2 < 1, but not (1) > (1/2)

“Seo Yul, what do you think are the advantages of my novel? ”

“I don't have a reader, so if you have a fan meeting or something, you can only see each other? ”

I drank a glass of soju playfully.

“No, not like that. ”

“Or what? That there's no bad publicity? There is no reader.”

“· · · · · · Should I just kill it? ”

The man in front of the crowd.

I smiled at Kim Sin.

“Seo Yul, I mean it. ”

But soon I returned to a serious look.

A loving face.

I have to. The writer has already rolled down two pieces, so it's a pity.

Is there a reason that brother should be begging?

I think I'll buy a house if I sell all the fancy things I own.

No, it's sad that your novel doesn't get recognized, even if it's not financially.

Chor.

I filled my glass with wine.

“Well, that's the beauty of your novel. Essential. Sincerity. Writing speed, and it's my taste. Again. ”

It had been seven months since I first met my brother.

I was curious because the writer who was less than 100 years old had a fan meeting, so I went out and became a match.

“Ah. Quite a fresh worldview. It was nice to incorporate the fantasy worldview into the modern world in this piece. ”

“And?”

“Hmm.”

At first, it was a relationship between a fan and a writer, but after drinking too much without knowing it, I suddenly became related to my brother.

“Bro, do you want a cold horse? Or do you want a sweet one? ”

“· · · · · · Cold words. ”

“That's right. ”

I poured another glass of soju.

“Khh! First of all, my brother's novel. ”

For the record, I am sober and sober.

“Basically, the story is endless. Most of all, it's unpopular. Who pays to see a novel like that? It's not some lame-ass rental novel. I'm just thinking about you. ”

And now I'm pretty drunk.

I crossed the line a long time ago.

“Still, about 50 per side. ”

“Fifty? Fifty? How many did you get for this piece? ”

It pops right out of your brain without filtering out your brain.

“· · · · · · · 3. ”

“One of them's your brother, right? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“One is me. Then there's only one left. Where did the number 50 come from? ”

I took another swift breath along Soju.

By the way, my injector calls for a drink.

The more you drink, the more you drink until you fall down.

“That's why I'm asking. For my next piece. ”

I want a shot of soju.

I couldn't lose, so I took another shot.

I don't want another drink.

That's nice.

“Khh ~ brother. Well, let me get this straight. ”

Two brothers nod.

When did you become two?

Is that God?

Oh, it's God.

Kim Sin.

There's a lot of tension.

“Your novel. The status window is the problem, huh? Rubber Statement Window! Shhh! If it weren't for that, I'd be blown away. ”

“· · · · · · · · What? ”

I release the control pin in my head and spit it out like a bot.

“You're not fit for a dog or a cow or a window. If it weren't for that, you'd make a thousand times as much as you do now. ”

“But the status window is now basic, not a choice in modern fantasy. ”

Chor.

Have another drink.

“The Basics of Kibouon? That's bullshit. I told you, it doesn't suit you. ”

Now you look blurry.

“If it hadn't been for this piece in the first place, it would have succeeded.” ”

“Hey, no matter how much you subtract the status window from the [Class S] world view, · · · · · · · ·. ”

“The title was the problem in the first place. What's his status window? ”

Even if he doesn't know the world, he doesn't know it.

“· · · · · · · Are you serious? ”

“Of course.”

Honestly, I'm a little selfish.

I feel like I want to stop looking at his status window.

“No, you can't just pull out the status window. The worldview itself is completely wrong. ”

I had another drink of soju.

“What can I do to change the world view? Why don't you just gently eliminate the protagonist's status window? Wouldn't that be fun? ”

“· · · · · · Only the main character? ”

His expression became serious.

I grinned and pulled my brother's cheeks.

“Anyway, you need to let go of the trend. Okay?”

“· · · · · · · Yes. I know what you mean. ”

“Okay!”

I took one last drink with a sunny smile.

Tuk-

My mind snapped when I said that.

”Ah! Yes! Well, how about this? There's a limit to wearing items in my settings! That, Seo Yul? Sleep?”

Finally, his voice sounded blurry.

* * *

“· · · · · · Headache. ”

My mouth is dry.

Along with a severe headache that seems to be stabbed with a resembling needle, there is also pain above.

“Woof.”

I'm sure.

This is hangover.

How did you get into the house yesterday, by the way?

Obviously, God met my brother and started drinking. He looked a little depressed, so he ran a little fast, and... · · · · · · ·.

I don't remember.

The film was completely cut.

I think he said something with a serious face.

“Ugh. My head breaks. ”

My head hurts so much that I can't think anymore.

We have to work on this hangover first.

“I think I'm going to throw up. ”

You really drank a lot.

This is almost all-time.

Looks like he's been drinking ever since he lost his memory.

I carefully dressed and headed out of the house.

“Ugh · · ·. ”

When I got the hot sun, my head was spinning.

I slowly calmed myself down and headed to the convenience store nearby.

When I arrived at the convenience store, I bought a hangover relief drink, took a quick sip, and landed on an outdoor table.

I think I'll live now.

The breeze feels good.

And most of all, it's quiet.

Just a little bit like this and you'll get a hangover soon.

“This woman! Did you just say that? ”

“I'm done! Why?”

“Ugh!”

Sudden high-pitched sound resonates again. I thought it was some kind of sonic attack.

I squeeze my head together and find the source of the sound.

“Why are you blaming me for your mistakes in the first place? ”

“Mistake? Ha! That's not funny! You didn't deliver it properly! ”

“Oh, my God, is that funny? This is why you can't talk to a family you can't learn from. ”

“What? Uneducated family? Bitch!”

I sigh deeply.

I can't believe my peaceful healing time is gone.

“Ah.”

I can't help it.

We have to get out of here.

It was when I got up from my seat.

“I can see that! Your son looks just like you. He's got a bad head. ”

“Funny. Why don't you worry about your son? You just said Intelligence 3. ”

Twitch.

My footsteps stopped naturally because I couldn't understand it.

Intelligence 3?

“My son is a genius. He already has 5 intelligence. Your mother's genes aren't good in your family, are they? ”

“Bitch! Seriously! ”

Intelligence 5 this time.