Surviving as a Cult Leader in Another World (On Pause)

Valtiel had great pride in himself.

As many as one million people have seen the story born from his fingertips.

Val Thiel felt as if he had climbed a tall tower filled with books and was looking down on the world.

'I will rise higher with only my talents! Unlike the kids who were lucky enough to be born into noble families, they are self-made!.'

Every story I write is a bestseller.

A situation where people of all ages and genders are anxiously waiting for their new work.

"Professor, what are you thinking like that? "I asked him if he was in a good mood, but he didn't answer. Are you thinking about your next project?"

When Val Thiel was lost in his thoughts in his laboratory –

The female student who was looking at herself tilted her head.

Fresh female student.

Bal Thiel, who drew lines around her eyes while looking at the nape of her neck, spoke knowingly.

"Well, that's right. Creation is truly painful. I have to be lost in thought every day. "Is there anything else this painful?"

The pain of creation.

Valtiel had no doubt that it was the greatest pain.

I thought it was comparable to the pain of a midwife and the cataclysm of creation.

Soon the female student asked.

"Can't I just use it roughly?"

Stupid bitch.

Valtiel swallowed those sounds with his mouth and kindly explained.

"Those who write must have a mission to teach the people and lead them to the right path. I am, so to speak, a prophet leading people. Like the great Moses and Elijah."

"I don't know much about that. Rather, you're giving me an A for today's essay, right?"

Val Thiel frowned at her female student.

Her female student's writing was disastrous.

But even so, Valtiel had to give an A grade.

She said the reason was simple.

Because this stupid and poor girl was the only daughter of the Count of Provence.

Valtiel is a good writer, though.

Although she looks down on people, Valtiel had the limitation of not being a noble.

In order to succeed, you will have to line up well.

'The Count of Provence is my biggest supporter. If you can persuade even a stupid girl like this—.'

Val Thiel recalled the man she had seen an hour ago.

Bronze Plaque Monk Hyde.

He was a man who wrote childish and unacceptable writing.

'A village of back alley nymphs. Anyone could tell that it was a plagiarism from my "Pilgrimage to Heavenly Father." It's the worst thing in the world that a guy like that can even claim to be a writer. It's like bragging about the count family.'

Val Thiel was convinced that Hyde was a condescending and condescending man because he had been lucky enough to become the count's son-in-law.

What on earth was so attractive about a guy like that he married that Psyche?

'If he had known this would happen, he should have crushed that nose very flat. No more fussing about him writing! Don't let him go out into the world!'

Valtiel was a best-selling author.

When it came to 'writing', he had a very high authority, and it was easy to use that to nip things in the bud.

How many children actually broke their pens after being pointed out by Baltiel?

Also, even without needing to point it out, many people who felt the difference and gap between Baltiel's writing and their own writing off their books.

A human called Hyd should also be like that.

'Should I write about my stupid son-in-law in my new work? I'm writing a story about Daryl's son-in-law, who only trusts and shows off, but is eventually abandoned by his wife and falls miserably. It will be refreshing.'

Valtiel was happy to have found the next topic.

Zek-.

A female student being hugged by Baltiel.

"So, Professor. When will you show your next work? "You said you would show it to me first."

There was no trace of intelligence, and he looked fawning like an animal.

Valtiel was truly disgusted.

'In the past, I could have been considered cute just because I was young, but now I can't stand it. Is it because she met Psyche? She looked at the girl and said, 'This guy looks ugly.'

Psyche was a gentle and intelligent woman.

It also made sense that Val Thiel hated Hyde so much that he married Psyche.

And I didn't understand why Psyche said that she was not a perfect writer like herself and that she preferred "The Village of the Backstreet Nymphs."

It was right then.

"Bah, Professor Valtiel! Come out and try it! Come on!"

When Val Thiel heard someone calling her, she went outside to see what was going on.

I saw people gathered near a wall and chatting—.

It was written there like this:

"Please explain the plagiarist Baltiel to me, Rust─."

