Chapter 294
“A character deletion match. You F***ing Bitch?”
“I’ve been through a lot too!”
Thwack!
Fake Dahaka launched a counterattack.
Where did a fake get this kind of power?
Even the real one shouldn’t be this strong.
“Been through what? You were just lounging around in an Other World!”
“You still don’t know the truth. Isn’t it about time you realized?”
About time I realized? I didn’t know what she was talking about.
Anyway, since Leo was dead, it was time to end this.
“Don’t make me laugh!”
Smack!
If it came down to pure strength, there was no way I’d lose to this bitch anyway.
I didn’t know where this fragment had popped up from, but as always, this fragment would be absorbed by me.
I needed to show her the difference between the main body and a clone.
“Ugh. To ignorantly build up nothing but strength like this.”
After getting beaten up a few times, this Damn Bitch muttered with a bloodied face.
“I may not look it, but I’ve even obtained the Power of Gluttony.”
I had eaten a lot so far, so I had gotten that much stronger.
Therefore, there was no way I would die like this.
No matter how much I got beaten up. There was no way the main body would lose to a clone.
“Even so, you cannot defeat me!”
Crash!
Before I knew it, the lump of fragments had dodged far back.
She had built up that much power in that short time?
“I’m going to lose? What kind of bullshit is that?”
There was no way I would lose to a mere clone, right?
“At first, I was just going to be quietly absorbed. But if it comes to this, it’s just too unfair for me!”
“Unfair?”
What was so unfair? If anyone should feel it was unfair, shouldn’t it be me, the one who got beaten up?
I needed to quickly take her down and go back.
Shouldn’t Jiyeon-i be awake by now?
I needed to quickly end this messy fight and go back.
“Shouldn’t you realize who you and I are?”
“What kind of bull - “
“I have absolutely no intention of losing to a bitch who doesn’t even know herself! I am Dahaka. You stupid bitch!”
Before I could even retort, a fist flew at my cheek.
Whack!
“Kegh?”
She still has this kind of power?
This isn’t an ordinary fragment, is it? It’s a strength that makes me wonder if she might actually be stronger than me, the main body.
No. That can’t be. There’s no way that bitch is actually the main body.
If she’s the main body, then what am I?
Isn’t that strange?
Thud! Smack!
Why can’t I resist 'this'?
“See. In the end, you can’t even put up a proper resistance. If you’re really Dahaka, shouldn’t you be able to stop me here?”
That’s right. I have to stop her. I have to fight.
But something is strange. Even if I try to fight now, I can’t fight properly.
It’s hard to exert my full power. Why is this happening?
It’s as if I’m instinctively rejecting it.
“This damn bitch keeps…”
“If you’re really the main body, you should absorb me properly, shouldn’t you?”
“Shut up!”
No. I can’t let her speak anymore.
“And yet, what’s the reason you can’t absorb me? It’s because I am the main body, and…”
“Then you’re saying I’m a fragment?”
No. There’s no way I’m a fragment.
A fragment had already met me and acknowledged me as the main body.
So how could I be a fragment?
At my question, the fake stroked my hair and whispered in my ear.
“It means you’re just imitating me.”
“What kind of bullshit is that!”
Am I just imitating her? Then does that mean I’m not a fragment or anything at all?
“It’s time to step down from the stage. Yu Eunha.”
The fake pressed her lips against mine.
At that moment, a light flashed in my head.
Shatter!
Suddenly, a massive number of memories flowed into my head.
* * *
I was born with a weak body.
Because I had a heart condition, I couldn’t exercise properly and had to go to the hospital regularly for checkups.
Still, I lived steadfastly.
Passing through elementary school and middle school, by the time I was a high school student, I made friends and was living a somewhat ordinary life.
Then, one day, it happened.
“My gym clothes are gone.”
I didn’t actively participate in gym class, but if I didn’t wear my gym clothes, my grade would be deducted.
No, actually, I knew. I knew at least who had taken them.
She had pulled up the collar to try and hide it, but I could tell that the close friend sitting in front of me had taken them.
Because just that morning, she had said she didn’t bring her gym clothes. Plus, the fabric softener smell coming from the gym clothes she was wearing now was the one we used at home.
That’s why I knew full well who took them.
I didn’t want to ruin our friendship over something like this. So, instead of asking her directly, I brought it up in class, hoping she would return them on her own.
- My gym clothes are gone. I wonder who took them?
Without telling the homeroom teacher.
But that friend didn’t return the gym clothes.
- Didn’t you just lose them somewhere?
She even scoffed as if she had nothing to do with it.
I had hoped she would at least secretly put them back on my desk, but she didn’t even do that.
Could a relationship between people turn out like this?
Instead, I became the idiot who lost my gym clothes right then and there.
Because my body wasn’t well, I couldn’t hang out with friends often, so I only had a few friends, and I received no sympathy.
It was from that time, exhausted by school life, that I took an interest in novels.
At first, I just read a variety of novels.
I only started writing myself after becoming a college student and discovering web novel sites.
Since my health was poor, I naturally focused on this.
I started with light novels and even tried writing adult novels.
After graduating from college, I worked part-time jobs for a while, serialized web novels, and even signed a contract for an alternative history novel on a pay-per-chapter site.
