"Hey Rull, your novel just got another 1-star rating. That's 20 people now who've rated it as the worst book."
Rull was sitting on the sofa watching people dance on his phone when he overheard what his friend said.
But the weird thing was, Rull actually started smiling.
"Hahahahaha... so that's the 20th person to read my stupid story."
His friend frowned, wondering why Rull was so happy about people trashing his work.
But since they're just guys, he didn't push for answers, especially since he hadn't even read the story himself.
While checking his phone, Rull looked like he couldn't stop laughing. His finger was sliding through something that seemed really funny to him.
His friend started to get curious and asked, "Hey, what are you looking at? You look like you're having so much fun. Why don't you share it with me?"
Rull waved his hand, signaling his friend to come over. His friend immediately got up and sat down next to him.
"Look at this motherfucker comment on my novel. He hates the cheating genre, the naive main character and he don't know that I wrote this story however I liked. I don't know why he's so angry."
His friend then read the comment:
F**k this author, I hope you die. Why did you have to make the heroine die and make the main character watch her get raped and killed right in front of him? This whole story is bullshit and a waste of time. I hope you die.
There was also another comment, but it was just a scam asking to contact them through Discord.
His friend shook his head, not knowing what to say.
"Why did you write a story like this? Don't you feel bad for the readers?"
Rull closed his phone, grabbed some chips from the table in front of them, and put his feet up while eating and watching TV.
"If you think he's the only one who's hurting, didn't you think about my feelings while writing this?"
His friend started to feel confused.
"Wait, didn't you write it yourself? You could have changed it."
Haissshhhh...
Rull gave a long sigh.
"You should try being a writer first. Then you'll know the difference between someone writing their own story and a story they write just because they need to survive."
"Orrrrrr...Wait, let me explain..."
Suddenly, he became serious. He put the container of chips back on the table and adjusted his posture to face his friend.
"Every writer has that one story that they don't see as a failure. They won't delete it even if people hate it, because that story was meant for themselves, not for the readers."
"Hmmmm..." His friend nodded as if he understood.
"Are you going to drop this story?"
"Yeah, probably... I don't have any ideas left to continue. His suffering up to that point is enough."
Out of nowhere, his friend asked a question that made him startle.
"If you were in the MC place..not as a reincarnation, and with no choice to change the world's story, just like in our world now..what would you do?"
Suddenly Rull started coughing while hitting his chest. His friend quickly grabbed the soda on the table and handed it to him.
He drank it down fast.
Glurp... Glurp... Ahhhhhhhhh, what a relief.
"Damn, why would you ask a question like that? I'd be dead if I entered my own story."
"Urhhhhhhh, that's creepy as hell."
After shivering in fear, he stretched his body and ran straight into his room.
But there was one thing he didn't see: his friend, from behind, was do a creepy smile as if something was wrong.
He quickly shut his bedroom door and, without realizing it, fell into a deep sleep.
Not long after, in about 2 hours, the door to his room suddenly made a sound as if it were being pushed open, and the dim light from the living room lit up his room a little bit.
There was a black shadow in the shape of a human in the middle of the light on the floor, as if someone were standing there.
The shadow slowly disappeared forward, heading further into the room.
Right now, exactly where Rull was sleeping, there was a figure of a person standing straight while staring at him, who was sleeping soundly.
Slowly, his hand moved towards him face.. He gently caressed it with the back of his hand.
But unexpectedly, his hand was suddenly pushed away by him and scratched his cheek before falling back into a deep sleep.
That action caused the human figure to be stunned and smile.
He suddenly took something out of his pants pocket that looked a bit shiny when hit by the light and was a bit long.
He fiddled with the thing with his hands, playing with it, and lifted it high as if he wanted to aim it at Rull who was sleeping..
He quickly stabbed Rull body and twisted it inside his body, suddenly he woke up and his hand tried to push away the thing that stabbed his body..
Rull screamed in pain before he took his last breath.
"Is that me that just got killed right now?"
Next to the killer, there was a Rull standing and watching the incident. He felt strange because, if he was not mistaken, he had just woken up 10 minutes ago after feeling thirsty and sweaty.
That person just left the room and Rull just saw himself covered in blood and was shocked and didn't know what to do..
Imagine being killed for no reason and yet he was standing next to the incident.. he started to get confused and startled.
Suddenly
A creature with a creepy face dressed in black entered the room..
The creature approached his body and there was a vortex on Rull's chest and it got stronger and stronger but didn't pull anything in the room..
But...!
He started to feel himself standing there being drawn little by little to the vortex and getting stronger..
"What the fuck.. just happen!" while he was being pulled hard..
He was pulled fast and sucked into the vortex, finally he completely vanished and the creature also continued to step out of the room