Tap. Tap.
Sigh.
"There is no new Webnovel worth reading."
I looked at the screen infront, every single novel is either system, smut, R-18.
"Lets try another fruitless endeavor"
I knew beside those masterpieces, i have been following for long time. Most webnovel articles are merely brain rot or just overpowered.
Despite having such prejudice, i knew deep down. There were few underrated series, that many ignore.
Scroll.
I kept scrolling and checking for new novels.
"Nah, not this one"
"This one either."
"Baah, what the fu*k was that?!!"
I am fed with this bullshit site. Not a single decent novel. How low has this former amazing platform fallen?
Shiver!
Just thinking about the novels i recently checked cause my skin to crawl.
Baam.
Laying down on my comfy bed, I started another round searching for the perfect novel.
Scroll
[NTR : I Clucked my Father]
I shake my head, reading the title. No, this one is doomed. I point my finger to exit the page but my curiousity got better of me.
"Lets read few chapter, maybe it's a hidden gem."
*Few minutes later
I turned of my screen, nodding my head.
"Yup, a hidden gem, Indeed…"
"For the weirdos, who fantasize incest."
Just thinking about first few chapters made my stomach churn. Damn, its better for me to stay away from such fictions.
I am literally amazed by these legendary authors who have such explicit imagniation. Surely, they must be father of all erotic literature…right?
I stand up, looking outside the window.
The clear blue sky with ray of sunlight entering my room felt refreshing like start of something new.
I opened my phone, and looked at time.
::10 AM
Throwing my phone aside on the bed, I stretch my arms. It's almost afternoon, huh?
Clack.
Bang.
"Taking bath every morning is a way to go."
Standing naked infront of mirror, I check my body. My gaze froze at a certain place.
"Damn! Lump of fat."
I didn't realize, that i had already accumulated belly fat. Even though, i am just a single man. Sitting all day does wonder to your body.
After drying and changing my clothes. I sit down on my wodden chair.
"Ugh…so uncomfortable. I should have bought a proper chair"
Ouch!
Again, My stingy habit strikes back.
Shaking off my unecessary thoughts.
I start my work. Its quite simple, to be exact responding to costumer, and giving feedback to company. A marvelous job, indeed.
Yes, its a costumer service job.
Everytime, i take a five minutes break. I scroll webnovel hoping for the best.
Truthfully, there are countless literature that i can read which are better. But, after spending multiple weeks pondering. I understood that i seem to have soft-spot for webnovels.
Is it preference?… or Just pure addiction from reading on this platform for almost a decade.
I am getting tired of this monotonous lifestyle. Waking, eating, working, reading, sleeping. Repeating the same thing over and over again.
I think i should pick up some sports. It will be better if i can pull by self back to shape.
Football? Nah. Badminton, i can try.
"For now, walking is better."
I put my shoes on. And leave my room.
Looking at narrow road, infront of my home. I frown.
"Really…"
Seriously, this road and tightly packed buildings in the surrounding make this place no worse than slum.
"Forget it."
I start to jog lightly, following the path i usually tread.
***
"Huff…. Huff"
Placing my hand on my knees to support my entire body from collapsing is really worst.
Just when i was wearing changing into my pajamas.
Ding! Dong!
The alarm bell changed my mood for the worst. I storm to the door with irritation.
Open.
I asked with a fake smile. Too easy to see through if you are acute
"Yes…How may i help you?"
If there is one thing society had taught me. That is smiling, to hide ones discomfort, to act like you are pleased in their presence.
Now, back to the present. I look at the person before me with shinning head.
"Its been a while. Since, we last talked right my nephew." He said with a apologetic smile.
My mouth twitched, i pretended curling by lips leaving an arc.
'How funny? Have you spent all the saving i gave you on gambling again.'
"Yes…you are correct, uncle. Please come in. Have a tea"
Inviting such a trash in my humble abode makes my mood drop even further.
Heading to the kitchen. I start boiling the water, putting sugar, and a tea bag.
Everytime, such situation arises my blood pressure rises to unprecendent level.
