I would like to thank the readers who have loved 'Academy's Genius Scoundrel' until now.
I was able to gain strength while writing nearly 100 episodes thanks to the support and interest of the readers.
I thank everyone who read this lacking work until the end.
I will return with a better story for my next work.
From Author Danwoo.
└What? Me, cheering? I think I only left malicious comments?
└It was dirty meeting you, let's not see each other again!
└Author, please retire... please.'
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'Ha, fuuuck.'
It seemed there were more comments on the single afterword post than the comments received while serializing.
Reading the comments one by one, I suppressed the suicidal impulse that was surging up in bursts.
'Now I don't even have money to eat and die...'
I, who loved novels since I was young, threw my hat into the web novel market with high spirits after being discharged from the military, but what remained after two years was the title of an aspiring writer that I still couldn't shake off, the disapproving gazes of my family, and depression and panic disorder.
'Others say they get management contacts easily, receive donations, and get recommendation posts, so what is my problem?'
I knew very well.
The writing is fuuuucking boring.
That was the biggest problem.
I tried putting in input with popular novels and applied honey-tips learned by subscribing to famous authors' WeTube, but whether I had no talent or it was all in vain, my skills remained stagnant.
At least this work, 'Academy's Genius Scoundrel', had a decent reaction... was my delusion.
When the extra I put in as a gag character was wiped out instantly along with the disciples and the academy, a drop-off rush began along with malicious comments.
'Did you think I was maintaining this novel with that character too...'
Lucas von Kraus.
He was a character made simply without thinking.
I received inspiration from a character named 'Queen' appearing in One-Punch Man and gave birth to a 'character who is misunderstood as strong despite not being strong'.
A descendant of the Ranger tribe who is naturally born with good eyes, but received a curse and cannot use a bow.
So he was a character who was chased out of the tribe, wandered, and somehow settled as a professor at the academy.
Thanks to his bright eyes, which are a racial trait, he could overcome decent crises, and he was a character set up so that people around him would misunderstand him as a strong person due to his appearance, the atmosphere he exuded, and his lack of words.
In other words, he was a character into whom I intended to insert humor codes as a misunderstanding element.
His appearance and exuding atmosphere were characteristics of that tribe, and his lack of words was because he didn't speak the language, so he didn't open his mouth for fear of being caught.
But unexpectedly, when describing that character, the so-called 'character hype' exploded.
To think the majority of my novel's readers were Lucas's fans...
When the villains instantly wiped out Lucas and the academy he belonged to, the readers began to fall away in droves, and the stats that stayed on the Best 5 page also nosedived.
As that happened, I lost motivation, and I could feel the contract offers that had come in slowly pulling out.
Like that, I couldn't fill 100 episodes and finished it with a ridiculous ending.
The reason I didn't discontinue it was partly due to obstinacy, and also because I was worried my pen name would give a bad impression.
But even though I marked it as complete, it seemed a good impression was wrong.
Seeing that most of the afterword consisted of malicious comments.
"Sigh, fuck, I don't know."
I should buy burning coal and die or something.
'I will do it with the determination that I will die if I fail.'
I have no face to return to the house I left with such high spirits.
I got into the blanket and only refreshed the comment window.
The malicious comments that kept increasing.
"Yaaawn."
Seeing that sleep came amidst this, I was completely hopeless.
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and soon closed completely.
***
Roar!
Clang-
Clang-
Slash!
Argh!
"#@%^$*(*"
"$#%@!!"
-Ugh...
The surroundings were noisy.
Enough that my unopening eyes were forced open.
Then, what unfolded before my eyes was not my familiar rented room, but a landscape like a scene from a war movie.
The fire demon covering the surroundings, scattering flesh and blood.
-Huh?
I felt a sense of déjà vu for some unknown reason.
At that moment, a gloomy and low voice rang in my ears.
-The lofty spire collapses surrounded by the fire demon.
Groans and fragments of flesh scatter in all directions.
-Uh, right. Surely such a sentence... Wait.
Is that my novel?
Ugh!
When I moved my gaze toward where the sound came from, a man covered in blood was looking toward me with empty eyes.
-Yes.
The landscape you created.
How is it, seeing it in reality.
-....
I couldn't say anything.
The man's appearance was one thing, but I couldn't open my mouth because of his unique atmosphere.
It felt like I would die if I opened my mouth.
-Ruina, Baron, Karen, Deyan, Havertz, Eden, Fernando, Erling....
Countless names poured from the man's mouth.
There were familiar names, and names I heard for the first time.
-Do you know who they are?
But I could tell who they were.
-My novel's... extras.
Current students of an academy that was reduced to a wasteland overnight by the villains' attack.
-The children you named, and the children you didn't name.
They were all alive.
Just until before this.
The man pointed at the massacre around him.
-Why did it have to be here?
-T, that was for the story progression...
-If so, couldn't you have at least given me the power to fight back?
-B, but...
You weren't for that use.
At the thought that suddenly came to mind, my thinking stopped for a moment.
-Huh?
You are... Do, don't tell me...
This atmosphere, this appearance, this intimidation.
-Lucas.
-Yes, the character you made to perform clown acts, Lucas.
Because of that damn role, I had to watch my disciples die.
I had to abandon my precious ones to die!
Red liquid trickled down from his eyes.
My heart pounded.
Lucas has no martial power to kill me.
However, this intimidation, this atmosphere felt like it would crush me to death.
-I decided.
That I would make you exactly the same as me.
That I would make you feel my pain exactly the same.
The bloodstains that started from his eyes drew a picture and covered his whole body, reaching me through the pool of blood on the floor.
A geometric painting pounced upon my body.
-Now, it's your turn.
A chilly voice struck my ears, and the painting of blood completely encroached upon my body.
And my vision went black.
***
Whirrr-
Dark room, the computer turned on by itself.
It automatically connected to Sulpia, and the notice writing screen popped up.
And one letter at a time began to be typed on the screen.
-R e m a k e N o t i c e