How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World

Rina, the princess of the Minerva Empire, grew up enduring numerous tumultuous events.

From a young age, she learned the conduct, etiquette, and expression management required of royalty, and she gained political awareness early on.

Her early political awakening strained her relationship with Marie, but they have since resolved their issues, so there’s no need to dwell on it.

Her most memorable experience thus far would likely be the time she was attacked by a demonized being during an outing.

Although it was a safe area and a frequently traveled road, the attack left her with a deep trauma.

This trauma instilled in her the habit of constantly being aware of her surroundings and checking for safety, and it also led her to adopt a highly rational approach to everything.

In hindsight, she suspects that demon might have been part of a plot by demon worshippers, given the negative perception of demons at the time.

After The Chronicles of Zenon emerged, perspectives shifted, but Rina’s workload as a princess only increased with time.

Recently, an event orchestrated by Isaac has been giving her headaches, though she believes it’s a matter that can be resolved eventually—it’s just taking too long.

Despite clear traces of a ritual, they can’t determine who or what was summoned.

Or rather, they couldn’t figure it out—until now.

“The summoned being… is Isaac?”

Rina stared at the young man before her, unable to close her gaping mouth.

Tea dribbled from her lips, staining her dress, but she was too shocked to care.

The young man awkwardly smiling in front of her was Isaac Ducer Michelle, the author of The Chronicles of Zenon, regarded as either a prophet or a regressor, and now even venerated as a saint who saved the world.

That’s not to say he’s lacking as an author.

Even before The Chronicles of Zenon was hailed as a prophetic text, it had caused a global sensation.

His writing skills are so exceptional that it’s said he advanced the literary world by several steps.

The Chronicles of Zenon is an easy read for people of all ages and classes. Just last year, the number of new students enrolling in the Halo Academy’s literature department nearly tripled.

“Then… all that knowledge…?”

The Chronicles of Zenon is a meticulously crafted novel, so detailed that it’s said to have created another world.

In fact, there are plenty of novels that create worlds—myths and fairy tales could also be seen as creating new worlds.

But The Chronicles of Zenon is on a different level.

Its vividness makes you feel as though you’re there, and its unforgettable scenes resonate deeply.

And above all, the introduction of something as extraordinary as a steam locomotive—it’s hard to believe such an idea came from a single person, let alone a young man under 20.

For Rina, it’s not just improbable—it’s absolutely impossible.

“Rina?”

“Huh?”

Snapped out of her thoughts by Isaac’s voice, Rina looked up in surprise.

Seeing him offering her a handkerchief, she glanced between him and the handkerchief before carefully accepting it.

Her hands trembled slightly, still shaken by the shock.

“Aria?”

“Yes?”

“Could you go enjoy some sunlight for a while? I need to talk with my friend here.”

“Yawn… Okay.”

Isaac gently sent Ariel off as Rina wiped her dress.

Thankfully, Ariel seemed drowsy and toddled back to bed, curling up in the sunlight like before.

With the immediate situation settled, Isaac turned his gaze back to Rina.

Her hands, still wiping her dress, were trembling like a leaf.

“Phew…”

After hastily tidying her dress, Rina placed the handkerchief on the table and exhaled deeply.

The stains were unavoidable, but at least the stickiness was gone.

Rina patted her chest to calm her racing heart, but her thoughts kept swirling, leaving her unable to fully regain her composure.

She finally decided there was no point in hiding anything after what she’d just revealed.

Resolutely, she lifted her head and met Isaac’s gaze.

His golden eyes, always mesmerizing, now carried a hint of unease.

“Are you feeling a bit calmer now?”

“…”

Rina nodded at Isaac’s question but hesitated as she reached for her teacup, remembering it was empty from her earlier blunder.

She had met countless people through social events and received shocking news before, but never had she been so visibly shaken.

“What you said earlier… is it true?”

Her voice trembled as she asked a question that encapsulated all her thoughts and emotions.

Isaac gave a bitter smile and reluctantly nodded.

He hadn’t planned on revealing this, but Ariel’s presence had forced his hand.

Of course, he could have denied it to the end, but Rina wasn’t a fool.

She was likely piecing everything together in her mind.

