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When people don’t like the story of a work, they leave malicious comments.

A piece of criticism that could be a long rant or a mild reprimand.

And in that case, one of the responses you get back is, more often than not, this:

If you want, write it yourself.

That’s exactly what I’m going through right now.

“What the heck… … ”

Baltasar Arture.

My name in my previous life was Ha Eun-seong.

As the youngest child of the orthodox warrior family of Arture and a second-year student at the Academy, I am trembling alone with a reply from the famous theater company in the capital.

He died in an accident at the young age of 30 and was reincarnated into another world 20 years later.

I have never once been dissatisfied with the new life I have found here.

Born into a wealthy noble family, he never felt any material lack.

As the youngest child who grew up being loved, he never had to get involved in the complicated political history of his family.

But that was just the story until today.

A letter of complaint, sent as politely as possible, from an anonymous nobleman.

Because the reply to that was basically like, ‘If you want, you can write it yourself.’

“Are these kids really getting on people’s nerves?”

Ha Eun-seong’s biggest hobby in his previous life was watching movies and dramas.

I really liked the visual medium that combined the acting and directing to create a refreshing experience.

And the medieval-style other-worldly movie/drama is none other than a play.

Naturally, after I grew up, I would often go to nearby theaters with my allowance.

But that only happens for a day or two.

‘Your script is fucking crap, you piece of shit!’

I’m not talking about the directing or the acting skills of the actors. Rather, they were just as good as modern works.

Perhaps because the actor makes a living solely on his acting skills, in some ways he showed a more vivid method than modern actors.

Perhaps because it is a world where magic and sorcery are alive and breathing, the stage direction is often so excellent that it seems like it is not CG.

But the script is the complete opposite.

It was so boring that it was almost like a bone soup made by boiling the same old pattern ten or twenty times.

Anyway, the belief that the Lord will solve everything is a one-tool development.

A story that is full of political satire without any fun or emotion.

Wherever I go, I keep getting brain-dead by this, so I’m starting to get annoyed.

In common parlance, it’s fucking boring. Even if you try to eat it and die, it’s not fun at all.

So I told him to try writing a different story, and asked him why the stories were always the same in every play he put up, when no one was threatening him with a knife. He was scolded like a dog.

“Balthazar. Did you reply?”

A question from a man who approached me while I was alone and angry.

This is Maurice, my best friend who has grown up with me since I was little.

Compared to our family, which was moderately wealthy, Morris’s family was a truly prestigious family known in the capital.

In terms of hierarchy, Maurice’s father is my father’s direct superior, so we have been close since childhood.

He leaned the letter over his shoulder and said.

“I told you. That’s the only answer you’ll get anyway. Who would take your criticism seriously when you’re not even in the same industry?”

“No matter what, it’s like that!”

Crumple up! He expressed his anger by crumpling up the letter containing the viewers’ resentment.

“Aren’t you tired of the same story being repeated every day in the theater?”

“What exactly? What’s so important about the story in the first place? It’s enough to just make it a little flashy and eye-catching.”

“Ao!”

My friend’s remarks were so frustrating that I just pounded my chest.

A good screenplay is the alpha and omega in playwriting.

There is a reason why great writers like Shakespeare and Goethe are also praised as great comedians.

But since the story fills up your eyes with magic and technology, you have an attitude that the story is good anyway!

‘This is not real!’

It’s clearly a fantastical and romantic world, but I don’t understand why the script is so stagnant.

Moreover, even if you point out the problem, they just turn a deaf ear and turn their heads away, so there is no possibility of development.

That really pissed me off as a visual media enthusiast.

“Yeah, if you ask me, I should write it myself?”

Then I’ll write it for real and send it to you by courier.

And that too, unconditionally on cash on delivery.

After making up my mind, I quickly cleared away the documents and books on my desk.

Then he took out the manuscript paper from the drawer and laid it out in a row.

