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(Tw: contents will focus on the dark genre, exploring disturbing topics)

Every author loves their story.

Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?

The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.

The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.

All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.

Everyone loves their work.

But some forget they did.

The Author's Playground

The journey through the simulated dungeon continued, but for Astra, it was pure hell.

Not because of the monsters. Not because of the terrain.

But because of the endless Lucian praise.

"Wow, Lucy-chi! You're amazing!" Quaso cheered after Lucian effortlessly deflected an incoming attack. "That parry was so smooth!"

"Right?" Elijah smirked, throwing an arm around Lucian's shoulder. "Our guy here doesn't just fight—he makes it look cool."

Lucian, clearly uncomfortable with the attention, sighed. "You're all exaggerating."

Astra, trailing behind the group, clenched his fists. 'I was literally right there too...'

What about him?! He could fight too! He had lightning magic, for crying out loud! Yet every time he tried to contribute—

"Astra, don't use lightning on the stone monster."

"Astra, don't blow up the cave ceiling."

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