"What?"

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Writer.

In my opinion, writers are broadly divided into two types.

A thorough capitalist type.

And the dogmatic type who tries to teach others.

There is no need to explain about capitalist-type writers who are passionate about views and sales.

In the first place, these people weren't that much of a problem.

The real problem is the latter.

A dogmatic type of writer.

"I can control the human mind. Those who thought, "I can change people's thoughts!" Were the truly dangerous writers.

And Valtiel was just this type of person.

He is a fool who thinks he is a prophet.

Who are you that you judge humans to be ignorant and foolish and try to teach them?

I never said it was hard─.

The biggest hardship in the world is being in a warm place when it's cold, and a cool place when it's hot, comfortably writing unproductive words with your fingers!

"Baltiel. "You are trash."

There were only two writings in the world that could teach people.

One is the Bible.

And one was the writing of I, Hyde, who lives a more Biblical life than anyone else.

Zek-.

I punched a hole in a piece of backing paper commonly available at universities.

And I completed the mask by drawing a cross on it with my blood.

"Me. Advent."

Hehe… You are… !"

"As… Didn't he leave for Pluto…? !"

"The mask is different! But it's real! I, Michelan, the third ascendant, can tell!"

Zek-.

I wrote on the wall with ink as people retreated one by one.

"Please explain the plagiarist Baltiel to me, Rust─."

It was a simple story.

Soon a crowd of people came, and among them was Baltiel.

Valtiel hid behind the soldiers and asked.

He pretended to understand the truth of the world and wrote as if he were a prophet, but in reality, he was a very cowardly person who hid behind a steel blade when a crisis came.

"Is that guy really Rust?"

"I am who I am. Valtiel. You stupid bastard. "Please explain the plagiarism of my work 'The Devil'!"

Pot-.

I shouted confidently.

Soon people would ask "Plagiarism?" Or "What do you mean? They started talking with people saying things like "Baltiel plagiarized?"

Baltiel said.

"What are you doing! Arrest that man immediately!"

"Do you really think I showed up here alone? Two thousand of my men are stationed near this seminary. If you don't do what I say, there will be a big fire in Barakhan. "This is not a metaphor or analogy."

Are there really 2,000 of my men waiting here in Barakhan?

Of course it was nonsense.

However, the people were very afraid, and the soldiers were unable to move quickly.

I took advantage of that opportunity to speak.

"Baltiel. Your work, "Pilgrimage of the Heavenly Elders," Is a plagiarism of my "The Devil"!!! I'll show you the proof!!! Pilgrim, the main character of Pilgrimage, pretends to be innocent, but is a very wicked person!!!"

"W-what do you mean! My work is a plagiarism of "The Devil"! "My work was written earlier─."

"You idiots don't understand. Pilgrim represents a clean and innocent protagonist, but he is ultimately a byproduct of sex between a man and a woman. "Am I wrong?"

"W-what nonsense…"

"In other words, you can say that I plagiarized the characters that appear in My Demonic Map. Because the characters in my show are sex itself. "It seems like people didn't notice the plagiarism because of Valtiel's poor and trivial writing skills."

"My writing skills are poor?"

"Foolish Valtiel, do you know how many copies of my 'Demon' have been sold? It is certain that the more an article sells, the better it is. Valtiel, you are in a complete hierarchical relationship with me. Therefore, what I say is correct."

"… !"

Bal Thiel closed his mouth and could not say a word.

His eyes were constantly moving from side to side, and it was clear that he was trying to think of something nice to say.

How does it feel to be beaten by his own claims?

Stupid guy.

Soon he said.

"Rust, I know very well that your writing has sold over 2 million copies! But… That… Oat oatmeal sells more than steak… Oat oatmeal is not a better food! Okay! That's it!"

This bastard-.

Are you changing your words now?

Are you quoting exactly what I said?

You damn bastard!

You are guilty!

"I, Rust, declare here. "If there is even one copy of Baltiel's book left in the world, I will not write the next work, 'Fuck the World.'"

