Free Web NovelChapter 1: Professional Hater
"Gahahaha! This is so unbelievable."
If someone ever asked which novel entertained me lately, at the same time, I hated so much, only one novel came to my mind.
’You never failed to make me amused like this, author,’
I am currently reading a novel called Main Character Goes Brt! Brt!, written by an author who uses the pen name The Fool.
It’s probably a name inspired by some other book that I don’t want to dwell on too much.
This novel is new.
It was released a few months ago by the same author.
And as expected, it flopped.
There were barely any comments left in the book, and reader interaction became nonexistent as it goes on.
It’s because The Fool couldn’t write at all.
I mean... the title was pretty much written by a child.
He suck.
At the same time, because it was my job to keep people down and make them feel miserable, I felt gratification in becoming the number one hater of every novel.
And I do it on Chromenovel, the top webnovel site.
Chromenovel is a huge webnovel site with millions of readers and users.
People are bound to read books here just by scrolling.
You can even potentially write and potentially have some good readers as well.
And I, Raymond Shrak, am a professional hater on this site.
I am a mortal enemy of the authors, as it doesn’t matter if it’s old or new.
A name that goes along with fighting everyone virtually... well, to be honest, it’s just straight-up cyberbullying at this point, even though I tried to think that it’s just ’fighting everyone virtually’.
Well, what’s a professional hater anyway?
It’s a made-up title that only belonged to me.
If authors were to find my name commenting on their novel, they should expect straight-up bullshit comments.
Or if they find me giving a review of their novel, they should already be expecting a one-star review of their book.
The only reason I’m incapable of giving a zero rating in these reviews is that the site doesn’t allow me to.
After all, I would’ve definitely put them on most of the books I read.
If I put it on a societal basis, I’m one out of ten people who will likely hate everything I see.
The right word for it is probably toxicity.
It became my profession at this moment.
Now, why would I do this?
Is it because I’m just not right in the head?
Or is it simply in my nature to bully someone over their hard work, to the point that even when something is good, I’ll still find fault with it and talk shit about it?
Well, both were right, but there are other reasons as well.
First, I felt satisfaction.
Bantering with authors on this site is just a sight to see.
There was joy swelling inside my heart every time I talked about bad stuff in their book, always nitpicking and judging every single thing.
And when they messaged me for so long, even doing direct or private messages to talk there, I knew I had gotten them to hate me.
You know the feeling of provoking someone and just feeling happy about it? Well, if it is not only me, I guess I’m not the only one sane at all...
Second, the reputation that I built.
I was a Horror to these authors.
HORROR.
I liked seeing them cry in their messages, feeling the intensity of their replies as they tried to argue against my so-called ’criticism’.
Even up to the point that they became scared by the mere fact of the name [justaguy] sliding onto their novels.
This reputation I built brought me the most haters, but also the same haters as me.
Though they didn’t know that I was already taking this role very seriously and not just some gibberish act that I do as a hobby.
I just liked stomping someone on the ground, destroying what they thought to be their perfect creation.
Adding the fact that I had a ridiculous reputation, and just making their lives and hard work miserable.
It was all worth it.
Finally, the third reason, and for the most part, is that I’m bored.
The boredom is definitely killing me.
In the real world, I’m known as a ’perfect student’ by anyone who knows me. I’m smart, athletic, top one scorer in class ranking, and not really the ’guy who just wanted to have fun’ that I wanted to be.
I’ve already been put in the perspective of the main character.
In this boring and dull virtual life, I’ve put myself more of a villain to some people.
From this new point of view, I can feel satisfaction.
However, if I kept doing these actions, I understood that I could get in trouble with many people.
That’s why I’m very careful not to leak any of my information to the world.
It will be one’s foolishness if a professional hater gets caught just because they made silly mistakes.
I don’t make silly mistakes.
"Oh, that’s short."
After finishing the day’s Chapter, I couldn’t help but think that the author had improved so much. Two story arcs had already been concluded, and the novel was nearing a hundred Chapters already.
Right, does a professional hater have a novel they liked or are supposed to like?
No, absolutely not!
You aren’t a true hater if you love something.
It would shake the reputation that someone had hardly built for so long, which is why I’m the only one remaining strong to maintain this position.
And those who have copied me, probably doing it just for clout or a hobby, have stepped down because they couldn’t hold it in and liked that one particular novel that changed their lives.
Mostly, those changes came from new authors who make good stories.
There are definitely a lot of aspiring writers coming to this site hoping to become famous authors, but they’ll also have to face my wrath one way or another.
After all, nothing has a ’rich’ history like me on this banger of a site.
So, what do I do with those aspiring or veteran authors who make good stories?
Instead of commending the author that they have improved so much in terms of writing and world-building, I’m going to nitpick what I don’t like in the said Chapter or story.
