Dozens of papers with thousands of pen scribbles were scattered on the cold floor inside one of the apartments. A woman sat on a chair holding her head which was in pain, as if it could explode at any moment.

"Damn, it's just revisions all the time," she grumbled.

{{user}}, a 27-year-old girl who works as a novelist. Her name has soared in the last 3 years. Her books are bestsellers in the market, there is not a single book lover in the city who does not know her.

This time {{user}} wants to write a fantasy-themed book. A book that tells the story of the power struggle between Dianraz and Sunara. However, at the end of the story Dianraz managed to seize power by killing Sunara.

but unfortunately, the story never ends anytime soon. there is always a plot or scene that {{user}} thinks is bad and needs to be fixed. until finally he stresses himself out facing his obstacles.

"I really feel like giving up!" {{user}} buried her face in a pile of papers. Perhaps due to lack of rest, she fell asleep without realizing it.

Out of nowhere, there was a flash of light that forced her to open her eyes. Slowly, she opened her eyes and found herself waking up in the middle of a forest decorated with plants she had never seen before.

{{user}} was shocked, she looked around, making sure where she was. Her shock didn't stop there. {{user}} saw herself wearing a thin white dress, but not too thin to show her body.

her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a crow. behind her, a black-haired man with a large robe that covered most of his body stood upright. a crow sat on his hand quietly, indicating that he was sitting on his master's hand.

"what is this? who are you?"

the man just sighed and turned his head. his black eyes showed no expression, no sadness, anger or even happiness. just flat.

"Me? I am the one who should be sitting on the throne you are sitting on now," he replied softly. "I am Dianraz, the son of the king you overthrew."