“Indeed… it wouldn’t make sense otherwise. The only reason you could deny being a prophet or time traveler is that this truth is undeniable. But really… from another world? Like a demon from another dimension?”

As she untangled her thoughts, everything fell into place like pieces of a puzzle.

Isaac’s open-mindedness was something she had dismissed before.

Even Marie, after all, lacked an authoritarian attitude.

Though Rina didn’t stay close to Isaac like other women, she prided herself on her keen observation.

‘If he came from another world, everything would make sense. But there are two crucial questions…’

What kind of world did he come from? And how did he realize he was from another dimension?

Was it truly a world inhabited by demons, or a completely unknown one?

And above all, was this young man truly Isaac Ducer Michelle?

By all biological accounts, Isaac was indeed the son of Hawk Ducer Michelle and Anna Ducer Michelle, with their family’s signature red hair and golden eyes.

But whether the soul within him was originally Isaac or another from a different dimension—she had no way of knowing.

“I won’t ask you to prove it. But can I ask a few questions?”

“Sure. Since you’ve already figured it out, there’s no point in refusing. But if my father or Adele shows up, I’ll stop immediately.”

“That’s fine. This is sensitive information that could affect the entire world.”

Rina knew it was reckless to discuss this in such an open space, but her curiosity got the better of her.

After taking another deep breath, she fixed her gaze on Isaac and asked,

“How did you come to know this?”

“That I came from another dimension?”

“No. That you were summoned here through a demon worshipper’s ritual. How did you realize that?”

Isaac answered without hesitation, despite the profound nature of the question.

“Luminous told me.”

“L-Luminous did?”

“Yeah. Luminous said the demon worshippers’ summoning ritual failed, causing my soul to end up here. It’s probably the ritual you’re referring to.”

As he spoke, Isaac casually popped a cookie into his mouth. Rina could only stare at him in shock as he crunched away.

If Luminous vouched for it, there was no room for doubt, but the truth was still hard to process.

There were indeed signs of someone disrupting the ritual at the temple.

That disruption led to Isaac’s soul being transported to this world.

‘And then The Chronicles of Zenon was published…’

Demon worshippers are being completely exterminated.

It’s their just deserts, a trap of their own making.

Surely, they must have attempted to summon a demon.

But what’s this?

Instead of a demon, they summoned Isaac, who slaughtered every last one of the demon worshippers.

A once-in-a-lifetime gamble turned into the worst possible outcome.

What are the odds of such a thing happening?

If the demon worshippers knew, they would be so overwhelmed with frustration that they’d faint.

“R-Really? Does Cecily and Queen Arwen know about this too?”

“No. They really think I’m someone from the future.

It’s better for them to hear it directly.

They’ve overthought it quite a bit.”

“Alright.

If you think about it, you’re also a victim of the demon worshippers, right?

You died suddenly, after all.”

“That’s true, but I don’t have many regrets.”

No regrets.

What kind of life did he live in that world to react so nonchalantly?

That single response changed how Rina looked at Isaac.

He was clearly someone who had lived an extraordinary life.

Isaac’s past life could indeed be described as tragic, but it wasn’t quite as dire as she imagined.

Losing his parents in an accident was undeniably tragic for any individual, but there were plenty of others who had suffered worse.

Rina looked at Isaac with pity, then quickly moved on to another question.

“So, your soul is really that of Isaac Ducer Michelle, right?

It didn’t get swapped with someone else along the way?”

“Want me to tell you how it feels not to know when to go to the bathroom as a child?

I can describe it vividly.

I still can’t forget it.

I don’t remember anything from when I was a newborn, but from age three, my memories are clear.”

“Sorry.”

A second life truly doesn’t start out ordinary, Rina thought to herself.

Now that she understood how Isaac ended up here, the most important question of all remained.

Perhaps the answer to this question would clarify exactly who Isaac really was.

Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

As Rina prepared to ask, her heart began pounding furiously again.

She frantically patted her chest to calm herself down.

After steadying her breath, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Isaac.

He wore a somewhat relieved expression, as if ready to answer any question she might have.

At last, Rina licked her pink lips and asked cautiously, her voice tinged with curiosity:

“Isaac.”

“Yeah?”

