A cybernetic monk travels the galaxy performing acts of penance for its murderous namesake. Its duty…its function, is to heal the damage caused by its sadistic progenitor. But during the dangerous journey, it discovers unsettling facts that force it to question its real purpose...and the true nature of its own existence.

Dodging death and disassembly, the monk uncovers a disturbing secret hidden by its religious masters. A secret that could threaten the fragile balance of power in the galaxy.

A secret they will kill to protect.

Ideas, ranking of fan fiction novels, comments on fan fiction novels; new ideas for fan fiction writers and readers' tastes

"Old Shen, do you have the confidence?" Shen Xi offered her father a fist bump.
Shen Zhangqing bumped her fist and said, "You must trust your father, do you understand? Apart from being fat, your dad is fine, and his brain still functions normally!"
Shen Xi happily returned to her room to prepare her proposal.
Shen Zhangqing watched as his daughter hummed a tune and skipped joyfully into her room. Then, he embraced Yun Jinping with red-rimmed eyes. "Don't worry, dear. I won't let you and Xixi down."
Yun Jinping nodded and replied with a hoarse voice, "How much pain has our Xixi endured at the Su family?"
Shen Zhangqing comforted her, "She's grown up and can't remain a child forever. She has matured, and we should be happy about it."
Their daughter used to be a bit stubborn and feisty, yet innocent. She had become more reliable after living with the Su family.
"I don't want her to be so mature." Yun Jinping grieved.
Of course, she knew that it was a good thing that her daughter had matured.
Nonetheless, her daughter had to go through so much misery before attaining her maturity!
Halfway through her draft, Shen Xi's received a notification on QQ[1]. Her website's editor sent her a message and informed her that someone wanted to buy the rights to her novel. She was asked whether she was willing to sell it.
Every girl had a dream of becoming a princess. She would dream of her Prince Charming, who would visit her on his white steed and marry her.
Back when she was still a naïve little girl, she loved to daydream.
When she was in middle school, she would serialize novels on the web.
At first, she wrote about princes and princesses.
When her writing skills improved, she published a few novels about high school romances.
It sounded embarrassing. Until today, her wiki profile still stated that she was a well-known writer of highschool love stories.
Later, as print media gradually became obsolete, she got busier than usual.
The publication requirements were strict and she did not have the time to edit her stories every day. She was not in urgent need of the money either, so she changed her pseudonym and wrote romance stories on the web.
It was her first work after switching to writing web novels and a cross between the genres of political fiction, historical fiction and fantasy. The female lead, who survived a genocide, came back with a vengeance. The series was known as "The Favored Advisor of the Golden Age". 
Later, it got published and the rights to the novel were sold. It was adapted as a web series known as "The Smiling Nation". However, the story was heavily butchered and the show was widely regarded as a flop.
Much later, Shen Xi's legs and hands were crippled and her face got disfigured. After her dream of becoming a celebrity was smashed to smithereens, she began to delve into her own world. Words were the only things that could calm her troubled soul.
When her personality changed and became more inspired, she started writing science fiction. She published around 20 science fiction novels.
The ideas and scope surrounding science fiction novels were massive and not easy to adapt for the big screen. Hence, when she was still alive, her books became bestsellers and accumulated a large fanbase. The rights to her novels were expensive, but there were no film adaptations.
Throughout her writing career, her editor, publisher and fans only knew of her pseudonym. She kept her real identity a secret. 
This information was classified. Yet, after her death, all of her achievements were falsely claimed by Su Ruowan.
Su Ruowan appropriated her pseudonym and won the Hugo Award using Shen Xi's novels, thus becoming China's number one science-fiction novelist.
Her old pseudonym was brought up as well.
The media and fans went into a frenzy as they worshipped the talented Su Ruowan.
Eventually, "The Favored Advisor of the Golden Age" was adapted as a film and it was a tremendous success. Her other science fiction novels were not neglected either, as, one-by-one, films were made for each of them. They became blockbusters and were world-famous.
[1] QQ is a popular instant messaging app in China.


In her past life, Shen Xi always longed for love and validation from her parents, members of the wealthy Su family. Unfortunately, the attention that she yearned for was stolen by the family’s fake heiress – her elder sister, Su Ruowan. 
As a result of Su Ruowan’s evil plans, Shen Xi was crippled, disfigured and eventually died of leukemia. However, in a surprising turn of events, Shen Xi was reborn. Returned to the time when she was a seventeen-year-old teenager, she’ll set things right and get her revenge against the Su family. 


