Ch.93Chapter 93 – The Terminally Ill Mentor of Final Bosses (4)-(END)

Around the time I was working on my new novel, I received a note.

“…’Mother of All Things’? Why would this person send me a note?”

It was Shub-Niggurath, the one who had possessed me into the world of my novel because I had suspended my serialization three times.

– [It’s been a while, Han Do-hyeon, or should I call you the nameless author now?]

I couldn’t help but smile as I saw this devoted reader mentioning the pen name I used on the web novel site.

Originally, I had suspended my serialization three times—but now I had become a respectable established author who had completed all my works.

After returning to the real world with Shub-Niggurath’s help, I was able to make a living as an author thanks to the encouragement and support of Seol-hwa and my disciples.

“I wonder why she’s contacting me so suddenly? It seems like something must have happened…”

Seeing an Outer God contact me this way made me feel uneasy. After all, it was a single comment that had triggered my possession last time.

– [Wolfram wrote you a letter. Aren’t you curious about what happened to the world inside the novel after you all left?]

“…Ah.”

I couldn’t help but widen my eyes as I read the contents of the letter.

It had already been five years since we returned to reality, and many things had changed during that time.

I had been curious about how the world inside the novel was doing and how the people there were living…

But it was beyond my personal abilities to check on them.

“…I don’t think I properly said goodbye to them.”

In the end, just like my disciples, they were characters I had created. I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were like my own children.

“Hello, Bing-yeon. Are you doing well there…? I thought for sure you’d start by blaming or cursing me for leaving you behind…”

I sighed deeply as I slowly read through the contents of the letter.

As an author, I could infer people’s emotions and thoughts even from such a short text.

Fortunately, it seemed that after we left, the world inside the novel maintained peace without any dangers.

“…Well, we killed the Demon King and rehabilitated all the final bosses from the original story before bringing them out to reality. It would be stranger if there were still problems.”

I sipped the coffee Seol-hwa had made for me and opened my notebook containing the original story settings. The pencil marks were smudged, and the paper was worn in places, clearly showing the passage of time.

It contained all the settings for the Demon King and various villains, but there didn’t seem to be any enemies that would be difficult for Kim Hyul or the other protagonists to handle.

[Hello, Bing-yeon. Are you doing well there?]

I slowly read through the letter Wolfram had written.

[It’s already been five years since you went to another world for a happy future with your disciples after defeating the Outer Gods!]

[Me? Of course I’m doing well! I’ve even established a western branch of your sect, the Ice Dragon Fate Sect, and I’m managing it now!]

I could feel how well Wolfram was doing through her words, as if I could see her bright smiling face.

“The western branch of the Ice Dragon Fate Sect…”

To be honest, it was unexpected. The Tower Master who used magic, seemingly distant from martial arts, had broken free from the settings I had created and was living her own life.

[Of course, I established it to help poor and unfortunate people using the Philosopher’s Stone you taught me about last time!]

Wolfram said that after we left, she was able to recover the Philosopher’s Stone and figure out how to properly make gold.

[I’m truly happy to be able to do what I’ve wanted to do all my life!]

Having lived in the slums, she had always wanted to help the poor.

[Of course, my martial arts skills are still beginner level compared to you and your other disciples, but I’m praised as quite a master in the West!]

She was well-suited to the Ice Dragon Fate Sect, which took in vagrants, the sick, and those who had lost their parents or children.

[After you left, Kim Hyul took over as the sect leader of the Ice Dragon Fate Sect in the East.]

“Kim Hyul…? Well, it wouldn’t be Sieg-hardt or Kang Si-woo.”

I nodded in understanding.

Sieg-hardt was a swordsman who had lost his sight, and Kang Si-woo was just an ordinary person with abilities that utilized a smartphone.

[These days, Kim Hyul keeps showing that he likes me, which worries me. I don’t dislike it… but he’s so awkward at expressing his emotions that I want to tease him!]

“What, Kim Hyul…?!”

I couldn’t hide my shock at what Wolfram had written. I never expected that rough guy to fall for the Tower Master, who was his complete opposite.

