[HEAVENLY PALACE {@#:$%}]
The heavenly palace was the center of heaven; only the golden grains of heaven could set foot in it, like the gods.
But there was an exception, a god above all others, a handsome, lean, muscular, sexy... (please stop)...
That god was named "The WRITER," A god like no other, having the ability to rewrite the entire multiverse. A god who could see the future... but could never return to his past.
But now instead of looking at a mirror the co(cky)... handsome bast(ard)... great guy, had a visitor.
And right now at the heavenly palace, only two beings were there, the Writer, an awesomely amazing guy, with a smile that could light up a room, (a self-proclaimed amazing guy, that just like the touch of tit's,)
And right in front of him was a man with a white hood, and his face was covered in darkness, his face was full of prevenance, looking at his majesty, (ok no no no) His face was covered by the darkness and only his glowing eyes can be seen,
"Pfft," The writer chuckled,
'So you ain't describing his face, I mean you could just say that his skin was as flawless as jade,'
However, the hooded man looked at him worriedly,
'Is his majesty going full crazy again? Well, I can't say what I need if his like this... Maybe another day.'
The hooded man got up and said, "I'm sorry you're Majesty, however, I just remember that I have to do something, so sorry for wasting you're time."
The writer narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Wait... is it about that delulu programmer?" The writer said, and the hooded man nodded, still standing up.
"Yes, there has been a complication," the hooded man said while looking away.
The writer sat up straight and sighed, "Well, truck-kun... what's the problem?"
And just as the hooded man AKA Truk-kun was about to open his mouth, the Ru(de Bastard), handsome of all rulers, cut him off.
"Oh, so that seems to be the problem... I feel deja vu. Why not the wheel solution," The Writer said, and again, when Truck-kun was about to talk, he got cut off.
"Oh, so that's why... well, just do whatever you can... I have a plan for him..." The writer said, and truck-kun left.
But within his throne, the writer think, it feels like a deja vu. The writer had never known his past, as when he regained his consciousness, he had already been the writer.
But it always felt like he was losing something, and even he couldn't rewrite what was missing, but it felt like what he was planning for the young boy... it felt like deja vu.
But for now, he just has to wait. (HEHA Suck it Bitch)
The Writer gained a tick mark as he put the next transition.
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[Hakuroba Apartments {05:17}]
(⬆️this is not a real world place... not inspired by any real world place, just came up with it while writing)
Standing at his apartment door was Kuro, still in his school uniform, he was searching for a key in his bag.
After some seconds, he found it, and he opened the door to find a clean living space.
The apartment was decent, only having four rooms: one for the living room, one for the kitchen connected to a bathroom, and the last one was the bedroom.
The laundry was done downstairs, and it was 150 yen a wash.
Kuro got to the kitchen and unpacked the thing he bought there. When he was done, he took his bag and put it atop a sofa.
He then walked to his bedroom and changed clothes. When he was done, he got to his kitchen and looked at his refrigerator.
Looking in it, he saw something, but he quickly grabbed two eggs. Closing the refrigerator, he placed the eggs on the counter, as he got down to open a cabinet and took out a pan.
He then got some oil and preheated the pan. After some time, he cracked the eggs and cooked a sunny side up.
Kuro took out a plate and opened his rice cooker to see rice, he out some on his plate and, took the egg of the pan and put it in his plate.
Then taking out a kettle and put it on the stove and turned 0n the stove. He then started eating his meal.
After some time he heard his phone ring.
Standing he got to his bag and took out his phone, he saw that it was the current agency he was working for.
answering it he put it close to his ear,
"Hello Kuroba speaking," Kuro said and on the other side of the call he heard a sigh.
"Heh... Kuro hi hello... umm. There has been a decision made by the office atop," The guy on the other side said.
"what is it sir," Kuro said.
"Well... they decided to drop you," the guy said, and Kuro froze his eyes trembling, "Wha, Why sir, could they don't do that,"
"I'm sorry Kuro but they can't take that you only work, a quarter of the day... they said if you drop school, the agency would take you back," the guy said, and Kuro sighed.
"I... I'll think about it," Kuro said, and when he was about to hang up the guy talked again.
"but it's not all bad thought, the company will send you 80% of you're last job, and if you're done just send it back well have someone else test it, and the 20% will be send right away," the guy said and he hang up.
Kuro had a notification from his buy-friend, 7,191,500.00 yen. Kuro sighed.
"again going to be job hunting... man why do i make promises that will put my life in hell... however it is a promise," Kuro said, remembering what he had promise to his mom when they were at the airport.
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At the dead of night, Kuro was still awake and as if posed by a ghost he was typing at speed that could compete with the best of he best, having 58 WPM.
That was why the agency tolerated his work, his work is fast, but it could be faster, after all it's better when you get money faster.
Pressing enter, Kuro slowed down and stopped his typing, he then took a tumbler and opened it, he drunk the last cold coffee inside and with the last drop of coffee, it was empty.
Kuro smiled and he closed it and opened a cabinet that was filled with other tumbles and ice, "good think i have like four left," Kuro said he then took out one other and he opened it.
And what came out was the smell of cold coffee, he drunk some and closed it, and he put it on his table.
Then he got back to typing instantly his speed improved, now being 62 WPM, and outside his window was Truck-Kun,
Being slacked jaw while watching how fast Kuro was typing.
'didn't know that humans have the metabolism to consume that much coffee in hours and not die, maybe that's why he has this reaction speeds.'
Truck-Kun thought he then grabbed a gun from his bag, it was a hand gun that has some strange patterns on it.
"Well here it goes," Truck-Kun muttered as he aimed the gun at Kuro who was reaching for his tumbler while still typing.
And without a sound the gun fired, and the recoil had Truck-Kun falling from the third floor.
But what he did not saw was the bullet, being only made up of Zero and Ones it travelled at a plank time and When it hit Kuro the guy was creating a new world with some thought of testing the mod pack, and when at a 100% the bullet hit.
And just like that the lifeless husk of Kuro drop dead, later on being identified as dying by overdose from coffee.
But what really happened was the bullet had teleported the soul with the best body that suited him, and could survive where he was going, and it seems like, the avatar in the game disappeared.
The Mod that was downloaded in the game was to make it more realistic that's why the pay was good. It even does somethings to the player character.
The player have only three skins, a guy default, and girl default, and the special one for Kuro, a character that was his own creation, his first time in modeling.
And now that avatar on his world was gone, and so is his soul.
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What did happen to Kuro.
Is Kuro still alive? If not where is his soul.
Where did the avatar end up in,
Find all that in the next chapter, of the Delusional Programmer.
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Hello Ozzy here sorry for the wait but if say that I'm only going to be uploading 2 times a week.
I'm new to all this, and here is 1500+ words chapter.
can someone help i need a face for our mc anyone, like what do the mc look like, if not decided i'll just make him look like Kenich from genshin Impact, because guess who got him this writer aha.