How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World[part1]

Chapter 37: Group Assignment (1)

Even though I created a dark history for the first time in my life during the gathering, it didn't change my daily life. I suffered from a hangover all weekend, although it didn't cause any major obstacles for me to write.

I just went in and out of the bathroom a lot. I've heard that wine causes a worse hangover than other alcoholic beverages, and I felt that fact keenly.

Anyway, despite some issues, I was able to write smoothly like a ship with sails set even if there were some bumps in the road. The historical knowledge I learned from Cindy while teaching her writing skills and the ecology of the demons that Cecily taught me were a great help.

However, it's inevitable that the progress has slowed down as my free time has decreased by more than half compared to when I'm at home. It's only natural because I only focused on writing every day when I was at home.

'Certainly... the next volume will take two months at the earliest.'

At home, I was able to submit a manuscript every 15 days at the earliest or a month at the latest, but it was very difficult to do so because of the current situation. In fact, two months is a very fast pace given the circumstances.

Because of this, I sometimes think how great it would be to have a machine like a typewriter. We live in a world where paper-making and printing technologies have advanced enough to produce newspapers, but why are machines underdeveloped?

'What can I do? It's still the Middle Ages.'

In this world, not only industrial technology, but even objects that can be called 'machines' have not properly emerged, so the concept of 'engineering' itself does not exist. The refrigerator in my lodgings, the temperature control function, and finally the magic pen I use are all 'magic' instead of engineering.

Perhaps even if we reach the Industrial Revolution, machines will not be entirely mechanical like in our past lives, and may contain a little bit of magic. I shook my head from side to side after recalling the steam engine I wrote about in volume 8.

'It's not something to be concerned about until then.'

After finishing my work, I stopped abruptly while writing with the magic pen my father had given me.

'Come to think of it, don't we have a group assignment starting tomorrow?'

My forehead automatically furrowed at the thought of a group project. I don't have a single good memory of doing a group project in my past life.

During group project periods, even a miracle of miracles, things like a sick parent, attending a funeral, or a broken phone preventing communication can happen.

It is common to be absent for various reasons, and there were even cubs who went to serve in the military.

The most frustrating experience for me was when I did everything alone and still received a C grade from the professor. The memory of being scolded for doing everything alone instead of showing leadership and leading the group was still lingering in my mind.

I wish such situations did not exist. If someone cannot do it, I am willing to do it all myself.

'Am I a fucking writer if I can't even do that much?'

The trauma of group projects was so strong that I ended up cursing. I had nothing but negative feelings towards group projects.

Some people might ask if it's different because it's a whole other world here. Unfortunately, however, the essence of a "human" does not change anywhere. Moreover, since there are social classes, the situation could be worse.