Ch.69Chapter 69. Community Literature (3)

Chapter 69. Community Literature (3)

If there’s one thing Siwoo did right, it was using web novel techniques.

Unlike other users’ writings that imitated pure literature with their sleep-inducing prose.

Or those cliché essays trying so hard to be unique.

It’s far better than those unsatisfying adult stories or action novels with their bizarre battle scenes.

Battle scenes in novels to begin with? That’s hard to write in an entertaining way.

Action is fun to watch in images or videos, but in text form, it’s boring.

Let’s take a quick look at a user’s novel that packed the first chapter full of battle scenes.

[KoreanEundan: A Taekwondo Master’s Fantasy Rampage Chapter 3

“Do you know what Taekwondo is?”

“This bastard, don’t tell me…!”

“Taekwondo Technique Chapter 3, Form 2… Spinning Swallow Kick!”

WHAM!

“Uwah!”

“How’s that, you b*stard? That’s my secret technique, you f*cker hahaha”

THUD!

‘How does this yellow monkey know such combat techniques…’

‘Ugh, I can’t fall yet!’

SPRINGS UP!

“Die, fucking yellow monkey!”

“Hmm… I’m bo-red~!”

WHAM-BAM-SLAM-CRASH-BOOM-POW-!]

Looking at it this way, it’s actually funny. It’s so absurd it’s hilarious.

Anyway, Siwoo’s novel lacks some writing skill, but it has a trendy feel, doesn’t it?

Web novels are definitely the current meta.

And if you mix popular academy stories with superhero elements?

It might be cliché, but it creates a flavor everyone loves.

All users could escape this terrible medieval fantasy world for a moment and let their imagination soar.

Modern Earth setting with an academy superhero theme.

Add a special sauce to that… and you might have a masterpiece.

– …!

Something clicks.

I start typing as if possessed.

My literary talent and writer’s soul begin to burn.

About three hours later.

I’ve produced an amazing prologue.

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: I Became a Serial Killer at the Academy – Prologue

Where am I? Who am I?

I looked around trying to find answers to questions I couldn’t easily answer.

I’m standing at a podium, and in front of me are children.

This is a school. And I’m…

Just as that thought crossed my mind, my mouth opened automatically.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Park Oh-tae, the homeroom teacher for Class 3. I look forward to working with you this year.”

The children greeted me with eyes mixed with expectation and excitement.

High school students perhaps? These days, you can’t tell just by looking at their faces and physical development.

But, Park Oh-tae? My name is Park Oh-tae? That’s not my name.

No, there’s an even more important issue.

This mouth isn’t moving according to my will. What’s speaking now is me but not me.

My body is the same. It’s as if someone has stolen every part of me except my thinking brain, moving on its own.

As if I’m possessed by someone.

“First period is ‘Understanding and Subduing Villains.’ Yes, my class. Since it’s our first lesson, I’ll keep it short.”

The presentation slide read ‘Understanding and Subduing Villains – Basics.’

What? What understanding and subduing? What kind of ridiculous class is this?

“-This class analyzes the mindsets, abilities, and influences of villains who have caused major incidents.”

Even as I was confused, the class flowed naturally.

“Looking at old materials can be a bit boring. Shall we look at recent cases? ‘The Clicker.'”

The screen shows a middle-aged man wearing a modernized hanbok and wooden clogs.

Huh… that person?

This is strange. Why do I know him?

Some information enters my mind. It feels like someone else’s memories are being forcibly stuffed into my head.

The memories tell me where I am, what my profession is, and who the person is who has taken over my body, or rather, whose body I’ve taken over.

…I got goosebumps.

What’s frightening isn’t the phenomenon happening to me. It’s this person’s memories, the owner of this body… perhaps “my” memories.

“Next is ‘Hotaesan Fire Squirrel.’ A villain who caused a major fire late last year. Currently missing-“

A woman in her mid-twenties wearing funky clothes.

She’s someone from the memories. I can’t not know her.

Because I killed her.

I captured her, tortured her, made her create over 100kg of flammable material, and killed her.

“Selman Pink Bird-eater. She was the action leader of the Tarantula Sisterhood. It’s not certain, but she’s believed to have had stealth-related abilities. She hasn’t been seen for three years, but until then she carried out many assassination operations-“

A blurry photo of a fast-moving black object. It’s hard to identify the subject except that it’s female.

I killed her too.

I killed the entire sisterhood. I buried their dismembered bodies under the asphalt.

…What is this? I killed people? Why?

No. No way. I’ve never killed anyone in my life.

Villains, heroes—I’m hearing about these for the first time. Such things only exist in comics.

