It wasn’t even malicious criticism. I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to. So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?

I complained that the play script in this other world was terrible. But then they told me, ‘If you don’t like it, write it yourself.’” I got so mad that I plagiarized the lives of famous people and made them into scripts. ⌠Your Highness, I still have twelve battleships.⌡ ⌠The die is cast.⌡ ……But it ended up being way more popular than I expected. Somebody, help me!!!

The literature of this other world was atrocious. So, I plagiarized. Don Quixote, Anna Karenina, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, The Metamorphosis… I thought that unraveling the literature of the original world would advance the literature of this other world. “Those who dream and those who do not, who really is the mad one?” “To live or to die, that is the question.” “No matter how fatal the mistake, it is different from a sin.” But then, people began to immerse themselves too deeply in the novels I plagiarized. Can’t a novel just be seen as a novel…?