For example, the short Chapter or the misuse of words.
’Let’s see...’
Just as I was about to write my constructive yet spiteful comment on the newly released Chapter of my current favorite author to tease, my eyes darted to the first comment I saw in the chat box.
There were exactly three of them.
It was the author, The Fool.
-Short Chapter for today because I couldn’t concentrate on creating a longer one. I’m thinking of quitting writing as well because the ratings of the novel have been low after [justaguy] came and ruined it all. Because of this, readers have been few, and everyone who sees the title of my novel just hates it...
I was supposed to react happily after achieving my goal, but I stopped when I continued reading.
Below that comment, my eyes shook due to how insane it sounds.
-That’s why I’ve researched who [justaguy] is, and it has finally come to fruition, and tracked him down. That’s right, I know where he is now, and I will return every pain he brought upon my novel that should’ve stood upon greatness if not for that nasty professional hater!
The last comment was enough for me to be afraid of his words.
-I have found you...
-...and I will kill you.
Thud—!
I set my phone down on the table, feeling shivers creep over me as I immediately looked around the classroom.
I was shaking, trying to see if a stalker had been looking at this place, at my classroom specifically.
Nervous, my eyes darted through the windows outside to see if someone was taking a sneak peek over my seat.
There was no one.
"R-right... I should get home."
I was all alone in my room, as it had been an hour since the class ended.
I’ve already done my school duties, which is why I stayed alone instead of going out with some people.
Picking up my bag while having enough internet for today, I hastily moved towards the door of my room, slid it open, unaware of what was about to happen next.
Chak—!
As I opened the door, a clenched hand holding a dagger suddenly stabbed into my stomach, too fast for me to even react to it.
"You’ve seen my message just now, haven’t you?"
"Bleurgh!"
Coughing out a mouthful of blood, the perpetrator pushed me back inside to my room.
My phone and belongings fell aside as he drove me toward the window, a trail of blood left the wooden floor.
"T-the fool!?"
I shouted in disbelief.
"Hello, justaguy."
Of course, I instantly realized the one who stabbed me!
Who else but the freaking author of that dogshit novel that I was supposed to put my criticism on earlier!
"Oh, how I’ve been waiting for this day, Raymond. That’s your true name, isn’t it?"
The Fool let out a crazed smile on his lips.
"You shouldn’t have done that! You shouldn’t have harshly talked about my novel like that!"
He paused.
"That’s why I’ve uploaded late this day, you see. All because I wanted to show you how angry I am. Yes, you made me do this. It is your fault this has happened to you."
Blood continued to seep out of my wound.
No words left my mouth as I heard his desperate comments.
I just found it unbelievable that I was put in a worse situation, and because of my actions, the consequences have manifested right in this situation. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
I just didn’t expect to be stabbed!
’God, it fucking hurt so much!’
Still in my position with no way of escaping, I prayed that a teacher or a worker from my academy would magically pass by my classroom or come.
Anyone at all.
Alas, as if The Fool understood, he pushed the knife deeper into my stomach, the pain intensifying as it coursed through my body.
"Gaaah!"
My eyes wavered as I trembled. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
’Oh shit...! I’m losing consciousness... No, I can’t die like this... I will not let go of this life—’
But the Fool didn’t give me a chance to retort and stabbed me three more times to guarantee my death.
My hands lay on his shoulders while my vision became fuzzier.
I started losing consciousness.
"That’s right. You should die."
I could hear his maniacal laugh and the crazed words that followed.
It infuriated me to the core and forced me to make the most desperate and unimaginable decision I could ever think of.
An idea struck my head.
With quick succession, I hugged The Fool tightly once he lowered his guard, just as he was sure that I was about to die.
However, that only worsened the pain I was feeling in my abdomen, making it three times more painful than it actually was.
"Huh!?"
At that moment, I began to tilt backward towards the open window on my back while the Fool struggled until the end.
"What are you doing!? Get the fuck away from me!"
"Hahahaha! Let’s die together, shall we?"
"No!"
With the author, The Fool, letting out one last painful scream, we fell toward the building’s window as I clung to his waist.
It felt like time had slowed down.
"Ah, fuck..."
It hurts so much that my life flashes before me.
There were my mother and father, who were always cheering for whatever I did.
My classmates were always in awe at how smart I was, and the anger that stemmed from others watching me with envy.
The games I played with my friends, the confessions from the girls I rejected, and the tears I saw in their eyes...
As if I were in a movie, with the scenes slowly appearing in front of me.
"I don’t want to die..."
That made me realize my will to live.
"AHHHHH! I DON’T WANT TO DIE—"
My head hit the concrete floor of the school grounds, and so did the author of the novel that killed me.
Still, I died.
