The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 611: Chapter 41 Who Am I?_3

"I’ve left your mail at the door.”

"Don’t worry, it’s not cash on delivery.”

After repeating himself, the mailman left straight away, his tone full of jest.

Kandater listened to the retreating footsteps, and his Talent once again informed him that this was real.

It was precisely because of this that he was puzzled.

What was before him was real.

Then, what about before?

Full of doubts, Kandater opened the door, finding a thick large envelope on the ground outside.

On the envelope was the name Billy Publishing House and his own name, Kandater.

The contents of the envelope were divided into two parts, one was an apologetic letter, and the other was the manuscript.

Dear Mr. Kandater,

We regret to inform you that your manuscript did not meet our publishing standards.

Editor-in-Chief: Lunsen

DY20.3.15

…

After reading the letter, Kandater picked up the manuscript.

He began to browse through it.

It detailed the story of a peace-loving Sabie Alien during the ’99 invasion of Earth, who wanted everyone to coexist peacefully, but was exiled by the Sabie Aliens as a traitor. RÃ₦𝖔₿Ę𐌔

Because of this, he joined Earth to resist the invasion of the Sabie.

But he was a Sabie Alien.

Earth treated him as the enemy and imprisoned him for twenty long years.

What followed?

The Sabie Aliens compromised with Earth.

The twenty years of war had drained too many of the Sabie’s resources.

The Sabie could no longer continue.

Earth was the same.

Both sides entered a period of peace.

Just as he had hoped.

But it was not because of him.

As a ‘prisoner of war,’ he was returned to the Sabie by Earth.

The years of relentless warfare and subsequent failure left the Sabie leadership needing a scapegoat, and they unintentionally announced him as the key to their defeat.

He truly became a traitor.

After enduring many tortures, he was executed.

The day of his execution coincided with the signing of the peace treaty between the Sabie Aliens and Earth.

Amidst the laughter and cheers, fireworks filled the sky.

The last thing he saw were those colorful fireworks.

"This is quite well-written, isn’t it?”

"I wrote this?”

"Is the editor a moron?”

"Why can’t such a good manuscript be published?”

Kandater mumbled to himself, then put down the manuscript and walked into the kitchen.

Everything was so familiar.

It was as if he had been living here for a long time.

Just like seeing only two pieces of stale bread left in the cupboard wasn’t a surprise to him at all.

I am a writer.

I imagined myself as the protagonist.

That’s why everything felt so real.

In that dream?

Was it a burst of inspiration?

Just as he was about to delve deeper, Kandater felt a tightness in his breath.

He knew it was his old problem.

A result of overthinking for too long; a little rest and some food should set him right.

For this, he had even seen a doctor, spending a whole ten dollars, but the medication wasn’t as effective as adjusting his condition himself.

Inhale, exhale.

Immediately, he took several deep breaths in his own way.

Then, picking up a piece of black bread and carefully setting aside another, he felt significantly better as he chewed on the black bread, sat back down in his chair, and picked up his quill.

He had to write down those things while the memories from the dream were still fresh.

This was a rare burst of inspiration!

He at least had to write out the plans of the Sabie Aliens, and yes, the names of the various supporting characters.

Perhaps because the previous dream had been so vivid, Kandater found his thoughts flowing like a fountain, and he wrote down name after name, scene after scene at a rapid pace.

When he finished the last scene, he couldn’t help but let out a long breath.

Whew!

Kandater prepared to stand up to stretch his back.

But as he stood up, everything around him changed.

He found himself back in his ‘office.’

No!

It was the office of his character in the book.

In front of him stood a girl around seven or eight years old, dressed in a red witch’s robe, with a sweet face, twirling a mirror in her hand.

"This?”

Kandater was taken aback once again.

Am I fantasizing about the world in the book again?

It’s so realistic!

I must write this down quickly and then go back and write it all out.

But, could it be that I’m overthinking and have developed some sort of complication?

Why do I always encounter such realistic scenarios?

Could it be that I’ve been writing too much?@@novelbin@@

While Kandater was thinking, the little girl hopped over and raised the mirror with the metal edge in her hand.

What does this mean?

Kandater stared blankly at the mirror.

The reflection showed a disheveled man with unkempt hair, a scraggly beard, bloodshot eyes, and a gaunt face.

This was him.

His constant writing had made him neglect his appearance; the reversal of his daily routine and irregular meals had left him very thin and somewhat sickly looking.

From now on, I must try harder to regulate my routine.

Strive to go to bed early and wake up early.

If possible, I should also find a job.

Preferably a half-day one, so I can go to work in the morning and write in the afternoon.

Looking at his own reflection, Kandater couldn’t help but think.

Then, the mirror with the metal frame was suddenly pressed against his face.

Bang!

Pain and dizziness overwhelmed him.

Why did you hit me?

As Kandater thought this, he realized that with his frail body, he couldn’t possibly withstand such a blow.

All at once, he lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Jennifer looked at the unconscious Kandater, picked up the mirror, and aimed it at the back of his head, giving it another whack.

Bang!

This blow was even heavier than the last, and the angle was chosen more adeptly.

Kandater immediately fell into an even deeper unconscious state.

"Too reliant on ‘Talent abilities’, once enthralled, one is completely engrossed… Indeed worthy of the Sabie Aliens?”

Jennifer couldn’t help but comment as she looked at the unconscious Kandater.

Then, she looked down at the still-vibrating mirror.

Mirror: I am a noble and respectable mirror, please do not use me as a weapon, especially against less than handsome men (PS: This hurts my eyes T.T).

…

"It was handy.”

Jennifer said casually.

Then, she picked up the writings Kandater had just completed and walked over to the side.

Kandater’s mini computer was there, with Jason on the screen.

Seeing Jason amidst the crimson, Jennifer immediately gave a sweet smile.

"Hi, Jason, good evening~”