Chapter 84
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 84
The next day, having finished his preparations to leave, Dokyun sat by the pond, tossing food to the koi and letting out a deep sigh.
I don’t want to go…
He was already worried about what kind of bizarre antics she would pull to make his blood pressure spike today.
Just thinking about it made the back of his neck ache.
Fuck.
He recalled the events of the previous day. After causing such a scene, she had seemed to quiet down for a moment, but she couldn’t even lie still for a full hour before she started picking a fight with him again.
As a result, the doctor, who had been about to go home, had to return to the hospital room to treat her, while he had to stand there like a sinner, apologizing profusely.
He couldn't fathom how a person could be so restless. The memory of her, unable to stay still for a second and spouting nonsense, was already making him feel nauseous.
Another sigh escaped him. For a moment, Dokyun watched the koi gulping down the food and felt a surge of envy.
What a life.
He wanted to live like that, without a single thought in his head.
While he was here, racking his brain with worry, the sight of them swimming so mindlessly through the pond made him wish he could become one of them.
But such thoughts changed nothing.
Dokyun wiped a hand over his face, steeled himself, and stood up, walking away from the pond.
He prayed that, just this once, nothing would happen.
\*
When Dokyun opened the door to the hospital room, the first thing he saw was her, hunched over a laptop, wrestling with it.
Her back was bent, her brow slightly furrowed as she typed.
Eun-seol?
Could Eun-seol be back? A sense of hope swelled in Dokyun as he approached her. She turned to him and greeted him with a wide grin.
“Yo, dude, you’re here.”
A greeting that shattered his hopes in a single instant.
“…Yeah.”
Dokyun replied, feeling a familiar pang of anguish.
He walked over and sat in the chair beside the bed. She had already turned her attention back to the laptop, and a belated sense of suspicion prompted him to ask a question.
“What are you doing?”
He had expected her to start spouting nonsense about browsing the day’s top forum posts the moment she saw him, but her expression was surprisingly serious.
This was a different side of her, a far cry from the girl who usually spent every waking moment glued to online communities.
Feeling a sense of awkwardness, Dokyun watched her. She turned to him again, flashing a bright smile as she answered.
“I’m writing my novel, igi!”
Writing her novel.
It sounded rather grand.
Nodding at the thought, he glanced at the laptop screen. Just as she’d said, a word processor was open.
Come to think of it…
He remembered their first encounter. She had told him she enjoyed his reviews and had asked him to review her novel, too.
At the time, his head had been spinning from her blatant attempt at a backdoor promotion, so he had just nodded and moved on. But thinking back, it meant she was, in fact, writing a novel.
As Dokyun realized this, he looked at Eun-sam with slightly surprised eyes. She scratched her cheek, a hint of embarrassment in her expression.
“It’s just a hakko novel no one reads, igi.”
She dropped her gaze, tapping her fingers on the laptop for a moment before looking back at him and speaking hesitantly.
“Wanna… give it a read?”
Dokyun studied her expression and began to weigh his options.
Her shy expression was completely out of character. Her eyes couldn't meet his, darting around nervously. He could see her hand, resting on the laptop, twitching restlessly, betraying her anxiety.
It was a side of her he had never seen before.
And yet, Dokyun caught a familiar scent in her demeanor.
The smell of a hakko.
The scent. The pungent smell of an amateur was so strong it made his nose tingle.
Deep within his mind, another self began to stir. The name of this awakened ego was ‘Deep Sea Honeybee.’
The Honeybee sensed its turn and spread its wings, but his reason immediately tried to restrain it.
What followed was a bloody debate between his two divided selves.
Reason spoke first.
You absolutely cannot read it. It’s bound to be an abyss beyond your wildest imagination. Besides, if you read it, you’ll be forced to write a promotional review.
The Honeybee retorted.
Since when have you ever read anything that wasn’t an abyss? And you can just keep your mouth shut and not write a review. Can’t you smell it? That pungent, amateur scent is practically stabbing you in the nose. How can you resist this?