“I guess it makes sense they’d have a lot of interaction since the Ice Dragon Fate Sect was divided into eastern and western branches…”

I felt both proud and empty, like a parent whose children had all gotten married at once.

[The Infinite Sword Emperor, the Poison Dragon, and Master Hyeon-hwa are also working with me to spread martial arts in the West. Master Hyeon-hwa in particular said there’s hope for Western children too, thinking of the Six Harmonies Swordsmanship that Verdandi showed.]

“Ah, so those people are doing well too.”

The characters who were considered powerful in my original novel were now working to spread martial arts to the unexplored Western regions.

– [The Infinite Sword Emperor is happily spending his time analyzing the holy swords that Sieg-hardt creates!]

– [He’s trying to figure out how a person can create a sword in mid-air just by grasping it, translating it into martial arts techniques.]

“Come to think of it, I wonder what happened to Sieg-hardt’s sister.”

As I read the letter, something suddenly occurred to me. After all, the reason Sieg-hardt took up the sword was to protect his family.

– [Oh, don’t worry about Sieg-hardt’s sister! I’ve taken her in as a disciple in my sect and am taking care of her!]

“…Just like someone I know well, you’re doing exactly the same things.”

Looking at what Wolfram was doing, I saw parallels to my own past. Because I had nothing, because I couldn’t protect anything, I cultivated strength and gathered people.

– [The Poison Dragon is experimenting with new poisons that can only be made in the West… and Zhuge Hong has fallen lovesick and is trying to find a way to go to the world where you are.]

“…?”

Reading what Wolfram had written, my hands trembled slightly with anxiety. I had already felt so much threat and killing intent just from Seol-hwa being added to my harem.

Another one coming here?

There’s no way my disciples and Seol-hwa, with whom I had spent passionate nights, would tolerate this. I was already struggling enough with four women.

– [Well, Verdandi’s mother seems to be doing well too… but she definitely shows signs of sadness and depression sometimes since her only daughter is gone…]

– [If you receive this letter, please send a reply.]

– [From the western branch of the Ice Dragon Fate Sect, remembering Bing-yeon, the strongest martial artist with the warmest heart. Wolfram.]

– [P.S. I want to see your face again too! This is absolutely not because I’m feeling sad or missing you!]

“…How should I reply to this?”

After reading all of Wolfram’s letter, I leaned back against my chair, deep in thought. With my current abilities, I had no way to contact them, but…

“Shub-Niggurath could probably do it. If transmission is possible, then reception should be possible too.”

With that certainty, I began to write my reply to the note.

After all, authors can let readers know what happens to the world of their main work through epilogues or side stories.

– On the day marking exactly five years since I left for the real world, a door to another world opened in the mirror in my room.

– I reached out, thinking how nice it would be if there was a passage between the world inside the novel I had left and the real world…

“…And I was able to pass through the mirror as if being sucked in, returning to the world inside the novel where I had previously been possessed as Bing-yeon.”

— I wrote this and pressed the reply button on the note.

– [To change reality like this, how impressive. As expected, you’re my favorite author.]

– [As you wish, I’ll create a passage connecting the real world and the world inside the novel. Consider it a reward for completing your work well.]

Shub-Niggurath’s smiling face rippled across the monitor, letting me know she had used her power in the way I wanted.

“Bi-wol, Verdandi, Azazel.”

I called out to my disciples who were outside the room, feeling joy at the prospect of meeting old acquaintances again.

“Yes, Master. Please command me.”

“Master! Has something happened? You can’t stop smiling!”

“Brother, I will follow whatever you command.”

My disciples each spoke a line, sensing something unusual, and

“What’s going on? Did you get a promotion for your next work?”

Seol-hwa, sipping her coffee, was looking at me from the living room.

“…It seems we can now travel between the world inside the novel and here.”

I told them what I had just realized.

“So I’ll be able to meet my friends again. As expected of you, Master.”

“What?! Then, can I see my mother again?!”

“You mean I can see my sister again…?”

Our story was preparing to be filled with even happier content in the future.

— “I Became the Time-Limited Master of the Final Bosses” (The End)