“I did it...”
In a dark space where the only light ca from the dim monitor.
> Author, congratulations on reaching 9.5 million cumulative views!
> Almost 10 million, wow!
“I really did it...”
Roswyn, as usual, was reading the comnts on her novel in the dark room, her emotions overwhelming her.
“The divine power... it’s starting to return....”
With a look of deep emotion, she stretched out her hand, and the suffocating darkness began to disperse in all directions.
- Shhhh...
Light was emanating from Roswyn’s outstretched hand.
The energy, which had been weakening ever since the disappearance of ‘Dark Tale Fantasy,’ the work that had supplied divine power to the world, was now shining brighter than ever.
“I did it!”
This, of course, ant that the supply of divine power had resud.
It also ant that the ‘web novel’ Roswyn had written, based on the story she had been recording, had surpassed the dominance of ‘Dark Tale Fantasy.’
The Eye that had taken control of the world by eliminating ‘Dark Tale Fantasy’ could no longer act as it pleased.
In short, it was a great victory for her.
The divine move that would decide the fate of the world ironically originated from the ‘process’ that the Outer God had so adamantly denied.
“Hehe... serves you right.”
Roswyn, who had briefly observed the Outer God with the gradually recovering program authority, chuckled and leaned back in her chair.
“Now, with just a few simple actions... I can end this wretched tragedy.”
She had been planning the conclusion for several days already.
Of course, her determination had been made when she decided to create the work.
“So... cough, cough...!”
While continuously clicking the mouse, Roswyn suddenly covered her mouth and began to cough.
“Ugh...”
Blood seed to be seeping from her covered hand.
...It seems I’ll have to move faster than I thought.
“Still, I need to say goodbye...”
Wiping the blood from her hand, she smiled faintly and clicked the mouse again.
Then, in front of her.
No, in front of ‘.’
A familiar window appeared.
Novel Serialization:: Write New Post
(Previous Episode - 444)
Staring blankly at the window that had been part of my daily routine, I gently stroked the screen with my hand.
- Tap, tap...
Then, slowly and calmly, I began to write.
Hello, dear readers.
What kind of post is this?
What else could it be?
It’s a thank-you note to all of you reading this.
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Hello, dear readers.
Can you see it too?
Our story,
And the miracle you all have achieved?
The story I desperately wanted to share with you, no matter what.
The dark tale that sank without being welcod anywhere.
It is now shining brightly, having miraculously t all of you.
The views, once ignored by everyone, are now approaching ten million, and it even won first place in the work awards.
It now rivals the status of Dark Tale Fantasy, which those of you who are avid readers of this novel might have enjoyed playing.
It also provides the minimum requirent for a decisive counterattack against the Outer God, who took control of the world.
Yes, that’s right.
The emotional energy you’ve sent while enjoying the novel has piled up, creating a narrow but crucial foothold for a coback.
I am truly grateful to all of you.
To be honest, I still can’t believe it.
I, who am so incompetent and foolish, never imagined I could create a work that surpasses the status of the Dark Tale Fantasy series.
But still,
Even so,
Would you please praise in the comnts for once?
Honestly, every ti I saw a comnt criticizing , I flinched.
But I couldn’t distort the facts. I wrote exactly how foolish and bad I appeared.
It made a bit depressed, but the result is this happiness.
Most of all, I am so glad to have delivered a blow to that annoying Outer God.
What did it say to and Frey?
[For those who have lost their experience, their process, there is no conclusion.]
[Everything you have done. Everything you have endured. The tragedies you faced. Even the victories you achieved.]
[They were all pathetic nonsense.]
Haha, that’s really funny.
The process that you so ridiculed has ultimately beco the decisive blow.
Every event that occurred has beco part of our story and a stepping stone to our victory.
The pathetic nonsense turned out to be you.
So how does it feel? How does it feel to be struck down by a clown on stage?
I know you’re secretly watching this.
Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now
You’re trembling in fear, aren’t you?
Phew, I finally feel relieved.
It’s like a heavy burden has been lifted off my chest.
Yes, it ans I have no more regrets.
I have no regrets even if I die right now.
Ehehe.
Oh, by the way... there’s sothing you all need to know.
Well, it might be a bit sudden for you all...
I think it’s ti for to say goodbye to you all.
Oh, don’t get wrong! I’m not stopping the serialization!
The serialization will continue as usual.
You probably won’t notice any difference.
