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    Also known as Nigawa Strategy.

    What’s really annoying is that there aren’t many effective strategies in this situation like that one.

    The desks I had hastily pushed and piled up earlier became my shackles this time.

    It was obvious that no matter how I tried to approach it, I would be beaten by the writer who was preparing for it.

    So I was sad.

    I still want to rest, but it’s hard to go into a long game.

    I didn’t want to get in trouble by arguing with that bastard.

    In the end, I decided to start with psychological warfare.

    “Hey! Get out!”

    “What if you don’t like it?”

    “Still, get out! This is my home!”

    “Your house? I fell asleep talking nonsense. He took over someone else’s PC room.”

    “There is no one in charge of the current situation!”

    “I saved your life once, and you’re like this?”

    “What nonsense are you talking about, you crazy bastard.”

    A lie must be believable in order to be deceived.

    You saved my life once? under. That sounds funny.

    I caught the Spider King by myself. This kid just came after the situation was over.

    You handed me a towel? That is without conscience.

    “You. Yeji! You helped the soldiers!”

    “… How do you know that?”

    “Because I saw it!”

    “… ”

    “I became bait on behalf of the soldiers going to Busan. I know it because I’ve seen it all.”

    This didn’t seem to be a lie.

    From what I heard, there weren’t many survivors.

    So, it would be safe to say that this is relatively true.

    So, I was curious as to why the writer, who saw all that, didn’t catch me then.

    If you’re going to interrogate me like this now, there won’t be much difference whether I catch you now or then.

    At that time, I didn’t even have a real weapon.

    “I had work to do, and at the request of an acquaintance, I just took a break.”

    “Hmm… ”

    “I moved it to the woman’s house.”

    “What about kimbap and the stick?”

    “… That’s him.”

    “You bastard, then you’re not even helping me.”

    In times like this, it was better to go out shamelessly.

    So I thought it would be enough to just stick to what I should do.

    “Are you saying it’s okay for that woman to carry me away? I don’t need you!”

    “… ”

    “So what should I do? Can you please save my life too?”

    “This… ”

    “Aren’t you embarrassed to be hiding behind that desk!”

    “… ”

    “Desk Brother, Brother. Why don’t you pray like this!”

    “이 개새끼가!”

    The writer took flight.

    The author threw away his bag to reduce his weight and threw a fist in anger.

    Of course, I didn’t have the courage to properly accept it.

    So I immediately threw myself away and crawled on all fours to escape.

    The writer stumbled, perhaps because he was throwing himself without hesitation.

    This time it was my turn to use the Nigawa strategy.

    I hurriedly ran to the desks that had been pushed to a corner and grabbed something.

    And then he suddenly threw it away.

    keyboard. monitor. mouse. I just threw whatever I could get my hands on.

    Of course, the PC room became noisy, but it didn’t matter.

    If I don’t beat that bastard now, I’m going to die.

    The author gritted his teeth and held on, but when he got hit by the monitor, he ran away as if he thought he was going to die.

    So they started a sit-in protest on opposite sides of the PC room.

    “… ”

    “… ”

    The silence continued for a while.

    They just stared at each other and acted as if they had no intention of talking.

    The author was the first to break the silence.

    “Hey, Yeji Lee.”

    “왜, 개새끼야.”

    “Let’s call a truce.”

    “truce? Huh? I don’t believe it. I thought you were up to something.”

    “I didn’t say it before, but finishing the novel doesn’t mean it’s over.”

    “Then.”

    “You have to finish it with me.”

    “… ?”

    I stood up with the intention of questioning whether that was a lie.

    And the gesture the author made, placing his thumb on his chin and his thumb on his forehead.

    After seeing that, I sat down again. Um, yeah. He said he bet his mom, but it must be a lie.

    “So if you want to get out, cooperate, right?”

    “You understand quickly.”

    “So, what happens when you complete it?”

    “It’s simple. You and I go back to the real world.”

    “My… To the original body?”

    “No, with my body now.”

    “Thank goodness. No, what’s the good news?”

    I had no choice but to scream at this.

    I secretly thought that I hated my original body, a body that had no use whatsoever.

    I’d rather die. I was thinking that it was actually more satisfying to turn into a woman.

    So, as I became more and more repulsed, I even felt an inexplicable chill.

    Anyway, I didn’t even think about any other issues.

    Do you welcome the idea of going to reality as a woman just because you don’t like your past self?

    This was stupid.

    “Don’t worry. Whether I lose an arm or you become a woman. I said I was just going to brush it off as something that happened.”

    “… That’s a good thing.”

    “And he said he could take some of the abilities he gained in this world with him.”

    “… Why?”

    There is nothing bad about having “.”

    “That’s true, but… ”

    It would be absurd to say that all the abilities in this idiot novel were strong.

    Since it is an ability based on a person’s physical ability or hormones…

    The only thing that is rare is mental classes such as brainwashing.