Reason spoke again.
Get a grip. This is Go Eun-sam. What if you get hit with some kind of literary gore?
The Honeybee shot back.
Like that’s anything new. Weren’t we the ones who survived the story about the octopus butthole-fucker?
The clash between his two selves raged on.
But, as always, Dokyun’s reason was no match for his impulse.
The tide of battle slowly turned in the Honeybee’s favor. Gaining momentum, the Honeybee delivered a devastating blow to his now-tattered reason.
A vile smile spread across the Honeybee’s lips as it spoke.
You. Me. We.
We are the Deep Sea Honeybee.
We are the salvagers who pull glittering gems from the Deep Sea, where all manner of filth churns.
Crumble—.
His reason shattered.
Having made his decision, Dokyun looked at her and spoke.
“Let me see it.”
At his words, the anxiety on her face vanished, replaced by a bright expression.
“Ah…! Okay, igi! Gimme your phone! I’ll search it for you!”
Eun-sam took Dokyun’s smartphone, typed something in, and pulled up her novel’s main page before handing it back.
“Uh, you don’t have to beat around the bush just to spare my feelings, igi. If there’s anything lacking, just tell me, okay?”
Dokyun took the phone from her, nodded, and looked at the screen.
A moment later.
Oh, my God.
Dokyun stared at the title, his breath catching in his throat.
[The Legend of the Seven Dicks]
He could feel the thrumming pulse of the abyss just from the title.
Sensing that something was terribly wrong, Dokyun glanced at her. She was staring back at him, her eyes sparkling.
Her gaze was filled with expectation, expectation, and more expectation.
The pressure was mounting.
How could he not know?
Beneath the requests of hakko authors for “unfiltered feedback” lay not a desire for self-improvement through honest opinions, but an earnest hope to hear sincere praise.
Having learned this through countless experiences and failures, Dokyun couldn’t bring himself to say the title was shit.
If he said anything even slightly negative right now, she would undoubtedly abandon the novel on the spot.
He had to control his expression.
With that decided, Dokyun forced the corners of his mouth into a smile and continued.
“G-Great title…”
Her expression brightened at his words.
Then, radiating an aura of excitement, she began to explain the title in a loud voice.
“Right? What’s the most important thing in a novel! First, you gotta grab their interest, right? I spent days and nights agonizing over how this title could hook people, igi!”
I think you agonized in the wrong direction.
He wanted to say it, but seeing how happy she was, the words wouldn’t leave his mouth.
As their emotions diverged to opposite extremes, she spoke.
“Well, go on, read it, igi!”
She was ordering him to drink the poison.
There was no turning back now.
No, it can’t be that bad…
Dokyun took a deep breath and composed himself. He still had one last sliver of hope.
Go Eun-sam’s original personality is Eun-ah.
Yes, that was the reason his deliberation had ultimately tilted toward ‘reading it.’
His calculation was that, since the original personality was Eun-ah—whose writing skills were second to none—the writing itself couldn’t be that bad. That was the calculation that had led him to accept her offer.
Steeling himself, he looked at the screen. A total of 278 chapters were listed.
She wrote a lot.
The prologue was uploaded in 2014.
Had she been writing it whenever she had the chance to come out? Feeling a strange sense of admiration, he glanced at her, only to see her craning her neck, her flushed face pushed toward him.
The pressure, naturally, intensified.
Dokyun forced another smile and spoke.
“Alright, shall I… take a look?”
“Let’s gooo~!”
She pumped her fist in the air. Dokyun managed a strained laugh, nodded, and turned his gaze to the screen.
Praying that it would be at least half—no, a quarter—as good as Go Eun-ah’s work, Dokyun opened the prologue and read the first sentence.
—
My dick’s tip glows, and my pre-cum shall judge my enemies.
—
He was sunk by a single sentence.
\*
Where did it all go wrong?
No, he knew the answer.
I shouldn’t have said I’d read it.