Then why am I saying goodbye?
Well...
I just wanted to say it once!
Don’t pry too much, just accept the farewell.
I was happy to et you all.
Thank you so much for loving an utterly incompetent and hopeless person like .
So...
Goodbye, everyone.
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“Hehe...”
Roswyn laughed blankly and took her hands off the keyboard, slowly standing up.
“Finally, the ti has co.”
Then, forcing her completely frail body, she began to move to the center of the room.
“Even without , the story will write itself... I’m really relieved...”
Roswyn mumbled, looking once again at the clear screen of the Fifth Ordeal that had just appeared.
- Thud, thud...
Then, silently, she moved forward.
- Thud!
“Ugh.”
But soon, losing her balance, she fell and looked down at her own body.
- Sizzle, sizzle...
Her body was crackling and sizzling.
“I thought I could hold on a bit longer...”
Roswyn, staring calmly at her clearly abnormal state, murmured with a sad expression.
“At the very least, I wanted to hear so praise...”
Thinking this, she reached out her hand.
- Srrr...
Eventually, she grabbed the flowers Frey had sent in large quantities, but they crumbled powerlessly and scattered.
“...It really is the end now.”
The flowers she had carefully preserved in the center of the room were too dried up to give her any more ti.
Even without that, Roswyn’s fate was already sealed.
From the very mont she began the ‘creation’ of the work.
Warning!
“...?”
No matter how much Sun God’s divinity she possessed, Roswyn was rely human.
Moreover, as a mber of a side branch of the imperial family, her divinity was relatively low, possessing only a half-god’s divinity.
Since she had undertaken ‘creation,’ an act allowed only to the creator god and the main god, the cost was inevitable.
Continuing will cause fatal damage to your existence.
“Ah...”
The cost was cruelly her very existence.
Not just the death of her body or soul,
But ‘complete’ annihilation from all world lines and tilines.
No one would rember her,
No one would reminisce about her.
The act of ‘creation,’ which could overturn everything, ca with such a trendous price.
“...”
Thus, when that ssage appeared on the monitor, it was only natural that Roswyn, who had boldly attempted creation, was left in a daze for hours.
“...This must be my karma.”
And a few hours later.
“I’m the most suitable person for this role.”
From the mont Roswyn accepted the ssage with trembling hands...
“...It’s also the only atonent for always pushing you away in countless cycles.”
The world began to slowly erase her existence.
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“Haa, haa...”
Breathing heavily, Roswyn sat in the center of the room, tears streaming from her eyes as she looked at the distant monitor.
- Ding♪ Ding♪
The notification sound that always thrilled her echoed.
By now, comnts were probably being posted on the 445th Chapters she had uploaded.
“I want to see them... more closely...”
Unable to see the comnts clearly due to her blurring vision, Roswyn, sitting in the center, reached out regretfully.
- Tremble...
But her body had no more strength.
“I should have just stayed in front of the computer...”
Regretting not being able to see the praise directed at her, Roswyn mumbled with a slight hint of regret.
- Crackle...
“...Ah.”
And at that mont, an anomaly began.
“No...”
As her body started to fade and scatter, Roswyn’s previously composed expression began to crumble.
“I don’t... I don’t want to disappear...”
Words full of fear escaped her lips.
“I don’t want to disappear like this...”
Her weak voice echoed quietly in the still room.
“Please, save ...”
Embracing her disintegrating body, she trembled in terror.
If she vanished completely, no one would rember her.
The fact that she had ever existed would be erased entirely.
That’s right.
Not in heaven or hell, but in complete ‘nothingness.’
She would disappear forever.
“Soone, please... save ...”
In panic, clutching her head, Roswyn hyperventilated.
She wasn’t an extraordinary person like Frey or Ruby.
Even if she had saved everyone, Roswyn herself was just a very fragile and ordinary girl.
So, it was only natural that the fear of complete annihilation overwheld her.
“Ha... Ha...”
However, Roswyn’s breathing slowly began to calm.
“...”
Finally, she lifted her head, still pale but with a more composed expression.
“At least, for the last mont... I don’t want to look ugly...”
With a tear-stained face, she whispered the saddest and most beautiful smile in the world.
“I’m sorry for everything, Hero.”
She began to dissolve.
“Still... there’s one thing I want to say.”
Becoming the petals of the roses she loved so much...
“In truth, more than anyone, I...”
Petal by petal.
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