A Third-Rate Writer's Everyday Life in Another World

By a twist of fate, the third-rate writer You Qing, who treats stories as his own inner world, arrives in a world without stories.

This world has neither electricity nor the internet, but... it also has none of the human society You Qing fears.

A giant tortoise over two meters tall is head of the construction department, yet loves making puppets for his little granddaughter?

A handsome male peacock is vain, but loves making clothes for his niece!

The frog minister controls all the rules for food and herbs. One bowl of his concoction is enough to make both the living and the dead despair.

Brother Monkey? Why aren't you the Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Are you really stuck working as the post office manager here?

General Ma! I'm a stranger here, but we can talk this out. Put the sword down first!

And there are lucky carp that can leap out of your mind, and terrifying, chaotic locusts. This world has lost many things compared to the one he came from, but it has gained all sorts of fascinating unknowns.

You Qing doesn't care about any of that. He only wants to stay behind that small figure and quietly write a story of his own.

“You Qing, does a world where people can turn into ancient giants really exist?”

“You Qing, is this immortal the same kind as me? No? Then why can he fly?”

“You Qing, You Qing, where's today's story? Do we need to go gather material?”

“You Qing, You Qing...”

The girl asks excitedly, and You Qing can only sigh. “I never thought I'd be pestered for updates even after coming to another world!”

Even so, he happily posts the next chapter.