“Ugh, here comes another message.”

While Woo-Jin was reading the comments and refreshing the site, he received a new message. Woo-Jin had never interacted with anyone else on the site. He had always received only three kinds of messages — praises and encouragements; negative criticisms, asking questions such as ‘You call this writing?’; and last but not least, messages from publishers, offering to publish his novel.

Woo-Jin had no plans to publish his novel in the first place. He was surprised and amazed when he first received these messages from publishers, but he was now indifferent toward them. Hence, regardless of the type of message he received, he no longer cared about them and had stopped reading them for the most part.

Nevertheless, he wondered who sent the message, so he opened the message window, where the number of unread messages had increased. He saw the publisher's name and closed the window without any regrets. The important thing for him to do right now was to fix his writing style and perfect it, as well as improve the composition of his writing. Woo-Jin decided not to think about anything else; he was very eager to work hard and write today.

“Ack! Oppa, what happened to your face?” Woo-Hee asked in shock because her brother’s face had always looked clean and bright but had now become rough and sunken.

“What are you doing at home at this time? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

“Today is Sunday.”

“Ah…!”

Woo-Jin had lost track of time. He had been...