episode_0003

After 3 rounds, I wandered around the internet in a slightly dazed state.

At first, I thought the work might have been deleted due to a penalty for taking a two-day hiatus, so I searched in that direction.

One thing I learned after searching around for about an hour.

I found out that I had definitely hit my head when I fell at home.

“Woman in her 40s who sexually harassed a 20-year-old college student… sentenced to 15 years in prison…”

Not only that, but the entertainment news was full of things related to male idols.

However, there are a lot of comments that are very sexual in nature.

What’s wrong with a man exposing himself a little?

And there were all sorts of swear words written about him wearing short pants.

“Am I crazy… or is this world coming to an end?”

I wish it was the latter, but I think the problem lies with me.

The more I look around the internet, the more physical evidence comes out as if it’s proof that I have a problem.

Why are there only male nurses in the ward?

Minji’s behavior has changed to the point where it’s a bit disgusting.

A strange feeling of discomfort comes from putting all of these things together…

Don’t I know best about this incomprehensible sense of discomfort?

“The reversal between men and women…the world.”

okay.

The genre in which I am serializing web novels.

Isn’t it as if a situation that can only be seen in that setting is unfolding before your eyes?

I pinched my cheek several times to see if I was still dreaming.

Every time I do that, I am faced again with the fact that this place is reality and the situation I am currently in is reality.

Is this…reality…?

Why is this real?

As I was thinking that, someone knocked on the door twice and opened it wide.

It was a male nurse who came in with a worn cart that had some dents.

“Patient~ I came to check blood sugar and blood pressure.”

“Ah…yes…”

“And I heard from your sister earlier that you are a web novel writer? You serialize that commercial.”

“Ropan…”

The male-female dramas and romance dramas I serialized were invisible and strange.

So, are these novels written by me, who was born and raised in a world where men and women are reversed?

But I’m Ropan.

I’ve definitely written a romantic fantasy.

And that too with pure love.

It was an everyday story about a saint and a warrior falling in love.

“I enjoyed that too. Lately I’ve been a little busy so I haven’t been able to see you.”

“Thank you…?”

“Why is it a question?”

He smiled bitterly, took out a blood sugar meter and sheet from the cart, fastened them together, lifted the blood clot system, and held my hand.

“It stings slightly.”

“ugh…”

“Are you sick? Sorry.”

I nodded slightly at the male nurse’s apology.

What could be wrong with the nurse?

Even if I get an IV needle inserted dozens of times, I still have to smile like nothing has happened.

The needle went in pretty deep, and even though I pressed it down with an alcohol cotton ball, the bleeding didn’t stop quickly and the stinging continued.

It was clearly familiar body blood, but it stung strangely.

It felt unfamiliar, as if it was no longer the world I knew.

Yes… this is no longer the Korea I knew.

*

About 30 minutes had passed since the unfamiliar male nurse left, repeatedly apologizing for bowing his head.

First of all, I was curious about the content of the video the nurse had mentioned earlier, so I took out my phone and was reading it.

No matter how strange the world is changing, aren’t people unable to resist being curious?

And… what’s really funny…

Why is this… a novel…

“Why is this so fun.”

The number of views is not high for no reason.

The writing style looks like it was written by me, but the content is so novel that it gives me goosebumps.

Still, it’s not to the point where I can’t continue.

When I looked at my phone, the setting and plot were all set and I just had to follow them.

I’m glad…

Still, I guess I can make a living.

“But maybe it’s because the world has become one where men and women are reversed…”

The genre of gender reversal itself does not exist.

I looked into it to see if there was a female-male reversal, which is the opposite, but that genre didn’t even exist in the first place.

Why isn’t there one?

If men and women are truly reversed, shouldn’t female-male reversals be popular among women?

“Then this is called the Blue Ocean…”

Of course, pioneering a new genre of web novels can be expensive.

Moreover, it seems that women in this world also have quite a few such desires.

Just by looking at the comments, there are more posts than you might think about people saying they want to be a dick or do TS.

But there is TS.

“Then, as soon as I am discharged from the hospital, I decided to serialize Yeonam Station Tales as my next work… The editor’s phone number is…”

Come to think of it, I called you earlier and you said you would come visit me.