Li Zheng did not hurry to leave school after he escaped from the demonic clutches of Discipline Mistress Sun.
He wanted to experiment a little further regarding relaxation. He wanted to at least experience all of the relaxation activities he could engage in within the school.
He started to brainstorm.
"What would I be doing if there was a sudden long holiday without any stress?" he thought.
"If it was up to me, I would probably read a few books that I did not have the time and patience to read before.
"Yes, reading, a mode of relaxation adopted by many.
"Even better, it can improve the score of my essays.
"Two birds with one stone.
"Perfect."
As a high school that boasted its quality of education, there was a library in Cherry Lake High School.
Even though the library was not large, it did hold most mainstream publications and popular novels.
Li Zheng did not dawdle. He seized the opportunity and returned to the main block, then followed the corridor eastward, directly toward the library.
The school library was a refurbished classroom. Half the room was occupied by shelves, while benches took up the other half. There were racks on the empty walls containing all the magazines and newspapers.
"Good, it's very quiet," he thought.
He looked toward the only other person in the library as he got out his student card.
It was a girl. She was reading a magazine that looked to be "Science Fiction World."
At this moment, the girl seemed to have caught a whiff of something. She slowly lowered her magazine a little and revealed a gaze that was not to be trifled with.
"Lin Yujing!" he thought.
"It's her again!"
"Hm…" Lin Yujing covered her face with the magazine in a hurry and pulled back her head.
Li Zheng was a little embarrassed.
He was not deliberately tailing her.
Li Zheng thought, "Isn't this too coincidental?
"Why is she around, no matter where I go?
"Why haven't I bumped into her like this in the past?"
Suddenly, Li Zheng stared at Lin Yujing.
"I have only cared about my studies in the past and did not engage in any other superfluous activities," Li Zheng thought.
"But today, all I want to do is relax.
"Also, I will always bump into Lin Yujing whenever I come to an ideal spot for relaxation.
"What does this mean?
"It means that I have stepped onto the right track.
"A person who's good with their studies should relax like that.
"In fact, it can be said that I am not as good as Lin Yujing in my studies because I do not prioritize rest and study overly hard.
"Lin Yujing must be feeling angry and frustrated because her study technique has been discovered.
"I am rather ashamed. It took too long for me to be enlightened."
Li Zheng rubbed his palms together as he walked toward the rack of magazines after he handed over his student card. He started to browse through the magazines.
[Relaxation activity detected: Reading.]
[Energy recovery rate: 1.6. Daily limit of 40 minutes.]
[The efficiency cannot be increased.]
Li Zheng forced a smile. Even though the rate of recovery was less than what he expected, it was still acceptable.
The next question was which magazine to read.
He deliberated, "Magazines like 'Popular Photography' and 'Traveler' cultivate one's tastes.
"Magazines like 'Bosom Friend' and 'Story China' not only cultivate one's tastes but also boost essay writing skills.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Just as he was about to pick out a copy of "Bosom Friend," Li Zheng saw the September issue of "Science Fiction World."
He involuntarily turned around to look at Lin Yujing.
She was holding the newest October issue of "Science Fiction World."
Li Zheng thought, "It looks like she reads every issue.
"Strange, very strange.
"Why would a girl like science fiction?
"Don't girls like sentimental teenage literature?"
Li Zheng had already noticed through various incidents that Lin Yujing never did anything casually. Everything she did was in preparation for her studies.
It was not an accident that she chose "Science Fiction World."
Li Zheng arrived at another epiphany.
He thought, "Not only do science fiction novels contain much science-related information, but they can also expand the imagination and widen ideas.
"Isn't this the most important thing when it comes to solving difficult questions?
"Furthermore, science fiction novels can also boost essay writing skills.
"What's more terrifying is that science fiction novels are not mere novels. They cover topics like math, physics, chemistry, history, geography, politics, and even philosophy, sociology, and psychology.
"This information can be used even after she enters a university or steps into society.
"Lin Yujing, you little intelligent imp!
"It's no wonder that the last big question on tests always pulls our scores apart."
Li Zheng pulled out the September issue of "Science Fiction World" without thinking and impatiently sat down in a seat close to the door. He flipped open the magazine and started to read.
Bam!
Lin Yujing suddenly slammed her magazine onto the table.
She glared at Li Zheng with a spiteful gaze. It was as though her last bit of territory had been polluted.
Li Zheng felt a little guilty.
He thought, "Both meditating at the pavilion and the choice of the magazine were study techniques that Lin Yujing might have spent a long time to discover.
"As for me, I spied these techniques and used them as my own. I do feel embarrassed.
"Yes, I can't just take advantage of Lin Yujing.
"I should compensate her with something of value."
Li Zheng put down his magazine in a hurry and took out his test paper from his backpack.
"I have a simpler way of solving the last question here," he said. Li Zheng grabbed his test paper. He felt a little heartache at revealing his discovery but decisively unfolded the paper. "Come, let me teach you. Just this once."
"Ah!" Lin Yujing grabbed her head in despair. She leaped up and grabbed her bag, then bolted out the door.
Li Zheng sighed a moment later.
"It looks like she still feels that her losses are greater and does not want to accept this compensation," he thought.
"She could, at the very least, come and take a look at my answer before she decides whether or not to accept it.
"It can't be helped. Women are very emotional.
"And being emotional is not good for studying."
Li Zheng could not help but look toward the October issue of "Science Fiction World" that Lin Yujing left behind.
"Look, look," he thought.
"Another loss for her?"
Li Zheng stood up in a hurry. He jogged over to Lin Yujing's spot and swiped the magazine.
The old librarian at the door of the library suddenly asked, "Kid, do you two know each other?"
"We're from the same class." Li Zheng returned to his seat with the two magazines in hand.
"She did not take her student card." The old man put on his glasses and read the card Lin Yujing left behind in detail, "Class 2-4, Lin Yujing… Is Class 2-4 still led by Chunmei?"
"Yes, Mrs. Hu Chunmei," Li Zheng said as he nodded.
"She's still taking classes?" The old man probed, "Is she done with her surgery?"
"Surgery?"
"Oh… It's nothing…" The old man waved his hand in a hurry, "Please take her student card along with you when you leave."
"No, thank you. Let her come collect it herself." Li Zheng shook his head as he said, "It's not like it would be lost if the card was placed here."
"Hehe." The old man took off his glasses and smiled as he waved the student card. "Kid, these years are the only few where you can be together with so many girls your age every day. I can't return to those years even if I wanted to. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
Li Zheng froze. He looked toward the old man cautiously.
The old man had a thin face and a lush head of silver hair. He looked like an old academic.
Li Zheng thought to himself, "He sounds self-righteous.
"But the words he spoke and the thoughts he has...
"Are too evil.
"I should not start chatting with a person like that, in case he corrupts my heart and brain."
Li Zheng did not comment and continued to read his book.
"Hey, have a chat with me. I sit here all day long, and there are not many other people." The old man picked up Li Zheng's student card and only caught a clear glimpse after squinting and holding the card further away from his face. "Li Zheng… Hm, the name fits the person…"
Li Zheng did not speak.
The old man asked, as despicable as always, "Oh Li Zheng, aside from studying, what do you guys do on a normal day?"
Li Zheng did not speak.