Fu*k, Seriously. What kind of culture this motherfu*king ancestors invented to even invite someone who extort you in the name of relation?
Can't they just leave me be? I am just a poor guy doing a part time job.
That man sat on my bed like his own home. I smiled bitterly.
***
"Uncle, Tea." I pass him tea as he takes a sip and comments.
"Too sweet. Didn't you take a Batista course?…you are really bad at brewing."
Veins popped on my foreheard, gritting my teeth. I nodded quickly.
"Yes…you are correct. I will improve."
"Umm…about the money."
Uncle finally entered the topic that interested me.
"Yes, when will you return the amount i lend you?"
Instead of reply, this baldy asked back.
"What do you think if i return it within next month?"
Standing up, he patted my shoulder.
"You know. I'm in financial crisis right now. You can help me right?!
He spread his palm,"Only this much amount."
I asked "50 USD"
He corrected, "No, Five hundred. "
What? Five hundred…Does this baldy even know how much is that amount? I can easily live a decent life in the city for a month . And, he is mentioning lightly like its nothing.
Then, the thing he said made me nearly lose my mind.
"It's really not that much. Remember, How many times i helped you when your parents were around."
Now, resorting to emotional blackmail too.
Yep. This baldy is dead. No motherf*ker can save him. I cannot tolerate a single word any further.
I opened my mouth speaking loudly "Yeah…Right?….Can we continue our talk in morning? I am tired from all the work."
The baldy tried to continue, but i cut him off.
"Please. I am exhausted. I have no energy to spare."
The baldy nodded. "Alright, morning"
***
Sigh.
Slumping on my bed. I released a breath of relief. Honestly, avoiding further communication today, was propably for the best.
I opened my phone, and look at the chat groups. Silent, and desolate.
The same thing happened with my highschool friends after graduate, and it's same with college too.
After entering life, all the previous connections are lost like scattered dust. Regaining them is quite simple but meaningless cause it will never remain the same.
"Hehe…."
"You are the only thing that will remain with me forever."
Yes. Its novels, and literatures. No matter how many people leave me but this. It always give me joy.
It helps me escape this unbearably painful reality where beside your mother, father, and few closed ones. All others will calculate your value, and your usefulness for their greater benefit.
"Yes! New chapters has been released."
I look at the novel [Chronicles of Void]. In recent years, this is probably one of the best novel i have been following.
I click at the chapter 999. Srolling, through the page.
****
"Seriously, this is it. Is this story really over?"
The end was really a*s. Main protagonist dead crushed by final boss. It could hardly be called battle-not even close.
I scroll down the comment section, checking the comments.
[Monster 666]: Author, is this really the final draft of the series? If so, it's really underwhelming.
I couldn't help but nod at this comment.
[Scribe_of heaven] : This God orders you mortal, to repost the final chapter. Ahem! If possible, forget about the ending and continue expanding.
[I can defeat anyone with a punch] : Tsk. Tsk. Such a weak protagonist. Should i break through the wall between fiction and reality to save Austin? Like this post, if you do it this invincible supreme will help you.
[Asap Flash] : It seem my milk was not enough for Austin to surpass the wall. Wait a moment. I will be producing more.
[Demon Immortal] : Fellow Demon Cultivator, I am sure you can revive him. Push! Push!
"Pfft. Hahahaha."
Seriously, this types of comments are hilarious. Comments are one of the reasons i read webnovels.
Opening my keyboard interface, and I started typing.
[The_One who eats Isekai] : Damn author, couldn't you atleast make an open world ending with death of Protagonist. Did you need to destroy the entirety of the world itself? *Middle Finger
The novel was so goated in mid - late volumes that i read in ten times over, but conclusion was so mid that it is infuriating.
As for my username, haha. It's little embarrassing. Anyway most of the fantasy novels are otherworldy. So there is nothing wrong in calling it isekai.
'It's already 11 pm. I need to sleep'
That day….
I didn't realize, this would be my last sleep in this world. My tiny and peaceful world that protected me from outside harm would be shattered forever.