As a modern person, I have been exposed to all kinds of movies, dramas, and even plays.

At least I thought I could write a better story than the crappy works of this world.

… … But things didn’t work out that easily.

“Plague.”

I admit, I lack talent in writing.

No, to be exact, I lack the talent to weave a story.

The talent of the viewer and the talent of the writer are completely different.

I thought it was just a rumor, but when I held the pen, it really felt real.

Of course, if I were just writing a simple script for a soap opera, I don’t know how I could have gotten away with it.

Those things are so regular that they even have their own writing manual.

The problem is that, because times are what they are, there are unexpected hurdles.

‘It’s a stimulating seasoning, but it shouldn’t deviate too much from medieval values… ‘

When writing a piece, you should always consider the reader’s perspective.

The reason why such diverse stories could be born in modern times was because such a broad range of thinking was permitted.

It was difficult to write such stories in the Middle Ages, when the scope of thought was limited.

It won’t suit the audience’s tastes, and there will be many people who will doubt the playwright’s humanity.

“Sigh.”

Eventually, I put down my pen and sighed, running out of sharp ideas.

‘These conditions are too strict.’

A heart-pounding epic that has a storyline and plot that modern people would be excited about, without deviating from the outdated values of other world people?

It’s not the lives of great people in history, where in the world can you find such a good story…

“… … Huh?”

Lives of great people in history?

In that moment, images began to unfold in my mind.

Biographies of world greats that I encountered in liberal arts classes while living in modern Korea.

A panorama of scenes and scenes that unfold their lives as a play.

“Wait a minute. Is this really okay?”

I muttered as I wrote down a list of great people as I remembered them.

The history of reality is not the history of another world.

Of course, people from another world do not know the history of reality.

Therefore, there is no problem in making the history of reality seem like something I created.

Besides, I know how to adapt a given story to make it more interesting.

He’s the guy who knows exactly which parts to vary and which parts to adapt to make it the most fun.

‘The biographies of historical heroes are processed and reborn as a play?’

As befitting a medieval play, it even includes a lesson for the audience?

“This will do!”

“What happened?”

Maurice’s question as he leaned behind me as I sat at my desk.

He yawned and then scolded me in a nonchalant manner.

“There’s not much time left until vacation, so why are you scribbling away? When I go back to the academy, I’ll be scribbling away at my report, so aren’t you bored?”

“Be quiet.”

I never really had any intention of becoming a playwright in another world.

He was a noble child who could live comfortably without doing such things.

Because my future plan was to enjoy leisure activities like a nobleman and pursue small happiness appropriately.

However, there is one insult that Korean men absolutely cannot tolerate, and that is the ridicule of, “You’re really bad at games.”

The extremists insulted me by saying, “You’re a trainer even though you’re a lower tier than me? Haha.”

In reality, my tier is much higher.

If I didn’t ‘retaliate’ for this, I wasn’t a ‘Korean’ man.

“Okay. If you’re going to use it anyway, you have no choice but to use cheat keys to really break their pride.”

As I muttered, I underlined a name on a list of biographies I had roughly written down.

A hero that Korea is proud of and a legendary general recognized by the entire world.

In the name of Admiral Yi Sun-sin.

Some time later, inside Bronde Academy, after the holidays.

“… … What the hell.”

I ended up sitting in the campus cafe with my hand on my forehead, lost in thought.

The reason was simple.

“He who wants to die will live, and he who wants to live will die!”

“God still has 12 ships left! Kyaa!”

“I swear by the sword of the third cubit, the mountains and rivers tremble, and with one swing I sweep away, blood colors the mountains and rivers!”

Academy students excitedly reciting Admiral Yi Sun-sin’s famous lines among themselves.

Regardless of seniority or juniority, classmates and peers, everyone is talking about the new play that was just performed.

I was just planning to break the noses of the extremists.

The play, which unexpectedly accepted my script, became a huge success.

… … a little too much.