He shouldn’t have challenged it. He shouldn’t have underestimated Go Eun-sam.
He felt like his mind was being torn to shreds. Every single sentence was a lethal poison, tightening its grip around his throat.
If that were all, it would have been fine. He could have endured it with the resilience he’d built up from his Deep Sea explorations. But that cruel woman made sure to dig into his wounds by adding her own commentary during the highlight scenes.
—
The Heavenly Demon’s dick soared as if to pierce the sky.
[Heavenly Demon Erection]
The Heavenly Demon, who had unified the martial world, swung the dick that towered high into the sky.
—
“A chapter boss needs to be at least this big, right? How can you resist a huge-dicked Heavenly Demon who’s come to conquer another world?”
Please, just resist it for me.
—
An armor made of pre-cum formed around the Knight Captain’s dick.
[Cooper Armor]
The dick-jizz fired by the Small-Dicked Sparrow all bounced off the Cooper Armor.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang!
—
“That’s the Knight Captain’s signature technique, igi! When you think of a Knight Captain, you think of cool armor! And when you think of armor, you think of pre-cum, right?”
He had no idea what kind of logic that was, but apparently, that was how it worked.
—
Juseph thought. There was no chance of victory like this. The Black Demon King was massive and powerful. He needed a stronger weapon. A harder dick.
He painted a picture in his mind’s eye.
He imagined a dick hard enough to withstand the Black Demon King’s railgun ejaculation. He imagined a sharp tip that could pierce a steel-like glans. He imagined a massive size that could reach the center of that colossal body.
The manifestation of his mind’s image.
Juseph’s dick began to grow.
The erection power he had honed for ages was being depleted, but that was not important.
If he defeated that heinous Demon King, the world would know peace.
He could sacrifice the erection power he had built over long years, and even his massive dick, for that cause.
Juseph’s dick, forged in determination, stood erect.
[Aura of Erection]
The final battle had begun.
—
Dokyun was staring at the screen with dark, hollow eyes when he belatedly realized there was no next chapter. He lifted his head.
At the end of his gaze was Eun-sam, her face flushed with excitement as she shouted.
“Kyah~! Doesn’t that get you hyped?”
Rage began to well up inside him.
“An ultimate move has to be this epic! I got the idea from Sword Aura Manifestation, igi!”
This is not a sword aura.
“How was it? Was it good?”
It was horrific.
As he answered internally, Dokyun felt his insides burn at the sight of her expectant face.
He had truly suffered internal damage, for the first time in years.
His long experience told him: this was at least a week-long injury. He wouldn’t be able to touch another novel for at least a week.
Moisture welled up in his eyes.
“Huh? Dude, are you crying? Was it that moving? Man, you’re making me blush…!”
Dokyun was certain the liquid flowing from his eyes was tears of blood. He wanted to wash what he had seen from his mind, but it was seared into his memory.
“Sorry… I’m not usually one to cry. But the tears are just coming out today…”
He wanted to die.
He resented his past self so much that he could never forgive himself.
Just as he was feeling the depths of despair, she asked again.
“How was it…? Was it fun…?”
Was it fun? That was her question.
‘Fun.’
Fun. Yes, he had to admit it. It wasn’t not fun.
Despite the god-awful content, her original self was still Eun-ah, so the structure of the writing itself was excellent. It had compelled him to read to the very end, even as his mind was being shredded.
That fact was what made it all so infuriating.
This was a corrupted evolution of Go Eun-ah.
This was Dark-Digivolved Go Eun-ah.
He wanted to lash out at her. He wanted to tell her to stop at once.
However.
“Only one person reads it… but isn’t a writer someone who keeps writing as long as there’s even one reader left?”
Her words stopped him cold.
The view count, which now read ‘2,’ had been ‘1’ until he had started reading.
He couldn’t bring himself to tell her that the ‘1’ she had been using as her motivation was her own view count. He didn’t have the courage to say something so cruel.
