First Moment [ENG Version]

Chapter 5 : First Meeting at the Café

Chapter 5

First Meeting at the Café

"For the sake of my novel, I'm willing to do anything!"

- Mo (Momentum) -

I' m struggling with the worst challenge in writing my novel — writer' s block.

Do you remember the latest event in HSH where I ended the chapter with a cliffhanger? Ferst was shot with a tranquilliser and kidnapped. Later, the story revealed that the mastermind behind it all was the middle school boy that Ferst once saved from a group of thugs.

That boy had purposely staged the whole encounter to get to know Ferst. In reality, he was the spoiled son of a wealthy family. He wanted to be a hero just like Ferst, and the thugs were actually hired by him.

However, Ferst realised the boy didn' t want to be a hero to save the world — he just thought being a hero was cool. So, Ferst rejected the boy' s request to teach him how to become a hero.

The boy then said, "If you won' t help me become a hero, I' ll become a villain and stand in your way."

That' s how Ferst and the boy ended up having to fight each other.

And this was exactly where I was stuck with the story.

I needed Ferst to create a new invention. The problem was that his opponent was just a misguided kid. If Ferst harmed him, it would come across as too cruel. The weapon Ferst used must not be too violent, but it had to be effective enough to teach the boy a lesson and help him change his ways.

In the past, I would just make Ferst' s weapons unleash massive, explosive power, creating exciting action scenes. But this time, I realised I couldn' t use the same approach. If Ferst harmed the boy, he wouldn' t be the ideal hero anymore.

Usually, whenever I hit a block, I would conjure up Ferst in my imagination and ask him for advice. He had always been cooperative and helped me get back into the flow.

But now...

I sat there, tense, staring at my laptop. My hands hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly. Instead of helping me come up with a weapon for the new chapter, Ferst just sat there, resting his chin on his hand, silently watching me.

It wouldn' t have bothered me if he was simply observing — I mean, he was just a figment of my imagination, after all. But the way he was watching...it felt odd. His eyes sparkled, and he wore a small smile as if he was amused or thinking about something else entirely.

"Ferst, don' t you get it? I need to update the next chapter. What kind of weapon are you going to use to fight that kid?" I asked, my face tense as I turned to the imaginary Ferst.

"A weapon?" Ferst raised an eyebrow.

"I told you, the best weapon is... a heroine like you."

"..."

I could only sit there, utterly speechless. Ferst wanted me to be the heroine of the story to resolve the plot? How does that even make sense?!

"Seriously, Ferst, the readers are waiting for your awesome new weapon! I promised I'd create a groundbreaking invention for you, and I'm working on it right now. Why can' t you just focus on what you love?"

I tried to reason with him, hoping to get my protagonist back on track and stop him from being distracted by nonsense.

"Create a weapon I love?" Ferst looked at me with an unreadable expression.