[Have you become more learned today?]
[Accounting for the capacity of your brain, your study efficiency has been increased to 28 times that of normal.]
[The remaining amount of energy you have for studying today, 26 hours.]
[You will enter an exhausted state when your energy is depleted and be unable to obtain new information.]
[Please relax by using the functions within the system and restore your energy as soon as possible.]
With limited energy and the onset of fatigue, the Study Monster had no time to think too much.
Had the heavens not grant me this system, the unending sea of knowledge would seem like a long night.


The end of the 20th century proved a difficult period for Russian literature, with relatively few distinct voices. Although the censorship was lifted and writers could now freely express their thoughts, the political and economic chaos of the 1990s affected the book market and literature heavily. The book printing industry descended into crisis, the number of printed book copies dropped several times in comparison to Soviet era, and it took about a decade to revive.

Among the most discussed authors of this period were Victor Pelevin, who gained popularity with first short stories and then novels, novelist and playwright Vladimir Sorokin, and the poet Dmitry Prigov. A relatively new trend in Russian literature is that female short story writers Tatyana Tolstaya or Lyudmila Petrushevskaya, and novelists Lyudmila Ulitskaya or Dina Rubina have come into prominence. The tradition of the classic Russian novel continues with such authors as Mikhail Shishkin and Vasily Aksyonov.

Detective stories and thrillers have proven a very successful genre of new Russian literature: in the 1990s serial detective novels by Alexandra Marinina, Polina Dashkova and Darya Dontsovawere published in millions of copies. In the next decade Boris Akunin who wrote more sophisticated popular fiction, e.g. a series of novels about the 19th century sleuth Erast Fandorin, was eagerly read across the country.

Science fiction was always well selling, albeit second to fantasy, that was relatively new to Russian readers. These genres boomed in the late 1990s, with authors like Sergey Lukyanenko, Nick Perumov, Maria Semenova, Vera Kamsha, Alexey Pekhov, Anton Vilgotskyand Vadim Panov. A good share of modern Russian science fiction and fantasy is written in Ukraine, especially in Kharkiv,[20] home to H. L. Oldie, Alexander Zorich, Yuri Nikitin and Andrey Valentinov. Many others hail from Kiev, including Marina and Sergey Dyachenkoand Vladimir Arenev. Significant contribution to Russian horror literature has been done by Ukrainians Andrey Dashkov and Alexander Vargo.

