Mount Oulusegaho.
Deep within the palace at its very summit.
After casually closing the thick book in his hands, Orsaga shook his head in mild displeasure before muttering unhurriedly:
"All that talk, and it was nothing but bullshit."
"A trash supporting character hung around for several chapters, then died in a single sentence."
"What the hell is this?"
"What the hell is this supposed to be!"
"Is there any justice left in this world?!"
Then, still cursing, he reached out and grabbed across space, dragging a scrawny, trash-tier author who had been typing away in some distant spacetime into his hand. Holding the man by the neck, he demanded:
"What kind of garbage are you writing?"
"Do people really want to read an ocean of filler??"
"Can you give us something with actual substance??"
"I was going to use you to glimpse the future, but what fucking use are you??"
After panicking for a tenth of a second, the man he had caught realized what had happened and muttered to himself, "Fuck, I thought I'd finally transmigrated..."
Then he immediately roared with righteous conviction:
"There's no way I'm not padding it out! How am I supposed to eat without padding? How am I supposed to write webnovels without padding?"
"Padding the word count is a webnovel author's instinct, just like breathing!!"
"A webnovel author who can't pad, can't write a good flex, and can't write a plot can only starve miserably on the streets!!"
"Besides, I have standards! At least when I'm padding, I explain things that haven't been mentioned before and flesh out the basic setting to round out the whole worldview!!"
"That's absolutely necessary!!"
At this point.
The hopeless flop even declared with righteous indignation:
"And given the infinite possibilities, while you're grabbing me and asking these stupid