「 Anomaly's Alternate Solution! 」• ORV •

Chapter 1 - Prologue

Prologue - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

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「 Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint 」

It was a hit novel.

With global fans all over the world, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint made massive hits; capturing the heart of the readers from the very first chapter.

An intricately compelling narration of a reader's authority, and the relationship between the reader, author and the protagonist. It dives deeply into the elements of love, companionship and complicated yet well made reasonings.

And just like one of the many moths drawn to a flame, the storytelling of such drew me in.

I was one, out of the thousands of readers who had read this novel.

I'm not anyone special.

Just a person, who happened to be a fellow fan of ORV.

But, this novel really meant a lot to me.

During the times I stayed shackled to my room, depressed without any will to live; waiting for the next updates was what always kept me going.

In this story where the world of fiction became reality for the reader, perhaps I was drawn to that idea. And before I knew it, it became part of my life.

From the times when I stuck at home due to my disabilities, learnt to play the piano all the way to when I became a successful professional pianist, It was my will to wake up everyday.

To the point I would blame my success to it.

"God, I sound like Dokja right now.."

I let out a chuckle at my own inner monologues, scrolling through my phone as I read the Manwha version of the novel.

I had already finished the novel, and i was now reading the adapted version.

Time sure flies.

I thought to myself, before shutting down my phone and making my way to the train station.

Sure. I was really attached to the novel, but my reasons for liking the novel wasn't as noble or as grand as Dokja's love for "Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined world".

His very own novel created just for him.

My reason, was simply that i liked how the story made me feel, and most importantly I fell in love with the protagonist's character.

The complexity of him, his smile, his resolve, his reasoning, his past and how he deals with it; Everything about him was made me want to give him a good smack.

Let me re- explain just how much I loved that specific character.

If he was to tell me to crawl to the ground, kneel or kill myself, I would.

Now that the story was over, i basically had no more reason to get up every day to stay motivated.

.. Hm.

...Should I just die now?

My life really never amounted to anything anyways. I don't think I'd feel anything if I were to die.

The only reason I still haven't, was because of the adaptation.

... Damn. I'm getting depressed again.

Letting out another chuckle, my thoughts were interrupted by the notification sound ringing from my phone.

In the middle of the subway with several passengers, some which seemed to be old people and some who seemed to be tired office workers, I hoped the notification which I thought I had muted didn't disturb them as I looked at the notification that had appeared on top of my smartphone. [You have one new mail.]

It was from an anonymous messenger, which most likely was again, a fan of mine.

As a professional pianist 'Cho Yul', I rose in popularity unexpectedly not too long ago due to my skills and the unusual 'looks' I possessed. And I was already used to some immature fans sending me death threats or generally just try to contact me. But regardless, I read them all, so I opened the mail.

-??? : Is this Cho Yul?

-Yul123 : Who is this?

-??? : A fan lol.

I squinted my eyes through my sunglasses.

With how many fans I had contacting me just this week, I should really change my number.

I should really stop responding to these texts too.

-??? : What's the genre of your life?

Unlike my plans to just ignore the messages and stop responding, I stared down at my phone tilting my head. Somehow, that particular question reminded me of ORV, so i decided to stay for a little longer.

-Yul123 : I guess it's comedy?

-??? : That's unexpected.

-Yul123 : What?

-??? : I was expecting you to say tragedy.

Feeling oddly ticked off by the statement, I narrowed my eyes.

-??? : Your life was a tragedy, from start to end.

As if taunting me, the anonymous messenger continued.

-??? : Poor Yul-ssi. It will all end tomorrow.

-Yul 123 : Do you know me?

-??? : 7pm.

Feeling flabbergasted, I paused for a moment as I read the text.

Was this a death threat? This fan will attempt to kill me tomorrow at 7pm?

I put down my phone, letting out a sigh.

"Maybe it's not so bad to just get killed."

After all, I had no reason to live anymore now that I finally finished ORV.

... Was what I had initially thought.

As the subway reached to a halt, I was left alone with my thoughts to think about the bizarre conversation I just had, not knowing that tomorrow, my life would be flipped around.

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