Russian poetry of that period produced a number of avant-garde greats. The members of the Lianosovo group of poets, notably Genrikh Sapgir, Igor Kholin and Vsevolod Nekrasov, who previously chose to refrain from publication in Soviet periodicals, became very influential, especially in Moscow, and the same goes for another masterful experimental poet, Gennady Aigi. Also popular were poets following some other poetic trends, e.g. Vladimir Aristov and Ivan Zhdanov from Poetry Club and Konstantin Kedrov and Elena Katsuba from DOOS, who all used complex metaphors which they called meta-metaphors. In St. Petersburg, members of New Leningrad Poetry School that included not only the famous Joseph Brodsky but also Victor Krivulin, Sergey Stratanovsky and Elena Shvarts, were prominent first in the Soviet-times underground - and later in mainstream poetry.

Some other poets, e.g. Sergey Gandlevsky and Dmitry Vodennikov, gained popularity by writing in a retro style, which reflected the sliding of newly-written Russian poetry into being consciously imitative of the patterns and forms developed as early as in the 19th century.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

Future Technology's allure was indeed unprecedented. The company received 170281 scripts which were equivalent to the listings on some web novel sites.
Of course, it wasn't just Future Technology's name - the one million in prizes also played a role.
The massive number of documents meant it was impossible to manually complete the review process. It was time for Jiang Chen's "assistant".
For Jean, there was no inherent difference between 170281 and 1782. The computation speed of the quantum computer could read through billions of words in an instant.
The only problematic thing was that because she was just intermediate artificial intelligence, while she had the ability to think, she didn't possess any human emotions.
Without emotions, she obviously wouldn't understand the beauty hidden inside the words and it would be impossible for her to rate the submissions. She could only filter the text based on the settings Jiang Chen set.
Anything less than 100 thousand words were eliminated. It was too difficult to rewrite that into a script with a plot that could fill a three-hour film.
Works over one million words were also removed. He was planning to make a movie, not a drama series.
Works with more than 50 grammatical errors, awkward logic, and obvious plot holes were among the factors considered; only a few thousand works remained after that. Of course, there might've been gold dusted out along with the sand, but the quality of the remaining works would definitely be of higher quality.
The first round of selections took five seconds, but the second round took two weeks!
With Nolan's lead, Warner Brothers employees began to manually review the English. Chinese works were the responsibility of Future Group.
In order to be fair and open, Warner Brothers invited the World Science Fiction Association, which was the sponsor of the Hugo Awards, to participate in the selection process. Of course, the opinions of the judges were only for reference and did not have a direct impact on the results of the selection process.
After two weeks of selection.
Finally, after much anticipation, Future Technology and Warner Brothers jointly announced their winners on the official website. All winners would be reimbursed for their airfare expenses to attend a grand award ceremony on Coro Island and sign with Future Technology.
At the end of the ceremony, Jiang Chen went to see Nolan.
A total of ten works were selected, but they still needed to discuss to select the top work.
The entire event costed a total of 15 million US dollar to select the right screenplay. Future Technology's willingness to invest certainly made Mr. Nolan feel immense pressure. When they met, he said:
"If we were just trying to create hype, didn't we invest too much?"
"But from the results, our reward is satisfying, isn't it?" Jiang Chen smiled.
Nolan revealed a helpless expression. "I can't disagree on that point, and on that point alone."
In all the works submitted to Future Technology, there were pieces of some emerging writers as well as some novels that had been popular for a long time and had a high demand for an adaptation. Obviously, it wasn't only fans of science fiction films but science fiction writers' enthusiasm for this open contest was also frivolous.
As they went through the list from the top, Jiang Chen exchanged opinions with Nolan, one by one.
"What about 'Civilization' by Ian M. Banks? The most famous space opera science fiction in the 1980s."
"It's too difficult to adapt a series of novels." Nolan shrugged bluntly.
"Then what about the 'Dust in God's Eyes'? Larry Neven's story of the first contact between humans and extraterrestrial intelligent creatures is very interesting. The expedition team, composed of naval officers and soldiers, and businessmen and scientists, was also exciting. Their approach of: 'In the case of contact with nonhuman intelligent creatures, we must assume the other side is hostile' is also quite interesting."
"That book is on my shortlist." Nolan laughed.
"Haha, can you tell me about the lucky ones on your list?"
"In addition to this, there's 'the Fire on the Abyss.' I used to discuss the possibility of adapting this science fiction masterpiece with my younger brother Jonathan, but we finally decided we couldn't film this.
"Not possible to do it?"
"That's right. The scale of the universe described in this book is too great. Three worlds and countless races - even Industrial Light and Magic can't recreate the essence of this work." Nolan looked at Jiang with eyes full of hope. "Could Virtual Image's VR imaging technology do it?"
When Jiang Chen heard Nolan's question, his mouth twitched.
"There's no problem in theory, but three worlds ... the production cycle is probably going to be quite long."
Nolan also knew his proposal was impossible, so he sighed.
"That's really a pity ..."
But when he went down the list, he stumbled on an unfamiliar name.
"'Time Curtain' - what's this?"
"Oh, this, ah, I was planning to recommend this to you," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Author ... Li Ming?" Christopher furrowed his brows as he had never heard of the name.
Although the works weren't rigidly attached to the authors'names, since he never heard this name before, he instinctively donned his tinted glasses.
However, Jiang Chen didn't mind and began to introduce the plot. 
"This book is on my list of candidates. Although the writing and character shaping aren't as carefully crafted, the depth of thought is unexpectedly at a masters level, and the point of view is also very fascinating. In 2070, the world's climate is no longer suitable for human survival, nor is the world's space weather. The International Astronautics Federation launched a colonization ship called 'Borderlands,' heading for Kepler 22b 600 lightyears away."
"Because of the slow effects of the speed of light, when the Borderlands arrived on Kepler 22b, tens of thousands of years had passed since they left. When they entered this alien land, they discovered the ruins of human civilization and alien species. Evidence suggested that a second colonization ship was launched by the International Astronautic Federation a year after 2070. They just didn't know why they were ahead on the time scale and had long disappeared."
"The extraterrestrial civilization on the planet was still in its infancy, but whether it was indigenous peoples who were enlightened by the remnants of human civilization or those who came from earth themselves wasn't known. What was even more interesting are the later stories. The conflicts and suspense are carefully orchestrated. I won't spoil things for you; you should read it yourself."
"Just from your description, this story is certainly interesting. But how did you pick this book out of so many works?" Nolan asked.
"I didn't choose this, but my assistant recommended it to me," Jiang replied.
This confused Jiang Chen the most.
What logic did Jean, without a concept of emotion or aesthetics, use to recommend him this piece? Jiang Chen asked Jean before, but Jean couldn't answer the question. She only used a vague and humane way to respond to the question: "Because it's interesting?"
Although the theme was impressive, it wasn't stellar by definition. The concept of time wasn't a novel concept in the sci-fi world. While the topic escalated to a discussion of civilization, this point didn't add too much complexity.
But after reading the work, Jiang Chen had to admit that Jean didn't lie to him; the work was indeed fascinating.
"It's too early to make a decision. I'll go back, read this book and I'll give you a reply tomorrow." Then Nolan stood up and looked at Jiang Chen.
"I'm looking forward to your good news." Jiang Chen smiled.
Nolan raised his eyebrows and jokingly whispered.
"I've always been picky with the script."
"Believe me, you'll love it."


