“Ah, it’s hot,” a man muttered to himself, staring blankly at an empty Word document.0

He switched on an old fan he’d had for over five years and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.0

Lim Seong-Hoon, a web novelist, lived in unit 302 of Changshin Villa in Bangbae-dong, Seocho-gu.0

At thirty-three years old, he was in his fourth year in the fiction industry, although he was not a popular writer by any means. He had completed two novels: the first was a traditional fantasy, and the second was an apocalyptic story. 0

In the past four years, he had earned a total of around 20 million won.3

Although he began writing due to his love for novels, reality had proven to be anything but kind. At this point, he wondered if it would be wiser to confront the truth, acknowledge his lack of talent, and seek a regular job like everyone else.0

Having only written novels up to now, Lim Seong-Hoon had no notable English proficiency test score, nor had he attended college.[1]0

His qualifications were a far cry from what the job market would want.0

Recently, he had been serializing a new novel on a site called Dalpia. Since Hunter-themed stories were trending, he’d gone with the clichés, but for some reason, his results were dismal.3

“I need some fresh air.” Lim Seong-Hoon...0