Chapter 10

How many days have passed since then?

I no longer have a sense of time.

At some point I stopped posting “Other World’s Pincer Master.”

I just gave up, not doing anything in particular.

I read novels on “Let’s Write a Novel,” I spent the day lying down, I pointlessly trained my muscles.

There were days I sat in a stupor at the foot of the bed.

I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted something, anything, to put in my mouth.

There was little to do.

I could browse “Let’s Write a Novel,” write a novel, or draw a picture with the software.

In other words I could view and create artistic works.

I didn’t want to read novels, but there wasn’t anything else to do.

I mostly spent my days reading over novels, meditating, and running in circles.

There are a lot of works available.

I could pass loads of time.

Nevertheless, even that came to an end.

There were ultimately a finite amount of novels on “Let’s Write a Novel”.

That one year continued to loop, from April 2017 to March 2018.

Only novels written up that point were available to me.

I had read pretty much all of them.

Of course, I might have missed a couple novels here and there, but at the very least I had read all the novels on the rankings.

My drawing skills also advanced.

It’s not at a professional level and by no means does the software have very high performance, so I can’t say that it’s beautiful, but if I’m remembering it correctly this should be close to sufficient.

That is to say, I needed to draw a picture every few days or I’d forget what they looked like.

People’s faces.

However, in time, that too was lost to me.

I went to a corner and sat down, staring at the room that had become all too familiar.

Silence.

Neither the sound of the PC running nor the electric hum of the monitor could be heard.

Alone in the quiet room, I looked across to the opposite corner.

It was the farthest spot from me.

Because I haven’t taken the first place in the cumulative rankings yet.

Then there’s no way this door will open.

No, but how about it?

Recently I was only checking the points of daily rankings.

What was the cumulative ranking today?

When I saw it before, I’m sure, yes, the left most number was three.

Swallowing my saliva, I put my hand on the doorknob.

If I went back and looked at the rankings, I’d know in one shot.

But I didn’t.

I put my hand on the door knob, slowly turned it… and slowly pulled it.

There was no resistance that should have been there.

“I…… Haa…!”

My heart started to pound.

I put power into my arm. From the legs, waist, chest, back, neck.

I filled my whole body with strength, and I decided to open the door!

And I turned back.

“Oh, huh, ha.”

I took a deep breath.

And slowly removed my hand from the doorknob, letting go of it.

Then, as I retreated, I returned to the computer one step at a time and sat on the chair.

I grabbed the mouse and checked the ranking.

“Did I take it…”

It was the first place.

350221 points.

Who rated and bookmarked me?

I don’t know. I have no idea.

But my eyes weren’t deceiving me.

It was written that my novel was in first place.

But at the same time, it was visible.

The difference the first and second place is only a few points.

If someone whimsically removes a bookmark or cancels the rating, it will quickly fall to the second place.

If that happened, then that door might close.

I might never be able to take the first place again.

Since I can get out now, I should just leave.

Right now. While I had first place.

That’s what I did everything here for.

“……..”

But I didn’t let go of the mouse.

The journey was long.

A long, long journey.

I have traveled with them.

I didn’t have a conversation with them. I’ve decided all the conversation.

Personality, gender, hobbies, things they are good with, things they are bad with.

I’ve decided everything.

Their will does not exist there.

But I traveled with them.

It’s true that I traveled.

And the readers also traveled.

There are people who have supported my work for a long time.

Every day, there are people who wrote their comments.

There were those who always criticized my writing, but I finally earned their prase after the the fight against the last boss.

Many different people have traveled.

And he also traveled.

He also wrote his comments.

Though it’s only a few times, he gave me heartwarming words.

He also gave me a message.

Impressive to me, he’s the one I’ll never forget.

He wrote that he liked my work.

Even though he posted his own work, he wrote that he liked my work.

I also like his work.

…The journey must end.

The line of sight is reflected on the word processor that has been left on.

The final chapter is written now.

The content is as follows.

The main character, he has to decide whether to stay in this world or to return.

At first, he had no reason to return.

The original world was like a shit pit, and he didn’t find any value in it.

But he noticed.

The original world and this world are the same.

There are inevitable situations in every world.

To be happy, to be upset, to be sad, and to have fun.

No matter what world you are in, the same thing happens.

This world has become peaceful.

All the problems in this world have been brought to an end by him. He did everything he could.

There are no more problems left.

Was that really the case?

No. Wrong.

There was only one problem left in this world.

Only one.

It was his.

It’s his problem. It’s just his problem.

However, he who is the savior of this world must end it.

That’s why he—