It was that moment.

Someone shouted in the crowd.

"What the fuck! I can't believe I can't see Rust's next work because of a bastard like Valtiel! Let's all burn Baltiel's book! Bring everything here!"

"Turn it into kindling!"

"From the beginning, I didn't like the idea of ​​you showing off just because you wrote some letters!"

People gathered Baltiel's writings in one place and began to burn them all.

Baltiel was astonished when he saw that.

"Stop it! What on earth are you doing! "Stop it!"

"Khahaha! The world is getting a little warmer now! Valtiel, what did you say? A good book is an ax with which to chop the world! I'll show you! Ruler! This is the good book you were talking about!"

Zek-.

I took out the ax that was lying in the backyard.

"Is this a book? It's an axe! You stupid bastard! You idiot don't know that letters are just letters! A book is a book and an ax is an axe! Come here! I will personally pour blood from your neck and saturate the world with that red ink! Haha! Know with glory! That your blood can become my book!"

"Ahh! Mr. Rust himself handed down the death sentence! Valtiel, you are dead! As expected, it was a good idea to hide in Barakhan! "This top servant, Hans, knew!"

"Baltiel is truly dead now!!!!!!"

"It could be Rust's book! I envy you! Valtiel, change it with me!!!"

I stretched out my hand towards Baltiel, who was trembling with fear like a captured rabbit.

It literally looks like it's about to urinate.

"Hey! Ha, don't do it! Help me! Help me! Wrong! "You were wrong!"

"Okay? What did you do wrong?"

"…"

Valtiel rolled his eyes as if he was embarrassed.

Soon, Val Thiel spoke as if he had squeezed out his thoughts.

"Well, how dare I make excuses to Mr. Rust or… I did… ! My "Pilgrimage of the Elders" Is a plagiarism of Rust's "The Devil"… You're right… ! Even though my article was written first… !"

"You should have admitted it a long time ago! But it's already too late! "Give me your blood!"

Hehe!"

It was the exact moment when Valtiel wet his pants due to urination.

"Rust! "I can't believe they even showed up in a place like this!"

I could see Psyche and her companions running from afar.

Before they showed up, I was going to just pester Baltiel and get out, but I got more excited than I thought and wasted time.

"Lust! Hurry up and eat it!"

"We will take care of this place!"

Fortunately, the ubiquitous Blood Crusade and renegade seminarians blocked their path.

However, today it was not easy to escape.

"I am Alter Archibald! Rust! I will arrest you in the name of Lord Elohim and His Holiness Pope Gregory!"

Today, in addition to Psyche, there was Alter Archibald.

Two golden knights.

Even if Rust is omnipotent, it is a difficult situation to escape from.

Fluttering, fluttering-.

Even the makeshift paper mask fluttered as if it would fall off at any moment!

People who saw that shouted.

"Go, the mask is about to come off!"

"Dangerous! Those who see Mr. Rust's bare face will go straight to hell and not get the 72 beauties!"

Oh my!

Zek-.

I said, holding the paper mask in place with my hand.

"Alter Archibald! A guy like Nicholas, targeting someone else's wife!"

"I'm like Nicholas?"

Alter frowned.

I spoke without missing the opportunity.

"Why don't you stop being hypocritical! It is widely said in the world that you are targeting the wife of the pious and faithful Mr. Hyde! "You disgusting bastard!"

"That's nonsense! There is nothing to listen to!"

What nonsense!

You bastard, you had a friendly conversation with my wife, Psyche, like people in the youth group at church!

I saw it all!

"Alter, if you are truly innocent of adultery and adultery, prove it by letting me go right now! Otherwise, you are admitting that you are an adulterous man targeting Psyche!!!"

"What… ?"

"Come on, admit it! Alter Archibald! The ugly desires hidden behind your mask of hypocrisy! "Those who put in the effort to pretend to be good and insist on justice are the most ugliestly distorted people!"