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"Whew, finally!" 

After landing at JFK Airport, Juho stretched as he walked out of the plane. His entire body felt stiff after being in the airplane for so long. Although the airport was brimming with people, Nam Kyung skillfully led Juho out of it.

"We should go out. Isabella's waiting outside."

"All right." 

Walking past the giant American flag at the airport, Juho followed his editor outside. The New York air felt somewhat different from the air in Korea, and as they saw the foreigners going about their ways on the streets, it dawned on Juho that he really was an outsider. The graffiti on the walls looked just like they did in the movies. The thunderous sound of engines roared in the sky. The plane flying across the sky seemed a lot bigger than usual. While the young author was looking around, Nam Kyung struck up a conversation with him, "Having fun?" 

"Yeah. We really are in New York." 

"How is it?" 

"Let's just say that it feels like a big city." 

"That sounds about right. Shopping is just about the only thing there is to do around here," the editor said, shaking his head and adding that he had never had a positive experience while visiting New York. It wasn't clear whether it was the weather or the buildings around them, but the entire city seemed to have a grey tinge to it. 

"There she is," the editor said. When Juho looked forward, he saw Isabella leaning against her car, looking in their direction. Then, spotting them from the distance, she walked toward them.

"Welcome to the US," she said light-heartedly, and Nam Kyung greeted her back in a slightly stiff English, "How have you been?" 

"I've been well. Mr. Woo… or, uh… would it be better to call you Juho?"

"Yes, no need to be so formal." 

Then, being conscious of the people around her, she added, "It seems like you've been doing well yourself, Juho." 

She drove a British car. After putting his bags in the trunk, Juho entered the car and sat in the back seat, while Nam Kyung sat on the passenger's side. Enjoying the comfortable ride, the young author looked out the window and watched the scenery roll by. Although the sights were unfamiliar, there was nothing that felt new because Juho was able to understand every word Isabella and Nam Kyung was saying in the car. Rather than a foreign country, it felt more like his first time visiting Myungdong. A yellow cab rushed passed them. Then, stopping at a red light, Isabella said, "We're headed for Manhattan now, and you'll be staying in Coin's apartment there for the next three days."

"Three days?" 

"Yes. You might as well get a look around while you're in the States before you see Coin. After that, we'll be on our way to his villa, which he uses as his studio. He should be back from Worldcon by the time we get there. Until then, you're free to look around." 

Then, she added in a hurry," Oh, one more thing. I'd like for you to understand that our schedule heavily reflects Coin's opinions." 

After brief contemplation, Juho asked, "Do you think we can see the apartment building in Manhattan?" 

