The large morning sun shone on a tall, beautiful building in the heart of Gangnam. The owner of the building—me—sat in the president’s office on the top floor of OnlyGod Publishing House.0

I sat on the leather sofa, preoccupied with my mobile game.0

Knock knock—0

“Come in.”0

My editor-in-charge walked in, bowing respectfully toward me.0

"Um, Mr. President, how's your serialization coming along today? Any progress?"0

I rubbed my nose with my thumb, yelling at him. “Do you think I can finish the manuscript under pressure? Have some patience! Creation needs time!”0

Wiping his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief, my editor said nervously, “The platform is urging us for the manuscript. They even threatened to terminate our contract if we delay it any longer. It’ll be a huge blow to our publishing house, which has been running at a deficit…”0

I let out a sigh. Straightening out the zipper on my green training suit, I gave him a condescending look. “What’s the fuss, Mr. Editor? We can just buy the platform.”0

Then, I laid out large, beautiful golden statues on the desk that had the nameplate “Yu Il-Shin” on it. Statues of various versions of me greeted...4