Chapter 92 - The Terminally Ill Master of the Final Bosses (3)

After successfully inflicting a tiny wound on Yog-Sothoth, I was able to return to the original real world with my disciples.

Five years had passed since then, and we were living new lives with new connections in a new place.

"How's this work, my husband?"

"...It's not bad."

Seolhwa spoke softly while massaging my shoulders, holding coffee with a subtle aroma.

On the monitor before me was a website where our new work, written together, was being serialized.

The first thing I did after returning to the real world was properly concluding the works I had discontinued.

If I didn't, it felt like Shub-Niggurath might kidnap me into the novel's world again.

"Of course it's good! It's written by me, a genius novelist, and you!"

Now that Seolhwa was alive, I wanted to give proper endings to the novels we had written together...