    The rest was something that even a few real-world athletes could do.

    So it wasn’t mouthwatering.

    No, what am I thinking? I shouldn’t be persuaded.

    “Anything else.”

    “Hmm?”

    “The other thing is, you idiot. I can’t trust you to cooperate with just that.”

    “Huh.”

    “Are you laughing? You and I had a fight once. Can I trust you?”

    “Didn’t you see the hand gesture earlier?”

    “… ”

    There was nothing to say about that.

    Yes, they even bet their mom on it. The writer I know never lets his family criticize him.

    So, it’s safe to say that everything I’ve said so far is true.

    I had to be cool-headed. If I foolishly went over it, I could have been boiled.

    I absolutely refused to do that, so I came to my senses.

    “Forgive me. What happened before, huh? Let’s just pretend it never happened and move on.”

    “What?”

    “Mom, no. Dad bet.”

    “… Yes.”

    The author nodded. I think I nodded reluctantly, but I was reassured by the gesture.

    I still can’t completely believe it, but…

    If you’re betrayed, you’ll be dying and giving a lot of padding.

    “First of all, please forgive me for reading it too closely.”

    “I forgive you.”

    “Please forgive me for forcing myself to do this dozens of times.”

    “… I forgive you.”

    “Please forgive me for somehow criticizing that episode every time I see it being broadcast.”

    “… ”

    “Hurry.”

    “I forgive you.”

    “Please forgive me for inciting and harassing you for drifting BL.”

    “… Yes.”

    “Really?”

    The author wiggled his eyebrows.

    I laughed first. I thought that with this momentum, I would really forgive other things as well.

    First, one more quick thing.

    “Please forgive me for teasing you by revealing my family’s personal information.”

    “개새끼야!”

    “Uh, huh!?”

    “Did you do it!”

    “Mom and Dad bet!”

    “Fuck you!”

    The writer vehemently swung his fist and hit me.

    To be honest, I know I did something that deserved to be beaten, but it was so unfair that I got beaten.

    I also happen to have knuckles in my pocket. There was nothing for me to lose.

    So I rushed to kill you and me.

    Before long, dog fighting began.

    I grabbed the author by the hair.

    The writer squeezed my arm tightly and briefly kicked his leg.

    I bit his shoulder in return.

    The writer screamed as if he was in pain and then headbutted the person.

    For a moment, I felt a pain in my head that took my breath away.

    But I couldn’t hold back and beat the guy’s body.

    Just then, there was something attached to it as if it was asking me to hit it.

    Well, it looks like he was bitten by a zombie and got hurt, but he screamed when I hit him there.

    Blood began to flow, so I suddenly punched him there and hit him hard in the stomach.

    It really hurt so much that I couldn’t even make a sound.

    It was so incomparable to the General’s fist that I thought about surrendering for a moment.

    But after coming this far, I couldn’t give up and lie down.

    I immediately stuck my finger into the wound and held on.

    The writer screamed and hit me a few times, then scolded me.

    “Don’t let this go!?”

    “If it were you, would you let go, you stupid bastard! I guess my head isn’t working!”

    “This bastard!”

    “Evil!”

    Blood spurted out quickly.

    When I bit, that bastard bit too.

    That’s how a dog fight that wasn’t a dog fight began.

    Avoid hitting each other at the minimum line, that is, hitting vital points as much as possible.

    He rolled around on the floor, changing his position several times in order to inflict more injuries on the opponent.

    To be honest, I thought it would be developed, but surprisingly, I was doing well.

    The reason was simple.

    These solid iron knuckles. Hitting and swinging with this was enough to make me lose my senses.

    Of course, I suffered just as much, but I was confident that I could endure it.

    What if it’s stronger than the general? The cub was also caught off guard and died because his head was broken.

    So I was able to beat this guy too. You can’t kill it, but whatever.

    For a while, they were fighting each other, pulling each other’s hair and tearing it, making an uproar.

    They changed positions several times, hitting, biting, and swearing at each other.

    Then, when I came to my senses, I was on top.

    He was on top of the writer’s stomach, squeezing his stomach with both legs.

    And he was holding each arm with both hands and preventing them from moving.

    I don’t know how I ended up doing this, but I thought it went well.

    “Phew… ”

    First, I took a breath.

    And while blinking, I tried to shake off what looked like sweat or blood.

    But it didn’t work out, so I let out a curse and focused on the writer below.

    The guy was holding his side and groaning. There must have been more wounds besides those, which were very worth seeing.

    “Who would attack you like that!?”

    “… This bastard.”

    “… ”

    I got scared.

    Although he was just taking a moment to catch his breath, the author looked like he was about to wake up at any moment.

    Although I didn’t show it, I was quite exhausted.

    If I allow this even once, I will lose.

    So I had to say it here.

    “Changhun.”

    “What.”

    “We… Why don’t we make it a draw… ?”

    Of course, the author looked at me like I was crazy.

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