Two hours have already passed. When will it come?

It’s a little scary.

I’m dying of fear of what they’ll say when they come.

Is it because my anxiety increases and I become more sensitive?

I began to hear sounds coming from within this fairly quiet ward.

A child’s voice, a parent’s admonishment…

And the sound of male nurses talking about various things…

And even the sound of shoes.

I could almost feel that a person wearing shoes was standing in front of my hospital room.

There’s no way the nurse is wearing shoes…

smart.

And then I knocked on the door.

“……..”

“Who…who are you?”

It’s scarier because I’m standing there without saying anything.

They say a quick hit is better, so let’s get it over with quickly.

“Author…it’s me.”

“D…come in. Editor…”

I’m sorry.

When Minji and the nurses came in, the creepy sound of the hinges that had not been heard rang loudly.

It seems that the gloomy energy radiating from the editor has rusted the hinges.

“Jak….Ganim…”

“Yes..four!!”

“Where it hurts…”

“Well…it looks like the editor is having a harder time than me…”

He looks so bad that I want to pull out my IV and insert it.

She’s a very pretty person when she puts on makeup… but what on earth made her like this!

“Hehe…the team leader tried to kill me…no, he might have already died.”

“That…what the heck is that!”

When I saw her hand trying to hit her special move, the back smash, I cowered and closed my eyes tightly.

She used to be a volleyball player, and if she gets hit properly, she gets a handprint bruise on her back.

Well… By the way, when are you going to hit me?

I wish I could hurry and get it over with.

“Ha… If you hit a man, you are not disqualified as an editor, but as a woman.”

“Ah…don’t you hit me?”

“When have I ever hit you? I tried to do everything but ended up.”

She sat down on the chair and put her hand into her bag as if what had just happened was a joke.

What she took out there was a rubber band, and with the rubber band she began to tidy up her hair, which was disheveled like seaweed stems.

Until just now, I thought it was some kind of ghost…

As I tied my hair, the pretty editor I had seen several times appeared.

“So? What happened to you and why you were hospitalized after two days of unexcused leave?”

“No…unauthorized hiatus. I confirmed that the stockpile has risen well…”

“That’s right. The author’s precious and valuable stockpile!”

It seems like they didn’t provide much in reserve while serializing the novel.

When I was writing Nam Station and Pure Love, I was writing five episodes a day…

After falling out…

I guess I made a living because I got some views?

“Ugh… When are you going to be discharged?”

“Maybe tomorrow, right?”

There is no pain anywhere.

I plan to leave the hospital in the morning after hearing a little explanation from the professor in charge.

“Thank goodness. Are you hurt anywhere?”

“No. This ringer is also a glucose solution.”

“Whew… I’m glad, I’m glad.”

Only then did she smile slightly.

Then he pulled out a chair and slowly approached me…

Suddenly he started stroking his head!

what! Are you telling me not to freak out before they rip my head off?!

I looked at her with a confused expression and she put her hand down.

It was as if he himself was truly embarrassed.

“Uh… Are you in pain? Did you finally discover the wound?”

“Ah…no. That…something like that…”

I lifted the hand holding the IV and quickly waved it around.

Only then did she sigh in relief, smile, and place her hand on my head again.

“Then it’s okay to keep stroking it, right? The writer likes to be patted on the head.”

You say I like getting my head patted?

Could it be that Minji was stroking my head earlier?

Me… I don’t think it’s bad to be treated like this by women.

Still, it’s embarrassing to be a little embarrassed.

“Ma… That’s right. Editor. Actually, I have one thing to tell you…”

“What is it? You’re not really asking for a hiatus, are you?”

“That’s not true… I actually tried to compose a new work?”

“…A new work by the author? Why?”

Why?

Isn’t it natural for a writer to want to publish a new work?

Write multiple works and show your readers your outstanding work!

And make money!

“Wasn’t it difficult for you, the author, to write 5,000 characters in a day?”

“Well…that’s right.”

“But you said you wanted to launch a new product yourself… That sounds suspicious…”

W…do you know this well because you are also an editor?

Maybe I brought this up for no reason!

What happens if you get caught?

Are you going to be taken to America and dissected?!