Night Bureau Member Whose Talent Points Went Astray (Part 2)

Then one hour passed,

Then two hours,

Then three hours.

Outside, the sky over Magic City gradually darkened. Yota, who had been squatting on the chair so long his legs were starting to go numb,

Sneaked another glance at Fang Ran for who knew how many times and saw him roll over to the other side,

Even reaching out to drag over the potato chips he had somehow still not finished eating.

After thinking it over, Yota felt he should say something after such a long silence. Following an hour of mental preparation,

He finally decided to ask, "Fang Ran, are you hungry?" when—

"Mm-hah~~~"

Fang Ran stretched and sat up, then licked the potato chip crumbs from the corner of his mouth. Smacking his lips, he spoke with a thoughtful look:

"Emmm, how should I put this? The writing is pretty immature. The opening is a complete failure, the plot develops too slowly, and it's filled with this artsy, sentimental smell. A lot of the descriptions go on for way too long. It's obvious it was written by a very inexperienced newbie,"

"The most fatal reason your book has no readers and couldn't get a contract is that it isn't a proper fantasy webnovel at all. There's no monster grinding, leveling up, showing off, or slapping faces. Everything you wrote is just the scenes and worlds in your imagination. It doesn't meet market demand, so of course it flopped this badly."

Yota stared blankly at him, watching Fang Ran sigh with tolerant helplessness, the glow from the half-written screen reflected in his eyes.

"You know, very few people read books chasing after the things you do, especially in the fantasy category. Most people just want something satisfying, something relaxing, something entertaining. That's what the market demands,"

"I have a