2026.05.12.
Andras Ibos – Writer's Journal – Entry 1
Hello everyone! My name is Andras Ibos, and I am a Hungarian fantasy author from Slovakia.
I decided to start a writer's journal. If one day I manage to become a well‑known author in my country — or perhaps even in the world — then anyone who is curious will be able to look back and follow the path I walked, from the very beginning.
We cannot choose where we are born. We cannot choose the body we arrive in. But we can choose what we want to do with our lives.
I feel that, as a writer, I have found the path that God intended for me. I believe that every book carries a small piece of its author's soul. Our journey as human beings eventually ends in this world, but our stories can live on — for centuries, or now perhaps even longer.
And if someone, a hundred or a thousand years from now, picks up my books and finds joy in the tales I created, then a part of my soul will continue to live on, even long after I have left this world.
This is the greatest power of writers. This is our special ability.
2026.05.20.
Why I Became a Writer
Hello everyone,
today I wanted to write about something very personal:
why I started writing, and why I chose this path.
For me, becoming a writer was not a sudden decision. It was more like a long journey — a quiet, steady calling that followed me through my entire life until I finally had the courage to answer it.
I grew up as a Hungarian in Slovakia, standing between two cultures from the moment I was born. Two languages, two histories, two ways of seeing the world. This duality shaped me deeply. It made me more sensitive, more observant, more aware of the invisible lines that connect people and stories.
And then, somewhere along the way, a third culture entered my life:
Japan.
Its storytelling, its emotional honesty, its light novel tradition — all of this opened a new door in my imagination.
So today, my inner world is painted by three cultures at once:
Hungarian, Slovak, and Japanese.
Three different melodies, yet somehow they form one harmony inside me.
Maybe this is why fantasy became my home.
Fantasy is the place where all these worlds can coexist without borders.
Where identity is not a limitation, but a source of strength.
Where you can speak about loss, friendship, faith, and hope with complete honesty — even if the setting is filled with magic and swords.
But the real reason I became a writer is simpler than all of this.
I write because I feel that stories are meant to be shared.
I write because I believe every book carries a piece of its author's soul.
I write because I want to leave something behind that will outlive me.
We cannot choose where we are born.
We cannot choose the body we arrive in.
But we can choose what we do with the life we are given.
And I chose to write.
If one day someone — maybe a hundred years from now — picks up my book and finds comfort, joy, or strength in it, then a part of my soul will still be alive in that moment.
That is why I became a writer.
That is why I walk this path.
2026.06.02.
Author's Journal – Publishing Journey
The world of publishing moves slowly — painfully slowly at times — yet there is something strangely beautiful about this waiting.
After reaching 425,000 views in just 90 days here on Webnovel, things finally began to shift around me. Numbers don't lie: that many readers don't stumble into a story by accident. This is no longer a hobby or an experiment. This is the beginning of a path.
Several Hungarian publishers have taken notice, and the manuscripts of my first two volumes are now resting on their desks. Sending them out takes only a moment; waiting for an answer is the real trial. It can take half a year before someone finally says: "Yes, we want to publish this."
And that half‑year feels like its own kind of test.
I write in Hungarian — that's the rhythm of my thoughts, the language of my soul. Then I translate everything into English and upload the English version here. I walk between two worlds: one where the weight of Hungarian sentences grounds me, and another where the English version gives the story wings. It's a strange duality, but perhaps that's exactly why it works.
Meanwhile, I continue writing the third volume. Every day I add something new, every day I build the world that only I could see a year ago. Now hundreds of thousands of readers see it with me. That is both humbling and exhilarating.
Webnovel has become my proof that this story has a life of its own.
The publishers are now deciding where that life will lead next.
Until then, I'll keep doing what I've always done: writing, translating, and posting new chapters every day.
The story lives — and as long as it lives, I'll keep moving forward with it.