The Saint and The Devil of Another World! Chapter 4: Sudden end?

Hey, author here. I quit. Yeah, really. To be honest, I started this out of pure fun and novelty. I wanted to write something entertaining, something that jokes around with familiar clichés while still building a living world out of them sometimes subverting them, sometimes just leaning into them for the comedy of it all. But I didn’t end up finding it fun anymore. It’s not really a problem with the plot, the worldbuilding, or even the characters. In the end, writing itself just turned out to be too tedious and effort-heavy compared to the enjoyment I get from simply imagining scenes. My ideas tend to come to me like a movie; cinematic, dialogue-driven, fast, almost like I’m watching it happen. Translating that into words slows everything down and turns something that felt alive in my head into something that feels like work. And eventually, that caught up to me. So yeah, sorry about that. If you’re reading this, it means you went through all three chapters. So thank you. Genuinely. That means a lot more than I can properly express here. Maybe my future self will come back and continue this, but I’m not my future self. So for now, this is it. Still, I don’t like leaving things unfinished without at least giving you an idea of what this was supposed to become. What the story was going to be This novel was meant to be a short-arc, episodic story. There is a larger plot, but the main focus was always going to be the characters and the world itself. Each arc would mix comedy with occasional serious moments, and end with a small life lesson nothing preachy, just something human underneath all the absurdity. The first arc, what I was calling The Sixth District Incident was about identity. Specifically: embracing who you are instead of abandoning it out of shame or survival. That’s the core of Elaine’s character. The Saintess who once stood at the center of the world, now reduced to working in a maid café in a world reshaped by Heroes, slowly forgetting what she used to be… and whether she even has the right to still call herself a “Saintess.” The arc was supposed to end with her realizing that you don’t stop being yourself just because the world stopped needing that version of you. The world I was building There was also meant to be a recurring “odd jobs” structure, where Elaine and Hermann gradually end up helping people from District Six. Those people weren’t just one-off characters they were going to return later as side characters, tied to different parts of the city’s social decay and modernization. ABUD and FIATS weren’t just serious factions either. They were also meant to have comedic layers: ABUD as disciplined “dogs of order” with a very dysfunctional internal culture, led by a captain who everyone treats like your annoying younger sibling. FIATS as scattered rebels who genuinely believe in their ideals, but constantly clash internally because nobody agrees on what “freedom” actually means. Sometimes they would be terrifying. Sometimes they would be absurd. Sometimes both at once. The Heroes The Heroes were not meant to be unified at all. They were split into different ideologies: Some longed for the old “isekai war” era. Some tried to act like divine chosen rulers of a modern world. Some simply wanted convenience and stability. Some were genuine reformers who pushed innovation (like Tier Spells, which were invented by the Third Hero). They weren’t a monolith. They were a fractured legacy that never stopped affecting the world. There was also supposed to be a flashback arc showing all ten Heroes fighting Hermann at his peak—and barely winning. Yes, Hermann was meant to be that kind of character. Hermann and Minerva Hermann himself had more depth planned too. He has a sister—Minerva. She wasn’t just a background detail. She was going to become a major force in demonkind, rallying them under an ideology she learned from a Hero: nationalism. She and Hermann don’t see eye to eye at all. In fact, they represent two completely d