and ranked each other. Crowds gathered to follow the writers works in real-time, cheering them on. Athens was the world's leading city, dominating the Mediterranean world. Winning the crowds favor meant being recognized as the worlds best writer.

Competition, enthusiasm, and a certificate proclaiming you the best in the world.

That system let Greek tragedies burn brightly, if briefly.

Its no wonder Nietzsche described competition as the essence of the Greek people.

This is ourhumanitys last Dionysian theater.

But I was a consummate glutton. While I enjoyed popular works that appealed to the masses, I also devoured niche genres that appealed to only a few yet satisfied their creators' desires.

Before and after the world began collapsing, these works often went unnoticed.

I scrolled down the rankings and clicked on a particular novel.

-Title: 101 Ways She Accepts Death (7.7)

-Pen name: BadEndingLover

A writer who always pursued the niche.

After reading the latest chapter, I pressed the [Support Author] button.

-Donated 2,000 points.

-ZERO_SUGAR: Your writing is always... wonderful ^^. I thoroughly enjoyed this chapter. Please watch out for trucks~

Hmm.

Something seemed missing, so I tilted my head.

Oh.

Thats right. I forgot to write this.

-ZERO_SUGAR: But theres a spelling error. The correct expression is An incident occured not An insident occured This is the third time youve made this mistake in this work. Are you the type who doesnt run a spell checker~? lol. Best wishes, and stay healthy. Write well ^^

I nodded.

Still a perfect donation message.

Though this whole ridiculous act proved unexpectedly useful later on.

-Honnkkkk!

But thats a story for another day.

Right now, I had to deal with the Isekai Truck parked in front of my place.

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