Sing-Shong

「 For the first time since the fall began, Kim Dokja slept comfortably. 」

Yoo Joonghyuk was afraid of something for the first time.
The Kim Dokja of this life might only appear in this life.

The world he spent all of his life to establish was now killing him.

It was a very low voice, like the whisper of a reaper. “I will tell you about your ‘death.'”

Everyone called Kim Dokja by different nicknames. In fact, when the dokkaebi had named the strongest incarnation, people thought of different nicknames.

King of a Kingless World.

The lonely Messiah.

The Ugliest King…

The words were different but the direction they converged was all the same. The strongest person in Seoul Dome was Kim Dokja and Kim Dokja died for Seoul.

“Dokja hyung isn’t dead.”

Finally, Lee Jihye screamed, “…Where did Master go?”

“…”

“Master can save Ahjussi! Where is Seolhwa unni?”

However, Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t here to hear the blame. Eventually, Lee Jihye also started crying. “Ahjussi…”

They had to admit it, even if they didn’t want to. Kim Dokja was dead and he wouldn’t resurrect again.

–Kim Dokja: Writer, thank you for everything in the meantime. I am looking forward to the epilogue.

They were sincere sentences. Ways of Survival was my life's novel. It wasn't the most popular, but it was the best novel for me.

If this world were a novel, the protagonist would likely be someone like her. In fact, it was an inevitable outcome.

While I hadn't worked hard…

Yoo Sangah had.

While I read webnovels on the Internet…

Yoo Sangah studied diligently.