The Transmigrator Doesn’t Dream of Being the Protagonist – Chapter 1

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Title: The Evil Deeds of Author Ilmanjoong

Author: [Anonymous]

― Those who like Sepia must be masochistic losers, lol.

― Seriously, anyone who talks crap about Reus must’ve been a loser in school. Argue otherwise, and you’re the loser.

― Aca-strongest? Isn’t that a rip-off of Dragon-strongest? Lol.

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Here’s the evidence.

Lastly, the author’s ID and IP match those of the blocked accounts. The ID (qjsdurss) that consistently posted in support of the author is suspiciously similar to the author’s ID (qjsdurgka).

As you can see, the author is guilty of deceiving readers, intentionally slandering other works, and deliberately instigating community conflicts.

Are you still a die-hard Ilmanjoong fan after seeing this?

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‘Dragon-strongest’ was short for ‘The Strongest of the Dragon Academy.’

Until yesterday, it had been my favorite novel, a work I considered a masterpiece.

And today, when I stumbled upon the author’s deceit, conflict instigation, and intentional slander of other authors, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I was one of the readers who had been deceived.

I checked the comments on my post.

My smartphone scrolled down smoothly.

The post had quickly gained likes and comments, even making it to the day’s top recommendations.

[Anonymous] : Holy crap, you actually found this? LOL.

[Anonymous] : (Praising emoji)

[Anonymous] : Dude, LOL. There are a lot of people with the same IP address. As if that means anything. Ilmanjoong, just finish the heroine side stories properly.

└[Anonymous] : Ilmanjoong arrested at his residence.

└[Anonymous] : Author, why do you have so many alternate accounts? LOL.

Netizens were truly amazing.

They had unearthed all of the author’s nasty comments and atrocious personality.

He was like an oil field, full of surprises.

The deeper they dug, the more shocking things they found.

From jokes about readers’ school days, insinuating they had no responsible bullies, to inquiries about their parents’ well-being, they unearthed it all.

This made backdoor advertising seem cute in comparison.

I stared at my smartphone, stunned.

Cursing was inevitable.

Damn it.

I should have known something was off when that no-good assassin heroine tried to whitewash her past with a sob story about her tragic childhood.

The new broom had swept clean, alright.

She started a catfight with the established main heroine for no reason.

I had defended the unpopular heroines when they were being sidelined.

I had even cheered him on when the story went off the rails.

And that wasn’t all.

I had donated money and even written meticulous reviews.

I should have dropped it then, leaving a witty comment like “Time to unload this cargo. Author, you should try loading and unloading instead.”

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Title: Today’s Winner

Author: [Anonymous]

Could it be me, who made the fashion masterpiece ‘Dragon-strongest’?

Likes: 78 Dislikes: 1

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Is that downvote using their real name?

Were they stupid, or just malicious?

It didn’t matter now. I didn’t care anymore.

If he had been smarter, the story wouldn’t have been so frustratingly slow.

His choice of a kind-hearted protagonist was the root cause of all the frustration.

The character responsible for the most readers dropping the story?

It was the indecisive and stifling protagonist, Arthur Pendragon.

I opened the web novel app and left one last comment.

gmrdn2021: I have seen the post. I am dropping this. Go load and unload some trucks.

I closed the app and flopped onto my bed.

A smile crept across my lips.

This was revenge for the betrayal.

At that moment, a long comment appeared on my post.

It was from the author, using his main account.

Of course, I wasn’t going to read it.

I replied without even glancing at his comment.

[Anonymous]: TL;DR please.

I settled back into my bed, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.

I browsed through my smartphone for a while before drifting off to sleep, content with my day’s work.

Then, I opened my eyes, greeted by a strange ceiling.

Fuck.

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