Ayley_Acer: Why are you gay @Shadow_Garden?
Shadow_Garden: Ayley, I swear I will kill you.
Ayley_Acer: Hehehe....
ULTRA++ (white_waves): Hi
Ayley_Acer: Bye
ULTRA++ (white_waves): I knew you'd say that, fcker.
Little_Lumi: Good morning, guys. Lumi angel is here.
TheLazyDreamer: I am bored
Little_Lumi: Then go write your book.
TheLazyDreamer: Maybe I'll just go to the Himalayas and live with my Bai.
Obsidian★Mist: @Ayley_Acer I got 200 subscribers yesterday.
Ayley_Acer: So what do you want me to do?
Obsidian★Mist: And 500 effective readers
Ayley_Acer: "..."
Obsidian★Mist: And a 200 collection after I went to the Rising Fiction.
Ayley_Acer: "..."
Obsidian★Mist: What about you?
Ayley_Acer: "..."
Jesssica_Manhwa: :laughing emojis:
Obsidian★Mist: All hail the Nazi queen.
Jesssica_Manhwa: What the hell?
Obsidian★Mist: Hehehe.
Eclipsed_Soul: Hii
Ayley_Acer: Got hacked again, Eclipse?
Eclipsed_Soul: Fck you Ayley
Judith: Aww.
Judith: Hiii
Little_Lumi: hii @judith
Judith: Hi, Lumi
NamhyeBlueMoon: I, the Moon Queen of my Moon Kingdom, invite all new members to join my clan and spread genes across the world! HAHAHAHA.
TheLazyDreamer: Another one came sigh
Moon Mode TVI: Fck, jews came
Jesssica_Manhwa: Hey! Say that again and feel my wrath.
Moon Mode TVI: Yeah, yeah, witch.
Judith: Please don't fight, guys.
pretty juice: hello
Obsidian★Mist: Hello juice
pretty juice: Hi, Mist. Tell me
Ayley_Acer: Hello, juice. At least you're the smart and sane one among these lunatics.
pretty juice: Smart? Maybe. But smart people usually get burned in rooms full of fire, and sane people suffocate from the smoke. Which one kills faster, the burn or the suffocation?
Jesssica_Manhwa: Ugh, here she goes with her psychology talk again.
StoryTeller_314: Hajimemashite, peasants. Your great lord has arrived.
TheLazyDreamer: And here comes the scammer.
Rainie: Oh, thank god. Finally, I can rest.
Little_Lumi: Work @Rainie?
Rainie: Yes
Junnikelv: :Kanna sip emoji:
Harmonious_moose: I see, its lively here. @Shinji Nubeko and @Nakumara Itami can you see my chapter?
Shinji Nubeko: Where is it?
Nakumara Itami: @Harmonious_moose: sure
Harmonious_moose: @Shinji Nubeko: in editor's-office channel
Chaos: Hello, guys
Ayley_Acer: @chaos Gaylord
Eclipsed_Soul: @chaos Gaylord
Shadow_Garden: @chaos Gaylord
Obsidian★Mist: @chaos Gaylord
Chaos: Ahhhhh not again
Ayley_Acer: Alright guys, I'm off to write my chapter. Bye.
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I closed the Discord window and pushed my chair back with a sigh. My legs felt heavy as I dragged myself toward the refrigerator. Inside, nothing special—just leftovers and a few bottles of cheap beer. I grabbed one, twisted the cap off, and let the cold glass rest in my hand for a moment. The first gulp burned down my throat, bitter but familiar.
"Hard work betrays none, dreams betray many."
A saying or quote that I heard in this harsh reality.
But really, why bother with effort or hard work if your family is already rich enough to buy you anything you want? Some people are born in luxury, while countless others are stuck in poverty. I've seen so many people work themselves to the bone, pouring in effort day after day, only to watch their dreams slip away.
And what I've learned from this cruel world is simple, dremas are fragile. They shine bright at first, filling you with hopes, but the moment reality hits, they shatter like glass.
And Hard work betrays none?
"Utter bullshit"
I spit at that line. To me, both hard work and dreams betray. Sure, if you put effort into something, you'll achieve better results than the average nobody. But will that make you successful? Will it be enough?
NO.
It's never enough.
What truly matters is talent.
If you have talent and put in the effort, then congratulations—success is yours. But for those without talent? They can try ten times, a hundred times, even a thousand times harder… yet they'll never surpass the gifted.
The world doesn't care about your sweat, your sleepless nights, or your broken hands. Effort without talent is like pouring water into a broken jar, no matter how much you give, it will never be enough.
I've seen geniuses who barely tried yet still soared higher than anyone else. Their words, their art, their skills… it all came so easily, like breathing. Meanwhile, people like me, people without that spark, struggle, stumble, and bleed for scraps, only to be laughed at by the world.
That's the cruel truth. Not everyone is meant to succeed. Some are born to shine, while others are born to clap for them in the crowd.
And coming back to the topic, what grudge i have with this?
It's simple. Because I wasn't any different. Tragedy tore apart the family I loved, stripped me of the warmth that kept me moving forward, and left me with nothing but silence.
You see, my father was a normal white collar employee, mother was the loving housewife and an adorable sister. After the accident, only I survived.
And the one responsible for this? A teenager of high status, protected by his influential father and powerful connections, He got away with everything, blaming the innocent. I cried day and night, powerless to change anything. And with the limited savings my parents left, I couldn't continue my studies. I had to drop out.
And to escape this reality my only choice was novels. Which gave me spark to write my own fantasy story. The dream of becoming an author, creating a world with nothing but words, of leaving behind something that mattered. But life had other plans.
I used to believe if I worked hard enough, if I refused to give up, maybe I could prove myself wrong. But every rejection, every failure, every night staring at a blank page reminded me—talent is the gatekeeper, and I didn't have the key.
I tried. God knows I tried. I clung to my writing like a drowning man to driftwood, pouring everything into pages that no one wanted to read. Rejection piled up, loneliness pressed down, and despair whispered in my ear.
In the end, all I had were my words… and even they betrayed me.
Until one day, I broke.
So tell me, what's left for a man with no talent, no future, and no family to return to?
Nothing.
That's why I ended it.
They say death is the end. For me, it was supposed to be freedom.
Or at least… I thought I did.
Because the moment I opened my eyes again.... I wasn't in heaven, nor hell.
I realized death wasn't an escape.
It was only the beginning.