Korean history, full of regrets, had many usable materials for alternative history genres.
Of course, there were problems too.
If even the slightest thing went wrong, I frequently saw comments pointing out historical inaccuracies or simply tearing it down.
Above all, I had to study history every time.
- Your third work. It’s a contract. Congratulations!
My third alternative history work.
Honestly, it didn’t really resonate with me that much.
The contract itself was meaningful, but in the end, I couldn’t beat a single well-written work by another established author.
If I serialized about a hundred chapters, it would be launched on other platforms. But it only shined briefly.
The site taking 60% of the profits and the publisher taking 20% was quite a significant cut.
I was getting sick of it, and I wanted to write what I wanted to write.
A healthy and strong girl lives as a munchkin, spreading her wings to her heart’s content in the world.
This is a character who seems like nothing on the outside, but is actually like a mastermind or final boss behind the scenes.
Plus, it would be great if it were yuri.
This is because I like women.
The other me that I created was Yu Eunha. No. Yu Eunha herself was a character like me. She just happened to gain the power of a god and created the existence she ideally desired.
That was Dahaka, Yongyong-i Yu Eunha.
I included various settings. But because the world experienced the Great Cataclysm due to Yongyong-i Yu Eunha, I realized it was my mistake.
Projecting my complaints and dissatisfaction with society onto the Yongyong-i character was a big problem.
Right. At that time, my dissatisfaction with society preceded my ideals.
Why do I have this kind of body?
Why can other people live healthy social lives like that?
- I will destroy the world on behalf of the frail you.
Maybe I had wished for that back then.
Even though I had already become the author and didn’t need to worry about health anymore.
As a result, the Great Cataclysm occurred.
So I got rid of Dahaka.
And I added the setting that Yongyong-i was reincarnated in an Other World.
The novel where she read all the settings I created as an internet novel in that world was Academy’s Divine Sword Unrivaled, a title I had even come up with half-heartedly.
To fast-forward to the present, I will just state the result.
“So that’s how it was.”
I understood what the existence in front of me was saying.
I was so envious of that Yongyong-i.
So, using the Great Cataclysm caused by that Yongyong-i as an excuse, I tried to become Yongyong-i myself.
I, the Baekhwa Cult Leader Yu Eunha, widely known in the world right now, who was called Yongyong-i among the Heroines, was not actually Dahaka.
I am Author Yu Eunha herself.
I, who could only create an ideal character from behind the scenes.
I created a new setting called the Akashic Record to brainwash myself into believing I was Dahaka and force self-justification.
Come to think of it, the Imaginary World was always strange too.
Why was it that whenever I lay on the bed, there was never anyone at the desk?
Why couldn’t Yongyong-i, a crazy psycho lesbian, be with Author Yu Eunha?
The answer was simple.
I was always alone in the Imaginary World.
I just didn’t want to admit it.
Turning all of this into a work called 'Heroine Conquers Heroine.', I willingly became a character in the novel.
Everything was fiction itself.
The reason I had to be Yongyong-i was also entirely a setting by Author Yu Eunha.
“Ha-ha. Ha. It feels like a rather pleasant dream.”
“Have you finally realized?”
“As expected of a villain. To make me realize reality so cruelly like this.”
Anyway, she’s a cruel Yongyong-i.
To make me realize reality in this way.
She really went too far.
“It’s not cruel, it’s the reality you were meant to realize. What am I anyway? You’re the one copying and imitating me.”
“But.”
“But?”
This time is different.
It’s a little different from imitating.
“Even so, it wasn’t an imitation. You are ultimately something I created. The self that I ultimately and ideally desired is…”
“What?”
“In short, I turned the ideal of what I wanted to become in the future into a character. So it’s not an imitation, but a dream finally achieved.”
In that process, I merely borrowed the title of Yongyong-i.
What makes it superior if I use what’s mine?
I am an author. So, what makes it superior if I use my own creation?
“So?”
“You intend to force a choice on me, don’t you?”
“Why do you think that?”
Isn’t it obvious?
“That’s why you made me realize this reality.”
If not, you wouldn’t have said these things.
“Right. You know well.”
“I won’t deny it like before.”
“Then?”
“I think it’s time we become one.”
Now is truly the time to become the real Yongyong-i.
I don’t even need to use the author’s abilities.
“You’re going to absorb me now? But what can I do? I have no intention of doing that.”
“It won’t be easy, you know?”
“What is our weak Author-nim going to do? I don’t plan on giving you an opening to use your abilities.”
Right. I knew she would be like that.
But isn’t this a bit too much?
Even though you’re my creation, even though you’re just a trial version of Yongyong-i that I made, you dare to attack me?
You’re going to commit insubordination?
I grabbed Dahaka’s arm and twisted it.
“You’re going to kill me, your Creator?”
“For someone so weak!”
Right. I might be weak.
Because I’m weak, there is something the current me is attempting.
I am a Ray, a crazy psycho one at that.
“I’m sorry, but I’m a Ray, you know?”
“So?”
What do you mean, 'so'? You’re stupid. Why would I say this?
To a Crazy Bitch Ray, the prey can also be another me that I created.
“No matter how superior you are, you’re ultimately a female. Making you climax won’t be difficult.”
I flashed my fingers.