The beginning

"There is only one chapter left to finish the novel. Who would expect writing a novel to be so difficult?"

My name is Ryan Light, a game designer and programmer. A year ago, I finished the best game I have ever designed

The name of the game is (Rise Against the Tower). It is an RPG-type story game. The story of the game talks about the last million people entering the tower to escape from the monsters and disasters that destroyed the earth.

The game has four main characters that you can play with. Your task is to climb the tower, rebuild civilization, fight monsters and other races, or build alliances with them.

It is a popular game with a base of two hundred million players

"Haha, who would have expected that the first game that I designed alone would be so famous. How much is expected of a genius like me?"

Ryan laughed with an ugly smile on his face as he sat in front of his desk in his luxurious room

"Tech, but really those annoying eyes want a second part of the game under the pretext that humanity stopped at the fifteenth floor."

But who would have expected that the game maker's response would be to write a novel on the pretext that designing a second part of the game would take years, but the truth is that Ryan is just a lazy person

Well, who cares what they think? I have enough money to live as I want, but I have to give them what they want. The last thing I want is for a crazy fan to come and stab me in the back. Well, it happened once, but I survived and he was thrown in jail.

Ryan thought fearfully of what had happened before

'I'm hungry, let's go eat'

Ryan got up from the office heading towards the kitchen to prepare his food as someone who lives alone had to learn cooking and household matters and he is proud of himself because his cooking is above average

On his way to the kitchen, he heard a knock on the door

I don't think I asked for anything.

Ryan went to the door to see who was at the door while he was gone. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling. Haza ignored the feeling and opened the door, which he immediately regretted.

"It's because you didn't make a new part of the game, you damned slacker!"

A masked man pointed a gun at Arin's chest as he fired

"Fuck you, it's just a game, you idiot. Is this how I'm going to die after becoming filthy rich at the age of 27?"

Rayne thought and his mind turned towards darkness

This is the first novel I have written. Tell me if you like the way it is written or if you have any advice. I am sorry for the short chapter