Chapter 1. Where Am I?
**Whoosh-whoosh...**
The wind gently caressed the floor, the curtains swaying under its force. A man walked over to the window, raised his pale right hand, and slammed the sash shut.
"It's cold," he muttered under his breath.
He turned around and approached the open laptop. On the screen was an open window titled "Text Document – Chapter *****".
The man, raising his slender fingers, began to type. Finally, he finished. The last words were:
**END.**
"Yes... I've finished my work. How many years has it been? Sigh..." the man sighed. "A whole ***** chapters written. For some, that's a lot, for others, it's little. But alas, I have no more ideas to continue this title. Hmm, I think the release date for the webtoon based on my work should be announced soon. Seems like it's tomorrow."
Taking the mouse in his right hand, he selected all the text, copied it, and went to a site called novel.com.
"Okay, where is my title..." flashed through his mind. Clicking on "My Titles," he selected the right one and clicked "Add Chapter." He pasted the text, a full 30 thousand words long—for some, little, for others, plenty—and submitted the chapter for the readers.
"That's it... Now 'The World of Humanity' is officially complete."
You're probably wondering, what is this title about? I'll tell you. It tells the story of the main hero and his heroine. His name is Lin, he's from China. At the beginning of the story, his parents are killed by monsters—the Faceless and the Skinwalker, creatures born from the void. No one knows where they came from, but they emerged from a rift in the center of Europe, more precisely—in France, the city of love... or, in other words, Paris.
The main character had traveled there with his parents. It was there that the rift occurred, killing his mother and father. And so, his desire for revenge was born. Well, a typical cliché, I suppose.
So, what's the ending then? The ending... (********* ****************************************************************). Like that.
Phew... This title was probably difficult. Although it's understandable—after all, it's my first work, and it's getting a webtoon! That's awesome! Heh... Sigh, but how I hate my life... My parents, my brothers and sister... They're all dead. Some from cancer, some from an illness called coronavirus. And I was left alone... Living in a one-room apartment. Poor, loser, ugly fatso. I think that describes the situation.
"Alright, so... Finished. I need to rest, been working on the last two chapters without a break—I'm exhausted," the man muttered.
He walked over to the bed—if you could even call it that? It was just a mattress on the floor. He lay down, pulled the blanket over himself.
"Phew, it's cold... Goodnight, parents... Brothers, sister..."
Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.
**Meanwhile, on the laptop:**
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And the screen went black.