“I-It’s good…”
Dokyun forced a smile and managed to 8"?> Unknown
The next day, having finished his preparations to leave, Dokyun sat by the pond, tossing food to the koi and letting out a deep sigh.
I don’t want to go…
He was already worried about what kind of bizarre antics she would pull to make his blood pressure spike today.
Just thinking about it made the back of his neck ache.
Fuck.
He recalled the events of the previous day. After causing such a scene, she had seemed to quiet down for a moment, but she couldn’t even lie still for a full hour before she started picking a fight with him again.
As a result, the doctor, who had been about to go home, had to return to the hospital room to treat her, while he had to stand there like a sinner, apologizing profusely.
He couldn't fathom how a person could be so restless. The memory of her, unable to stay still for a second and spouting nonsense, was already making him feel nauseous.
Another sigh escaped him. For a moment, Dokyun watched the koi gulping down the food and felt a surge of envy.
What a life.
He wanted to live like that, without a single thought in his head.
While he was here, racking his brain with worry, the sight of them swimming so mindlessly through the pond made him wish he could become one of them.
But such thoughts changed nothing.
Dokyun wiped a hand over his face, steeled himself, and stood up, walking away from the pond.
He prayed that, just this once, nothing would happen.
\*
When Dokyun opened the door to the hospital room, the first thing he saw was her, hunched over a laptop, wrestling with it.
Her back was bent, her brow slightly furrowed as she typed.
Eun-seol?
Could Eun-seol be back? A sense of hope swelled in Dokyun as he approached her. She turned to him and greeted him with a wide grin.
“Yo, dude, you’re here.”
A greeting that shattered his hopes in a single instant.
“…Yeah.”
Dokyun replied, feeling a familiar pang of anguish.
He walked over and sat in the chair beside the bed. She had already turned her attention back to the laptop, and a belated sense of suspicion prompted him to ask a question.
“What are you doing?”
He had expected her to start spouting nonsense about browsing the day’s top forum posts the moment she saw him, but her expression was surprisingly serious.
This was a different side of her, a far cry from the girl who usually spent every waking moment glued to online communities.
Feeling a sense of awkwardness, Dokyun watched her. She turned to him again, flashing a bright smile as she answered.
“I’m writing my novel, igi!”
Writing her novel.
It sounded rather grand.
Nodding at the thought, he glanced at the laptop screen. Just as she’d said, a word processor was open.
Come to think of it…
He remembered their first encounter. She had told him she enjoyed his reviews and had asked him to review her novel, too.
At the time, his head had been spinning from her blatant attempt at a backdoor promotion, so he had just nodded and moved on. But thinking back, it meant she was, in fact, writing a novel.
As Dokyun realized this, he looked at Eun-sam with slightly surprised eyes. She scratched her cheek, a hint of embarrassment in her expression.
“It’s just a hakko novel no one reads, igi.”
She dropped her gaze, tapping her fingers on the laptop for a moment before looking back at him and speaking hesitantly.
“Wanna… give it a read?”
Dokyun studied her expression and began to weigh his options.
Her shy expression was completely out of character. Her eyes couldn't meet his, darting around nervously. He could see her hand, resting on the laptop, twitching restlessly, betraying her anxiety.
It was a side of her he had never seen before.
And yet, Dokyun caught a familiar scent in her demeanor.
The smell of a hakko.
The scent. The pungent smell of an amateur was so strong it made his nose tingle.
Deep within his mind, another self began to stir. The name of this awakened ego was ‘Deep Sea Honeybee.’
The Honeybee sensed its turn and spread its wings, but his reason immediately tried to restrain it.
What followed was a bloody debate between his two divided selves.
Reason spoke first.
You absolutely cannot read it. It’s bound to be an abyss beyond your wildest imagination. Besides, if you read it, you’ll be forced to write a promotional review.
The Honeybee retorted.
Since when have you ever read anything that wasn’t an abyss? And you can just keep your mouth shut and not write a review. Can’t you smell it? That pungent, amateur scent is practically stabbing you in the nose. How can you resist this?