"It's a luxurious building that Coin bought for himself with the money he made from his books. I'm sure he means to ensure that his guests have a good time." 

At that, Juho was made certain that Coin was looking to show off his possessions and wealth. 

"When we get to his villa, you'll be able to meet Susan as well." 

Knowing that Susan had made appearances in a number of Coin's books in various forms, Juho grew curious as to what she would be like in person. 

"Is the villa luxurious too?" 

"It's a place known for corn plantations. You'll see why he chose that place to write when we get there." 

From then on, Isabella took Juho and Nam Kyung around Manhattan, to Fifth Avenue and the St. Patrick's Cathedral. 

"Well, how are you feeling? The Hugo Award Ceremony is just around the corner," she asked, locking eyes with the young author through the mirror. Then, he cracked the window open slightly and said, "Not bad. Not bad at all." 

"You seem a lot calmer than I thought you would be. Are you expecting you'll win?"

"No way." 

"If I were in your shoes, I'd be dancing up and down."

"It's too early to celebrate, isn't it?"

"You'll see what I mean once we get to the bookstore," having a solid understanding of the characteristics of the Hugo Award, she said honestly. Similar to the time when Coin came out with his sophomore title after his debut title turned out to be a failure, Yun Woo was currently among the most prominent figures in the literary world. While everyone was wary of the young author on one hand, they were curious on the other. Whether they viewed him from a positive or negative perspective, it was undeniable that they were fixing their eyes on him. 

"You, Mr. Woo, are a very strong candidate," Isabella said. Many of her professional acquaintances shared a similar opinion. 

Yet, with a shrug, the young author answered modestly, "You never know, just like how I had no idea that Kelley Coin would invite me to his house." 

"You got me there. I had no idea that you'd come to the States, either," she said, studying Juho's face. Unlike Coin, he was calm. He wasn't in the habit of frowning or cheering out loud. He was quite the riveting person, and she thought to herself that Coin should learn to be more like the young author. 

"If Coin were in my shoes, do you think he would've been going around telling people that he'd win?" 

Though Isabella was caught off guard by the young author's timely question, she was still able to respond with ease, "I'd say to the point of arrogance. He'd even go as far as telling people that it would be wrong for that trophy not to end up in his hands." 

"Well, I guess he's earned the right to." 

Then, looking ahead, she added, "So have you." 

Much like Coin, Yun Woo was also a world-renowned author. However, the young author simply smiled quietly. Meanwhile, listening to their conversation, Nam Kyung read the articles that were turning up in real-time on his phone.

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"The Double Crown! The Next Challenge of the First Asian Nebula Winner!"

"What is the Hugo Award? A Prestigious Literary Award Named After the President of a Famous American Magazine with a History of Half a Century." 

"Who Has Earned the Double Crown Thus Far? Will Yun Woo Be Able to Jump the Wall That Was Too High Even for Kelley Coin?" 

"The Doubts of Critics Overseas. 'How Was a Country Void of Support, Educational Facilities, and Investiment for Writers Able to Produce an Author Like Yun Woo? He's Like a Bird That Came Down from the Sky. We Don't Know Where He Came From or Where He's Headed." 

"Yun Woo, the New Wave in the Literary World. His Future Trajectory. What Makes His Writing So Special?" 

"The Ever-So-Controversial Writing Style of the Young Author. Split-Personality Theory, Proven To Be True? Critics Overseas Speak." 

"Yun Woo, a World-Renowned Author Who is Still in School. What's He Got to Say? Where Is He? A Wave of International Media Floods South Korea. His Publisher Remains Silent." 

"'Cast Your Votes!' Who Will Be the Next Hugo Winner? A Closer Look at the Authors and Participants of Worldcon." 

"Team Korea Gets a Formal Invitation, but Where's the Author? Reported to be Staying at a Hotel Nearby." 

"An Interview with Yun Woo's Competing Nominee. 'It's an Honor Regardless of Who Wins. Come Join the Readers and Their Favorite Authors at Worldcon. You're Missing Out!'"

"Kelley Coin Appears Again! Participating as a Representative. His Prediction?" 

"'I Don't Care Who Wins. It's None of My Business. Enough with the Same Old Questions.' Photos of the Angry Author."

"The Award Ceremony Just Around the Corner. Who Will Readers Vote for?" 

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"Man, I love Yun Woo." 

"If not Yun Woo, then who else? Just give it to him, already."

"Yun Woo! Get that Hugo, man!" 

"I love all geniuses that exist in this world, but among them, I love Yun Woo the most." 

"If he really ends up getting the Double Crown at nineteen, that will be a record that nobody will be able to break for at least another century." 

"I predict three centuries. His record will stand until God in 'Language of God' dies." 

"So proud of him! The fact that I even get to talk about something like this is unbelievable. It brings tears to my eyes whenever I think back on how science fiction has been received in Korea." 