I was preparing for a teaching qualification exam.

What are these memories?

Even as I shuddered in fear, my body, this class, continued without stopping.

About 20 minutes later.

“…As you can see, the end for villains is never good. If you do bad things, you’ll eventually be punished. There’s no happy ending for villains.

You might think this is a terrible class, but it will definitely help you. I’m confident it will help you a lot when you go out into society. So-“

My mouth, which had been moving enthusiastically as my hand confidently advanced the slides, stopped.

“Huh?”

I tried moving my fingers and rolling my eyes. Thankfully, they moved according to my will.

Whatever was controlling my body seemed to have disappeared, as if it had finished what it needed to do.

The children stare at me.

“T-then, that concludes today’s lesson.”

I left the classroom almost like I was escaping.

I don’t know by what principle. I don’t know for what reason.

At this moment, one thing was certain.

I have now.

Become a serial killer teacher at a hero academy.]

Wow.

I might have created a masterpiece?

I completed a novel prologue by mixing in some of my experiences entering Jin Malak’s body.

A teacher at a hero academy who’s actually a serial killer villain.

Isn’t that incredibly entertaining? Both the writing skill and the material are flawless.

Now it was time to wait for the comments that would surely pour in.

The community window shook slightly, and large letters appeared at the top.

[Condition: Defeat three high-ranking demons]

[Condition has been met!]

[Community features are being expanded!]

[From now on, you can attach images to posts!]

Wait, what?

Defeating three high-ranking demons and being able to attach images?

This is really good and happy news, but what about the novel I poured my heart into writing?

[MonkeyUncleITrustedYou: Post pics go go]

[Ghooulr: Go go]

[Ghooulr: It works holy shit!]

[LoveDeathNyan: Nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan!]

[SexKnightSexKnight: Image attachments~ Everyone, no.naughty.stuff~!]

[FallenPowerKnight: Information exchange is good but let’s refrain from revealing specific locations or faces as it could be dangerous]

It got buried under the tremendous increase in traffic.

– …

I feel an inexplicable resentment, pain, despair, sadness, anger, and darkness.

I feel like taking a high-powered Texas chainsaw and cutting the community into eight pieces.

I really don’t want to do anything anymore.

…I checked my post quietly.

Maybe someone read my novel and left a comment.

Oh, there are two!

Who could it be?

[NotACatfish: Haha that’s fun]

[MorningTentSetupKnight: Thanks for the good read]

No. Ha. Damn.

These are just consolation comments. And low-effort ones at that.

Forget it. I’m done. Today I’m on strike from ROA.

I was about to close the community window with that mindset when a post I couldn’t just ignore appeared.

A post by none other than Princess Dina.

Well, I have to look at this one.

[PrincessDina: Second Recruitment Post.

It’s been a while.

I came to share news, but the system has already announced it first.

That makes it easier for me to explain.

Yes, it’s true. Our ‘Dina Special Forces’ has defeated high-ranking demons.

(I heard that’s what you all call us.)

High-ranking demons are powerful enemies, but not impossible to kill.

Paladins are a class skilled in protecting allies and providing buffs; when we combine our strength, we can demonstrate abilities beyond imagination.

I posted a recruitment notice last time.

There were many applicants, but very few users who met my requirements.

I didn’t realize there were so few Level 7 users.

This time, I’ve decided to lower my standards a bit.

The Dina Special Forces is recruiting Level 6 users.

I will help you level up to Level 7.

Taking down cloud demons is no longer just a dream. If you meet the conditions, don’t hesitate to send me a private message.]

Princess Dina and the Dina Special Forces. So they’re alive.

And they’ve brought very good news. Defeating high-ranking demons.

Whether they could become my allies or not, it was clear they would be a great help in driving out the demons.

As for the comments, well, they were all favorable.

[FallenPowerKnight: Ah, too bad, if I were just 1 level higher]

[BasementInitialElection: Can’t we get a special exception from the Pope? Our Pope is super strong…]

[UsingPresidentsPower: We simply move forward, Dina]

[MonkeyUncleITrustedYou: Dina Special Forces! Dina Special Forces! Dina Special Forces!]

There didn’t seem to be many users who had reached Level 6, let alone Level 7, but that can’t be helped.

Even Hannah, who had been diligently going around everywhere, was still only Level 5.

I wonder if the experience required for each level doubles.

Level 1 needs 100, Level 2 needs 200, Level 3 needs 400… something like that.

…Oh. MeleeSpy just commented on Princess Dina’s post.

[MeleeSpy: What]

[MeleeSpy: You killed two of them?]