Inside a dark room, sitting before a computer screen, a man was holding a chilled beer in his hand.
His hand was running on the keyboard of his computer, about to finish a significant milestone of his life, but alas, no one will acknowledge that.
"And done." He finally said after a long pause and gulped down the beer.
After 3 years of working on his novel, posting chapters daily, he finally completed his novel with more than 900 chapters.
It was a great achievement for him, but there remained one problem.
He did not have any readers at all, just 1.
Looking at the screen before him, he sighed.
"3 long years and I have no one to celebrate with him."
He had no one with him as a friend, nor even readers who appreciated his works. There was just one, but that was not enough for him.
Completely frustrated, he decided on a drastic measure to end his novel. If he had gone the other way, he might have gone for another 100 or so chapters, but he gave it a sudden end.
His action did have an effect on him too; he also felt bad that he had just ruined his work of 3 years. He can still change it now, yet...
"Like that will change anything. Ahh~ fuck. Why couldn't I reach the level of other authors? Sigh~ should I do it?"
He was still questioning himself; a part of him did not wish to go with that, but the other one was speaking something else. He had gone a very long time without seeing any progress in his novel.
His thoughts raced for a few more seconds before he clicked the submit button.
The chapter was uploaded, marking the end of the novel.
"This sucks."
Years have gone for nothing. All that hard work and here he is, still a loser.
Suddenly, he thought of the only reader he had.
"Maybe I should at least post an apology to him. He was the only one who stayed with me till the end."
But before he could do anything, he felt as if he was getting sucked away.
And the next moment he opened his eyes, he was not in his dark and gloomy room but instead was inside a bright one, his body lying on a huge bed as he faced the white ceiling plated with golden embroidery.
It was clear that this wasn't his room.
Before he could make sense of anything, a sharp pain rang in his head.
The memories that he had never seen filled his mind. They did not belong to him, nor did they belong to the world he was from.
They were from the world of magic and swords. Strangely enough, they felt as if he knew them from somewhere, kind of similar to the world he had written for years.
And among the memories, he remembered a name... Noah Von Asthor.
A villain in his story who had the most tragic end. Not only was he defeated by the protagonist, but he ended up losing everything to him, including his sister and even his fiancée, oh and also his aunt.
"Oh, hello, no?"
When the realisation hit him, he couldn't help but yell it out.
A lot of questions popped up inside his head; he knew the answer to a few, but many still had nothing.
"Why?" He asked himself, but there was no answer.
'Have I really been transmigrated?'
As an author himself, he knew of such plots but experiencing it first hand was not something he had expected and definitely not in his own novel.
'Out of everyone, why him?'
This was one more thing. Noah did not have a good reputation in his name. He was infamous throughout the kingdom as the biggest troublemaker.
But more than everything, even than his transmigration, he was worried about something else.
[I am disappointed, author.]
Out of nowhere, he heard a voice inside his head.
[After investing so long in your work, you gave me such an end?]
[How could you do this to your reader who believed in your story more than you?]
It was a rant, and from the way he spoke, it was clear that this was none other than his only reader.
He immediately understood that this was the person who had transmigrated him inside his novel. But he still decided to ask to confirm.
"Are you the one who sent me here?"
[Yes, I am, author.]
Ash was angry, but he calmed himself down for now. If he can just take him out of his room and send him inside his own novel, then it must be that he is someone strong.
Still, it was hard for him to imagine that such a thing was real.
"Then send me back. I will change the ending and write a different one."
This was the most normal thing he could do, and it was a fine offer for both of them.
[No can do.]
"What?"
[I can't do it.]
"What the fuck do you mean by you can't? You want me to spend my life here and die?"
He finally crashed out.
And how could he not? First, he was taken here without his permission and now that he says he wants to change his mistake, he wasn't allowed?
What the fuck?
[Calm down, author. Once you are here, you cannot go back.]
"The fuck you mean by that, bitch? I don't wanna die here."
Now, he did not even care if the person before him was some powerful being or even a god.
If this was really the world he wrote, not some kind of similar one, then one thing was for certain.
He was screwed.
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