There are three ways to survive in a ruined world. I have forgotten some of
them now. However, one thing is certain: you who are currently reading
these words will survive.
–Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World [Complete]
A web novel platform filled the screen of my old smartphone. I scrolled
down and then up again. How many times have I been doing this?
"Really? This is the end?"
I looked again, and the 'complete' was unmistakable. The story was over.
[Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World]
Author: tls123 3,149 chapters.
'Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World' was a feature-length fantasy
novel with 3,149 chapters. ]
Its shortened name was 'Ways of Survival'.
I have been steadily reading this novel since the third year of middle school.
Even when I was bullied by the delinquents at my school, even when I had
to enter a third-rate, local university since I screwed up my entrance exams,
even when I was assigned to a military unit at the frontlines since the damn
military draft lottery went wrong, and even now, working as a contractor for
a large subsidiary, still without a full-time job... damn it, let's stop thinking
about this. Anyway.
Author's words: Thank you so much for reading 'Ways of Survival' up to
here. I will come back to you with an epilogue!]
"Ah… The epilogue still remains. Then the next chapter is really the last
one."
From the end of my childhood all the way to adulthood—a long journey
spanning over ten years. I felt a mixture of desolation that a world was
coming to an end along with a sense of fulfillment from finally being able to
reach the conclusion of that world. I opened the comment box for the last
chapter and re-wrote a sentence several times.
–Kim Dokja: Writer, thank you for everything in the meantime. I am looking
forward to the epilogue.
They were sincere sentences. Ways of Survival was my life's novel. It wasn't
the most popular, but it was the best novel for me. There were many words I
wanted to say but I couldn't write them. I was afraid that my careless words
would hurt the writer.
–An average of 1.9 hits per chapter.
–An average of 1.08 comments. This was the average popularity index of 'Ways of Survival'. The number of
views for the first chapter was 1,2000, but it fell to 120 for the 10th chapter,
and then 12 for the 50th chapter. By the time it was the 100th chapter, it was
only 1.
Hits= 1.
I was overwhelmed by the feeling I got when I saw the numerous '1' that
appeared next to the list of chapters. In some cases, there was a '2', but it was
likely someone pressing the wrong button.
'Thank you'.
The author published a novel with more than 3,000 chapters with just 1 hit
per chapter over a period of 10 years. It was truly a story just for me. I
pressed on the 'Recommendation Board' and immediately started tapping on
the keyboard,
–I have a dope novel to recommend
The author wrote me a free completed novel, so I should give him a
recommendation. I clicked on the completed button, and comments quickly
appeared.
–It looks like a new anti. I searched for this person's ID, and they
recommended the same novel several times.
–Isn't his recommendation banned? The author shouldn't do this here.
Belatedly, it occurred to me that I wrote a recommendation a few months
ago. In an instant, dozens of comments were covered with rhetoric such as
"attention seeker" or "dumbass." My face became flushed.
I was sure the author would also read this. So, I hurriedly tried to delete my
post, but I only got a message saying that it couldn't be deleted because ithad already been reported.
"This…" There was a bitter taste in my mouth at the thought that the sincerely written
recommendation ended up becoming a stain on the novel's reputation. If they
even looked a little bit, why didn't anyone try reading the interesting novel? I
wanted to give a donation to the writer, but I couldn't afford it because I was
a salary worker barely able to make a living. Then I received a notification
that a 'message has arrived'.
–tls123: Thank you.
A message flew in from out of nowhere. It took me a while to grasp the
situation.
–Kim Dokja: The author?
tls123—it was the author of 'Ways of Survival'.
–tls123: I was able to complete it to the end thanks to you. I also won the
competition.
I couldn't believe it. Ways of Survival won a competition?
–Kim Dokja: Congratulations! What is the competition?
tls123: You won't know it because it is an unknown competition.
I wondered if he lied because he was ashamed, but I wanted it to be true.
Perhaps I really didn't know. It might be a bit hit on other platforms. I was a
little sad, but it was good to have an excellent story spreading.
–tls123: I would like to send a special gift to you as a thank you.
–Kim Dokja: Gift?
–tls123: It is thanks to my dear reader that this story has come into the
world.
I gave the writer my email address as he asked.
–tls123: Ah, right. I got the monetization schedule. –Kim Dokja: Wow, really? When will it start? This masterpiece should've
been paid from the beginning…
It was a lie. The Ways of Survival was a daily series, so I would've had to
spend 3,000 won a month. 3,000 won was one convenience-store lunch for
me.
–tls123: The monetization starts tomorrow.
–Kim Dokja: Then the epilogue coming tomorrow will be paid?
–tls123: Yes, I'm afraid you need to pay for it.
–Kim Dokja: Of course, I have to pay! I will buy the last one!
After that, there was no reply from the author. It looked like they logged out
of the site. A sense of despondency settled in. Were they leaving without
even replying now that they were successful? My admiration turned into
petty jealousy. What was I so excited about? It wasn't like I had written the
novel anyway.
"Will they give me a gift certificate? It'd be nice if it has around 50,000
won."
Those were the naive thoughts I had back then.
I knew nothing about what would happen to the world the next day.