Reason spoke again.
Get a grip. This is Go Eun-sam. What if you get hit with some kind of literary gore?
The Honeybee shot back.
Like that’s anything new. Weren’t we the ones who survived the story about the octopus butthole-fucker?
The clash between his two selves raged on.
But, as always, Dokyun’s reason was no match for his impulse.
The tide of battle slowly turned in the Honeybee’s favor. Gaining momentum, the Honeybee delivered a devastating blow to his now-tattered reason.
A vile smile spread across the Honeybee’s lips as it spoke.
You. Me. We.
We are the Deep Sea Honeybee.
We are the salvagers who pull glittering gems from the Deep Sea, where all manner of filth churns.
Crumble—.
His reason shattered.
Having made his decision, Dokyun looked at her and spoke.
“Let me see it.”
At his words, the anxiety on her face vanished, replaced by a bright expression.
“Ah…! Okay, igi! Gimme your phone! I’ll search it for you!”
Eun-sam took Dokyun’s smartphone, typed something in, and pulled up her novel’s main page before handing it back.
“Uh, you don’t have to beat around the bush just to spare my feelings, igi. If there’s anything lacking, just tell me, okay?”
Dokyun took the phone from her, nodded, and looked at the screen.
A moment later.
Oh, my God.
Dokyun stared at the title, his breath catching in his throat.
[The Legend of the Seven Dicks]
He could feel the thrumming pulse of the abyss just from the title.
Sensing that something was terribly wrong, Dokyun glanced at her. She was staring back at him, her eyes sparkling.
Her gaze was filled with expectation, expectation, and more expectation.
The pressure was mounting.
How could he not know?
Beneath the requests of hakko authors for “unfiltered feedback” lay not a desire for self-improvement through honest opinions, but an earnest hope to hear sincere praise.
Having learned this through countless experiences and failures, Dokyun couldn’t bring himself to say the title was shit.
If he said anything even slightly negative right now, she would undoubtedly abandon the novel on the spot.
He had to control his expression.
With that decided, Dokyun forced the corners of his mouth into a smile and continued.
“G-Great title…”
Her expression brightened at his words.
Then, radiating an aura of excitement, she began to explain the title in a loud voice.
“Right? What’s the most important thing in a novel! First, you gotta grab their interest, right? I spent days and nights agonizing over how this title could hook people, igi!”
I think you agonized in the wrong direction.
He wanted to say it, but seeing how happy she was, the words wouldn’t leave his mouth.
As their emotions diverged to opposite extremes, she spoke.
“Well, go on, read it, igi!”
She was ordering him to drink the poison.
There was no turning back now.
No, it can’t be that bad…
Dokyun took a deep breath and composed himself. He still had one last sliver of hope.
Go Eun-sam’s original personality is Eun-ah.
Yes, that was the reason his deliberation had ultimately tilted toward ‘reading it.’
His calculation was that, since the original personality was Eun-ah—whose writing skills were second to none—the writing itself couldn’t be that bad. That was the calculation that had led him to accept her offer.
Steeling himself, he looked at the screen. A total of 278 chapters were listed.
She wrote a lot.
The prologue was uploaded in 2014.
Had she been writing it whenever she had the chance to come out? Feeling a strange sense of admiration, he glanced at her, only to see her craning her neck, her flushed face pushed toward him.
The pressure, naturally, intensified.
Dokyun forced another smile and spoke.
“Alright, shall I… take a look?”
“Let’s gooo~!”
She pumped her fist in the air. Dokyun managed a strained laugh, nodded, and turned his gaze to the screen.
Praying that it would be at least half—no, a quarter—as good as Go Eun-ah’s work, Dokyun opened the prologue and read the first sentence.
—
My dick’s tip glows, and my pre-cum shall judge my enemies.
—
He was sunk by a single sentence.
\*
Where did it all go wrong?
No, he knew the answer.
I shouldn’t have said I’d read it.
