{And as the God Armageddon descends upon the Earth, he is immediately cut in half. Rewritten X watches as his ultimate attack is severed by a young man—Sonny Yoeul—who slashes through him like a butter knife through butter, instantly killing him. At last, the long war between mankind and the gods comes to an end. Sonny watches as Rewritten explodes into bits, and reality is restored to normal. With this, Shadows Over Olympus comes to an end.}
"What the fuck was that ending?!"
Hello there. My name is Sung Young, and I just finished a novel from the most hated author on the Web Novel app—Author O.
He's only written two novels, which doesn't sound like much. But the number of chapters in each? Ridiculous. Over 5,000 each. Totally unnecessary, in my opinion.
His first book was Requiem of the World in Ruins—6,222 chapters of devils fighting what's left of humanity. Then there's Shadows Over Olympus—5,001 chapters about gods trying to wipe out the human race.
Both stories are obsessed with humanity getting destroyed, but hey... I don't blame them.
By now, you probably have one big question:
How the actual fuck does someone read novels that long?
Well...
I'm an unemployed 21-year-old. I haven't seen or contacted my family since high school. I can't hold a proper conversation and have zero social skills. I live alone in a cramped one-bedroom apartment. Technically, I still go to college, but I haven't left the house in over a month.
After finally rolling out of bed following a 13-hour reading session, my body ached like hell.
"Ahhh, damn… I should leave the house more," I muttered.
I headed toward the metal table just a few feet from my bed. My book lay there—worn out, thick, and patched up with glued-on pages to preserve it.
This is my Web Novel Book of Knowledge.
I jot down everything I know about the novels I finish—important events, characters, major and minor deaths, arc summaries... everything. I read all kinds of genres, even NSFW ones, which, yeah, I really enjoy.
Dragging out my wooden chair, I sat down and flipped through the pages. Then I picked up my pen and got to work. For most novels, documenting everything takes over two days, but Shadows Over Olympus had clean arc divisions, so it was easier to break down.
"Finally done," I said, placing a final period at the end of my notes.
"What a shitty ending," I muttered, leaning back in my chair. "Author O really didn't cook... again. Requiem of the World in Ruins was the same."
The sunlight peeked through the half-covered window, hitting my desk as I leaned further back.
"When was the last time I went outside?" I asked myself.
"Well, it's been a while... might as well touch some grass," I said, standing up and stretching.
Then I caught a nasty smell. Sniff.
"Ewww."
I held my nose.
"Yeah, bath first."
I stripped off my clothes and headed for the bathroom—right across from my bed, diagonal to my front door.
Stepping into the bathroom felt nostalgic.
"It's been a while," I said, looking around. The shower hose hung on the wall. The toilet sat across from it, with the door in between. My soap and shampoo were stacked neatly under the shower.
I tossed my towel over the toilet door and left it open, letting the warm water run down my body and escape into the drain.
"I just wish I could change the endings of some novels. Why do they always end with such confusion and zero emotion? I don't even know if that was supposed to be a good or bad ending..."
But I only seem to have problems like this with Author O's books.
After finishing my shower, I looked at myself in the mirror above the sink.
I grabbed the sides of the sink and stared into my own reflection.
People always say I look like a liar or scam artist. Maybe it's my sly, hollow eyes... or my smile that makes me look like I'm scheming something. Which I'm not.
I'm a kind guy. Believe me.
Sigh.
"Now I don't feel like going outside anymore."
Just then, a notification buzzed from my phone.
I left the bathroom and grabbed my phone from the bed.
It was a message from one of my classmates.
{Bro, you need to be in class to pass. It's already the 4th week.}
I saved his contact as "Colleague." Literally.
He should be grateful I even saved his number on LINE.
"Haaaaah..." I sighed, walking over to my closet beside the metal table.
I threw on a white shirt, black pants, and a light jacket with no hood. Then I slipped on my black socks and pink Crocs.
"I'm ready," I muttered.
I opened the door and stepped out.
My apartment complex has three floors. I live on the third.
As I descended the creaky stairs, I spotted one of my neighbors—a girl.
She's twenty, with long black hair, always wearing a suit, always with a dead-serious expression. Slightly shorter than me.
She lives on the second floor.
Don't ask how I know all that.
"Hello, Suk Jung," I greeted with a smile.
She stopped, stared directly at me, and replied,
"Hello, Sung Young. Finally leaving your apartment, I see."
Cold as ever.
"Yeah... I am," I said, awkwardly smiling.
She gave a slight bow and continued heading upstairs.
I glanced back—not at her butt, okay? Just... at her.
Sigh.
I'm scared of women, so talking to them is always hard.
As I stepped outside the building, a warm spring breeze hit me.
"Ahhh... perfect and pure air."
After standing still and breathing it in for a moment, I made my way to the park. It was only a few meters from my place, so I got there quickly.
I sat down on one of the benches.
Kids ran around everywhere. Spring was a season of fun—for them, anyway.
Behind the bench, there was a small patch of grass.
I stood up, walked over to it, and crouched down.
A group of teenagers were playing catch nearby.
I reached down to touch the grass—it was smooth, but rough too. I smiled.
"Mission accomplished. Now time to read a new novel... and one that isn't from Author O," I said.
Then—it started to drizzle.
The moment the first drop hit my skin, I felt a sting. Then the drizzle turned into a heavy downpour.
Screams echoed from all directions.
It hurt—like hell.
I bolted for cover, the rain burning every inch it touched.
Was this acid rain?
That's what I called it, anyway.
I ran toward the children's playground and dove into one of the playhouses.
It wasn't empty. A girl was already inside, wearing ragged clothes.
I ignored her for now—my mind was trying to process what the hell was going on.
I pulled out my phone.
No signal.
"The fuck?" I muttered, holding it up.
The playhouse was just big enough to hold the two of us, but it wasn't exactly tall. I sighed deeply.
Then—the ground started shaking. Like a massive earthquake.
The sky turned red.
Portals opened up in the air. Tentacles dangled from them, swaying above but not coming down yet.
Buildings began splitting in two. The ground cracked open, and black liquid shot out like spikes, solidifying as they landed. People who got caught by the acid rain were already dead, and now those hit by the black spikes were getting impaled.
Bodies fell everywhere.
Then—a window appeared in front of me.
At the top, it read:
{Requiem of the World Over Olympus}
Below that:
{Status}
[Name: Sung Young]
[Race: X]
[Traits: Manipulation Lv.1, Photographic Memory Lv.1]
[Divinity: None]
[Malgrant: None]
[Blings: 0]
As I stared at the floating screen, I muttered,
"What the actual fuck?!"