"No, no, no... Is this really how the protagonist is supposed to act?!"
"And why the hell do you always kill off the female characters around him? At least you could’ve spared the main heroine!"
"And—what the hell happened to Leo Taylor? Why did his character get so nerfed as the story progressed?! I an—"
"Will you just shut up already?!"
A yell erupted inside the cramped apartnt, loud enough that the neighbors might have heard it.
The guy who’d been ranting monts ago clamped his hands over his ears, startled by the outburst. He had average looks—black hair, black eyes, in his late twenties—but at that mont, his expression froze in disbelief.
After a few seconds of silence, he lowered his hands and glared at the man sitting across from him. Behind that man was a computer screen, the latest Chapter of a web novel glowing on the monitor.
[Chapter 499: Awakening of the Hero]
[Ray Miller activated his Talent as he charged toward the horde of monsters—]
The black-haired man sighed, crossing his arms. "Look, I’m just trying to help."
"No, you’re not!" the author snapped.
"You’re just ripping apart my work! Do you even know how much ti I spent on these Chapters?"
The critic raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"It’s called constructive feedback, you dumbass."
"Oh, please! I’m the author here! I decide where the story goes, not you! As a reader, your job is to give opinions, not trash my work like so arrogant editor!"
That was the final straw.
The black-haired man’s patience snapped, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Wow. Okay. So you begged to help, said it was urgent, and now that I’m giving you feedback, you’re yelling at ?" He scoffed, standing up.
"You know what? I’m done. If you’re going to throw a tantrum instead of listening, don’t call again. Sort your own damn story out."
With that, he turned to leave.
Click. BAM!
The author’s friend threw the tablet he’d been holding onto the floor with a loud crash, the screen cracking on impact. Without another word, he stord out of the apartnt.
"You’ll regret this, Rin! Even if you apologize, I won’t forgive you!"
As Rin descended the stairs, his friend’s voice echoed from inside the apartnt, but it only soured his mood further.
"Tch. Who’s going to apologize to a stubborn idiot like you? If he can’t handle honest criticism, he should just stop writing," Rin muttered under his breath.
He walked out of the apartnt complex, heading toward the main road, but his mind was a ss.
Today had been a disaster.
He’d just lost his only job, and now he was officially unemployed. And instead of searching for a new one, he’d wasted ti arguing about his friend’s cliché web novel.
’How idiotic of ... I should be job hunting instead of wasting my breath on nonsense.’
Rin was lost in thought—so lost he stepped into the street without checking the red light.
And that was his biggest mistake of the day.
In an instant—
BEEP! BEEP!
The blare of a truck horn shattered his thoughts.
Rin froze, slowly turning toward the source of the sound.
At that mont—
Everything seed to slow down.
A massive white cargo truck barreled toward him at full speed.
Its tal fra glead under the dim streetlights.
Its front grille, smudged with dirt, looked like the gaping maw of a beast ready to devour him.
The driver’s wide-eyed panic was barely visible through the windshield as he desperately slamd the brakes—
But it was too late.
Rin’s legs wouldn’t move. His body refused to react. His mind scread at him to run, jump, do sothing!
But he stood there.
Paralyzed.
His life flashed before his eyes.
—Being abandoned as a child, never knowing his parents’ faces.
—Playing with the other orphans, trying to forget the loneliness.
—Sitting alone in the school cafeteria, watching others laugh while he remained unseen.
—The mont he t his first friend, the sa one he’d just argued with.
—Working dead-end jobs just to afford a tiny, cramped apartnt.
—Wasting ti on pointless things—like arguing over a novel’s plot.
Regret.
That was the last thing he felt.
Then—
BAM!
The impact was violent.
The truck collided with his frail body like a hamr smashing glass.
A burst of pain—unimaginable, unbearable—exploded through his torso as his bones shattered on impact.
Blood splattered the pavent as he was flung into the air like a broken ragdoll.
The world spun.
Neon signs blurred together in a mix of red and blue.
His vision darkened.
"Ahhh! Soone help! There’s been an accident!"
"Call 911! Hurry!"
Distant voices and panicked shouts.
Rin could barely hear them.
The pain was fading. He felt numb, weightless, as if his body no longer belonged to him.
Lying on the cold pavent, he stared at the night sky one last ti.
The stars looked beautiful.
Then everything went black.
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