He shouldn’t have challenged it. He shouldn’t have underestimated Go Eun-sam.
He felt like his mind was being torn to shreds. Every single sentence was a lethal poison, tightening its grip around his throat.
If that were all, it would have been fine. He could have endured it with the resilience he’d built up from his Deep Sea explorations. But that cruel woman made sure to dig into his wounds by adding her own commentary during the highlight scenes.
—
The Heavenly Demon’s dick soared as if to pierce the sky.
[Heavenly Demon Erection]
The Heavenly Demon, who had unified the martial world, swung the dick that towered high into the sky.
—
“A chapter boss needs to be at least this big, right? How can you resist a huge-dicked Heavenly Demon who’s come to conquer another world?”
Please, just resist it for me.
—
An armor made of pre-cum formed around the Knight Captain’s dick.
[Cooper Armor]
The dick-jizz fired by the Small-Dicked Sparrow all bounced off the Cooper Armor.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang!
—
“That’s the Knight Captain’s signature technique, igi! When you think of a Knight Captain, you think of cool armor! And when you think of armor, you think of pre-cum, right?”
He had no idea what kind of logic that was, but apparently, that was how it worked.
—
Juseph thought. There was no chance of victory like this. The Black Demon King was massive and powerful. He needed a stronger weapon. A harder dick.
He painted a picture in his mind’s eye.
He imagined a dick hard enough to withstand the Black Demon King’s railgun ejaculation. He imagined a sharp tip that could pierce a steel-like glans. He imagined a massive size that could reach the center of that colossal body.
The manifestation of his mind’s image.
Juseph’s dick began to grow.
The erection power he had honed for ages was being depleted, but that was not important.
If he defeated that heinous Demon King, the world would know peace.
He could sacrifice the erection power he had built over long years, and even his massive dick, for that cause.
Juseph’s dick, forged in determination, stood erect.
[Aura of Erection]
The final battle had begun.
—
Dokyun was staring at the screen with dark, hollow eyes when he belatedly realized there was no next chapter. He lifted his head.
At the end of his gaze was Eun-sam, her face flushed with excitement as she shouted.
“Kyah~! Doesn’t that get you hyped?”
Rage began to well up inside him.
“An ultimate move has to be this epic! I got the idea from Sword Aura Manifestation, igi!”
This is not a sword aura.
“How was it? Was it good?”
It was horrific.
As he answered internally, Dokyun felt his insides burn at the sight of her expectant face.
He had truly suffered internal damage, for the first time in years.
His long experience told him: this was at least a week-long injury. He wouldn’t be able to touch another novel for at least a week.
Moisture welled up in his eyes.
“Huh? Dude, are you crying? Was it that moving? Man, you’re making me blush…!”
Dokyun was certain the liquid flowing from his eyes was tears of blood. He wanted to wash what he had seen from his mind, but it was seared into his memory.
“Sorry… I’m not usually one to cry. But the tears are just coming out today…”
He wanted to die.
He resented his past self so much that he could never forgive himself.
Just as he was feeling the depths of despair, she asked again.
“How was it…? Was it fun…?”
Was it fun? That was her question.
‘Fun.’
Fun. Yes, he had to admit it. It wasn’t not fun.
Despite the god-awful content, her original self was still Eun-ah, so the structure of the writing itself was excellent. It had compelled him to read to the very end, even as his mind was being shredded.
That fact was what made it all so infuriating.
This was a corrupted evolution of Go Eun-ah.
This was Dark-Digivolved Go Eun-ah.
He wanted to lash out at her. He wanted to tell her to stop at once.
However.
“Only one person reads it… but isn’t a writer someone who keeps writing as long as there’s even one reader left?”
Her words stopped him cold.
The view count, which now read ‘2,’ had been ‘1’ until he had started reading.
He couldn’t bring himself to tell her that the ‘1’ she had been using as her motivation was her own view count. He didn’t have the courage to say something so cruel.
“I-It’s good…”
Dokyun forced a smile and managed to reply.