"The unthinkable has happened."

"I don't think I've ever felt this way toward an author. That's just amazing." 

"The Double Crown will really suit him well. I think Yun Woo has what it takes to carry that weight." 

"Whenever I read his books, I can't help but struggle to find the adjective that sufficiently describes him. His writing is life-changing." 

"Maybe this is what it felt like to be living in the same age as Shakespeare." 

"I wish the entire world knew about him." 

"Commenting here after watching Taylor Sander's special interview for the Hugo Ceremony. I think it's worth watching if you wanna know more about the author." 

"I just saw it, too. He had a lot of subjective things to say, but they'll remind you that Yun Woo never lets us down. There's a translated version available, so go check it out." 

"I think it'd be more accurate to say that he's an astounding specimen rather than just another translator who excels at subtle nuances when translating." 

"I don't have to talk about how amazing his writing is, but it seems like he has a talent in translating, too. Sanders had a lot of good things to say about him." 

"Sanders is one of the most highly-acclaimed translators around, and yet, he had nothing but good things to say about Yun Woo's translation." 

"'I respect him.' His own words. He said he respects Yun Woo not just as a writer, but as a translator, too." 

"So that's what happens when your language skill is on overdrive." 

"When a genius pursues the path of music, they become the next Mozart. When they pursue art, they become the next Leonardo Da Vinci. When they pursue writing, though, I would say that they become Yun Woo. We're reading novels written by a genius, people!" 

"That's a fancy way to put it. It makes me feel super privileged just reading his books. I definitely recognize Sanders and his works, but the fact that I get to read Yun Woo's book in its original language is really something."

"I really hope he keeps writing for a long time. I'd buy every single one of his books. I never second-guess myself when buying books."

"..."

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"Yun Woo is a marvelous author. He's bound to be happy if he were to win." 

An avid science fiction fan participating in Worldcon was reading an article in a magazine. It had an exaggerated title that read, 'The Chance Yun Woo Has of Achieving the Double Crown According to Taylor Sanders, the Translator of 'Language of God.''

With the ballot before him, the fan was feeling conflicted. Six blank spaces. Five candidates. With the exception of the option to abstain from voting, all five candidates were excellent authors who had written excellent pieces of writing, which were considered to be the most outstanding science fiction fantasy novels of the last two years. Of course, the fan had read every single one of them, and not a single one had brought him disappointment. Because of fans like him, those five novels were able to make it all the way to the finals. 

"Choices, choices." 

The fan pondered, thinking back on each and every one of the novels. Then, his eyes went to the magazine he had been reading. Frankly, he had been hearing about one particular nominee up to the last minute. To be precise, his head had been filled to the brim with thoughts about his novel. The novel had won him over with its very first sentence, and the fan vividly remembered the experience of shock and awe he learned just by whom the novel had been written, by an author who was growing increasingly popular in the States: Yun Woo of 'Language of God.' The fan brushed his hand across the author's name on the ballot, listed as the fifth candidate. 

There was no end to explanations of how excellent 'Language of God' was. Along with theories on Yun Woo, 'Language of God' was a common topic in a monthly gathering the fan had been going to. Since the winner of the Nebula Award had been declared, and the Hugo Award Ceremony had started, the topic of Yun Woo had become even more popular. 

"Yun Woo, the Eighth Wonder of the World." 

That was the title the group had decided to give the young author. Like the Great Pyramid of Giza or Machu Picchu, asking questions about Yun Woo only led to more questions. There was no solid evidence of anything, anywhere, only questions. How? How was he able to write like that?" 

Science fiction fans tended to love authors of excellent science fiction fantasy novels. They looked up to them, and that same affection was directed toward Yun Woo just as intensely. They loved and respected the young author. Then, why couldn't they vote for him more willingly? That was because Yun Woo was simply too massive of an identity. Humans tended to be overwhelmed before an identity that they couldn't comprehend, denying it. Then, the fan read Sanders' response to the interviewer in the magazine. 

"Yun Woo is real. He's alive. He eats with chopsticks and types away on the keyboard of his laptop. Not only does he translate, but he also writes. We can communicate in the same language. He's also the youngest and the most mature author of all the other authors I've met thus far. He knows how to contemplate, make decisions, and be responsible with the results of his choices. While he's ordinary at times, he can also be anything but." 

The fan read on. 

"The one thing I can say for certain is that I've never met anybody like him. He's truly unique!" 

The fan recognized the young author's existence. There were traces left by the author that were simply undeniable, too real to think that he didn't exist. A Nebula winner, not only did he send Kelley Coin as his representative and meet with Taylor Sanders, but he also took part in translating his own novel. Yun Woo was very much real. However, the same question returned the moment one accepted that truth: How was he able to write like that?