“What kind of world did you live in before this?”

This single question would reveal how Isaac managed to write The Chronicles of Zenon.

What kind of world would one have to live in to possess such imagination?

And what kind of life would one have to lead?

People fear the unknown yet are simultaneously curious about it.

That duality is one of the reasons humanity advances.

But Rina’s curiosity was on another level—she was eager to hear about the life of someone who had lived in another dimension.

“Before I answer, there’s one thing I’d like you to understand.

I lived a very ordinary life in my world—nothing like what you might imagine.

I didn’t have any great authority like you.

I was more like a commoner.

I didn’t have the ability to build a steam locomotive like the one described in The Chronicles of Zenon.

I was just a writer you could find anywhere.”

He had told others the same thing before.

Isaac firmly believed he was far from a genius.

He was just a writer who enjoyed history and was decent at storytelling—but not someone at the pinnacle of his field.

He likened himself to a pebble on the roadside: neither exceptional nor a threat to the world.

“That’s fine.

While you’re important, what really matters is the world you lived in.”

“Why?”

“You said you were ordinary, right?

If Zenon was ordinary in your world, could that world possibly seem ordinary to us?”

Isaac was convinced by Rina’s logic.

From this world’s perspective, his might indeed seem extraordinary.

So how should he explain it?

Isaac thought and thought.

The Earth he came from was far more advanced culturally and scientifically than this world.

However, Earth had neither magic nor mana.

There weren’t even monsters that threatened humanity.

Explaining all this one by one felt daunting, and there was no guarantee Rina would understand it.

‘Ah, this might work.’

If he framed it the right way, he could give her a satisfying answer.

With that, he turned to Rina, who was visibly nervous.

“You might find this a little strange.

The world I lived in had only humans.”

“Humans… only?

What do you mean, only humans?”

“No beastfolk, elves, dwarves, demons, angels, or even monsters.

No mana or magic either.

The existence of gods wasn’t even clear, so there was no divine power.

Just humans, vast natural landscapes, and the plants and animals that lived there.

That’s all.”

Rina’s reaction to his answer was priceless.

“What kind of ridiculous world is that?

It sounds incredibly boring.

And with only humans, how could it advance?

Without elves, could humans even establish civilization on their own?”

Her expression screamed disbelief, as though she thought he was lying.

Isaac understood how she felt from the perspective of someone living in this world.

“In that world, do humans live over 100 years?

Like elves living up to 1,000 years?”

“No.

In the distant past, living beyond 50 was rare.

Even in my time, surpassing 100 was difficult.”

“How…

I just can’t understand.

What kind of world is that…”

“Well, if I had to explain it…

Rina.”

“Yes?”

“What do you think of the sky?”

Isaac’s sudden question about the sky caught Rina off guard.

She furrowed her brows momentarily but remembered who was asking.

Isaac never asked useless questions, especially not in situations like this.

Surely, he had a reason.

After thinking for a while, Rina answered as best as she could.

“It’s where the gods reside, a place only the chosen can reach.

That’s why angels have wings, right?”

“True.

And?”

“From a religious perspective, all life begins on the ground and ascends to the sky upon death.”

“Hmm.

I see where you’re coming from.”

A classic mindset, typical of someone from the past.

But for someone like Rina, this was normal.

Isaac pondered her response for a moment before speaking again, this time in a tone reminiscent of reciting poetry.

“A place where humans soar through the skies in their own creations.”

“…What?”

“A place where humans sail vast oceans without wind, in their own creations.”

“…”

“A place where humans communicate with others across the world using their own creations.

And finally…”

Isaac paused before continuing slowly.

“A place where humans, with their own creations, can destroy the world.”

He was referring to airplanes, ships, the internet, and, lastly, nuclear weapons.

Rather than going into detail, he chose this poetic approach to make it easier to understand.

Isaac looked at Rina, who seemed utterly bewildered, and smiled faintly.

“That’s the kind of world I came from.

What do you think?”

Rina’s response was… unexpected.

“Pfft.

Don’t make me laugh.”

She outright rejected it.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“What kind of nonsensical world is that?

Humans did all that?”

Her reaction came from deep disbelief, rooted in the inherent limitations she saw in humanity.