"Damn it. The last time I had this hard a time making a decision was deciding where to go out," the fan let out, rubbing his face irritably. A part of him made him think that he didn't want to cast his vote for an author who was putting him through such misery. While he wanted to vote for Yun Woo, another part of him didn't want to. Whenever the fan thought about the young author, he couldn't help but find himself wrestling with contradicting thoughts.

Next to the young author on the ballot, was a fifty-five-year-old author who was being nominated for the Hugo Award for the fifth time. The fan felt his heart leaning toward him. 'Who did others vote for?' A lot of people had to be going through what he was going through. Then, after wrestling long and hard with his thoughts, the fan made up his mind. He wasn't certain as to how his vote would affect the results, but he was certain of one thing. 

"If Yun Woo achieves the Double Crown, then I'm starting a protest to demand he reveals himself." 

With that, his arduous voting process finally came to an end.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

I myself wrote a couple of stories. But while I am not a writer and not a novelist, but simply a techie, the author. We authors differ from writers in that they write and know the details of the literary work. They can pick up beautiful words, forms, they know all sorts of text composition, but most of them do not have interesting topics! The content does not cling. There are novelists they can write an excellent story, one, two, three ... and that's it. But these three stories are world-class masterpieces. Like "The Hobbit back and forth", "The Wizard of Earthsea", "Rokkokon", "The Young Years of Henry 4", "The Time Awaits", "Colla Brignon", "Chesterfield Letters to Son", "Cheerful", "Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Hekel Berefin, "Kings and Cabbage", "12 night", "Magic whip", etc.

But other works by these authors are already a class below.

No, we are authors, not like that. We write about what we think and see. Sometimes we do not have such beautiful forms of the text, sometimes the grammar is limping and syntax. But we are read. There is a circle of readers, 80-100 people. And why? And because the content is interesting, that the information obtained can be useful in everyday, everyday life.

But it was all a seed to the main idea. The authors sometimes start the text, the story they have their own thoughts, their ideas, the story itself is interesting, but it has its limits of beginning and end. Chapters 50-90 ... and when the story lasts 300 or even 1200 chapters sometimes 2500 ... then the meaning of the story somewhere in chapter 100 is lost ... the original ... a new look comes in ... the story changes. .. and you need to finish the story ...

When the author has no ideas left, he simply begins to "merge" the story. Simple techniques are used: ... 10 years have passed in science fiction novels, 100,000 years have passed ... (interesting, and people live so much?) ... 100 million years have passed (yeah, sometimes the planet will not be able to exist so much) .. or suddenly a literary hero moves from the Earth to no one knows where, to a planet of another galaxy ... from a 3-dimensional space to an idiotic 5-dimensional! Although, logically, it is not there, only science fiction writers will not invent the night ...

What we see is a lot of novels from writers but they end up somehow crumpled up ... an interesting story in the beginning and in the middle at the end turns into an uninteresting dull shit ... why? Because the writer did not stop in time! He needed numbers in 1,000,000 words ... and the novel itself would have been great if they had written 300,000 words, it would have been good if they had written 400,000 words, an average of 450,000 words ... and then the quality would fall.

It's impossible to endlessly drag the main character from the lower world to the middle one, and then to the high, super high, super high, super duper high, heavenly 1 level, then 2 levels and so on to 1,000,000 levels.

The image as the protagonist of a weak person becomes the strongest in his world, and then going to a higher world again becomes a weakling ... making efforts again becomes the strongest and so many times. It annoys you. Fills the edge.

As well as the constant appearance of new and new difficulties, new villains ...

It becomes like a conveyor, a boring one.

Entering into the history of romance and then tragedy ... as Renoir spoke a famous French artist in the world and so full of all sorts of horrors I don't want to draw it in the world invented by me ...

It is clear that the reader is more imbued with history. Needs emotions both positive and negative ...

In general, at the end of many fascinating novels, in the mainstream style, with an interesting and original plot, because of the large volume of words, the ending becomes like a carbon copy. Cliches on the cliche, as if all writers want to enter one format, standard, punched ending, stamp, stereotype, template, it's easier to say just a stencil ...

Maybe you need to have a sense of proportion ...

For example, the story of the magic coin ... can be extended to 90 chapters and may end by 56 ... because its main task was the prologue to the story of the Magic Farmer and the novel about merchants and clans as additional descriptions to the world of the Magic Farmer ... but then, the novel merchant got his own separate life. And the prologue ... there is a lot of historical information about clothes of that time, food, weapons, roads, goods, political intrigues ... but it's difficult to translate them into textual or more literary form. Therefore, the chapter there go not as often as intended before.

With the magic farm, everything is going easy, because the topic is close, there is a practical experience in the garden, on the farm, on the market .... occupation of agribusiness, electronic cartography, historical research, expeditionary work ...

Therefore, the ending of the story will be smooth and not merged ... and there may be quite 300 chapters and easily 1500 ...

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

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