"Why won't you die already ?" The man said in annoyance. While looking at the human, or at least what was a human laying on the floor. The mass of flesh was breathing, or at least conscious enough to listen to the man's question.
It tried to open its mouth, limping, with its vocal cord begging it to stop. The lump of blood and flesh stuck in its shredded throat made it incredibly hard to even gasp for air.
It's currently laying on the dirty prison floor while shedding a staggering amount from its mangled flesh and intestines. It's not short of a miracle that it's still alive, somehow..
Once in a while, the body squirmed, trying to move the ruined muscles and tendons. Actually it looked quite comical without any of the limbs sticking to the body.
To most people who saw these scenes, they can only vomit and leave their sight on it. Why ? It's absolutely disgusting.
Although, the same can be said to the pitiful floor that was tinted with a sticky red colloid substance that would make stomach churn.
The man sneered in disgust, "Hmph. My patience is limited, don't try me. Tell me that object's location or I will expel your body to oblivion.
For a second, silence filled the blood-tainted metal room.
'Bang !' A 6.5 feet halberd stuck on the metal floor, leaving a large crater.
"Do you really think I won't kill you ? Or did you prefer being burned with the flame of nirvana for a few thousand years ? " The man exclaimed with unconcealed annoyance.
After taking a glance at the man in golden armor, the hunk of meat just around the dirty cell with all the strength it could muster.
Trembling, the piece of meat wiggled and an ethereal voice sounded in the dimly lit room. It said "Would I care ?". The sound was so soft, nearing silence, but it obviously didn't hinder the man from comprehending the message.
Yes… I don't need to care anymore. Without 'it' the universe was doomed to end either way, so why do I need to give the universe such useless 'hope'. Well, they obviously would blame me for this, but maybe being known as a villain for eternity won't be that bad. Yeah… I want every living being in this world to remember me, as the one who brought 'excitement' to the universe.
"You!"
Infuriated by the answer, the golden armored man lifted the halberd embedded to the ground and swung it ferociously with the intention to smash the wriggling flesh.
In just a moment, dust flew furiously around each corner of the room, along the sound of broken metals.
The man spared a glance at the massive crater on the ground, and let out a sneer before leaving.
Earth 20XX
"Hey, look over there, who is she ?", " Wow, is she a model ?" "Wow, she is prettier than my waifu !"
"Where, where, I wanna take a photograph."
"Damn, the renowned campus belle really comes to our computer department." "Campus belle ?"
" Campus belles are the 10 most beautiful girls in university. And that pretty girl is said to be the best in appearance, with only her lack of expressions as a minus. That's why her nickname is Ice Princess. "
…
The students start murmuring while taking photos of the young girl. Despite that, miraculously no one ever took a step within 5 meters of the girl, as if they were afraid of being bitten.
The girl only took a small glance at the students that circled her while trying to show her best pleasant expression. Although, her 'pleasant expression' seemed like the glare of an angry tigress that froze the gaze of the students.
Then one of the students shouted, "Move away, move away, make a path for the Ice Princess!"
Then, one after another, students started to slowly disperse and make a path for the girl. Where the girl walks through the crowd while unconsciously mesmerizing them with her cold beauty.
A few hours later, in front of the large private apartment room near the university. The girl pressed her apartment card and inserted her fingerprint on the device.
She went to her bedroom without changing her uniform and immediately slammed herself to the soft mattress without taking off her socks.
"Ahhh, I can't believe it. I actually went to the coding department." She sighed in excitement.
My name is Yashiro Yuki, a 1st-year university freshman. Since I was young, I have always had a difficult time expressing my emotions because of my moebius syndrome, a syndrome where one can't make facial expressions.
Unfortunately, that syndrome tragically affects my social skills, which made me an absolute introvert.
Despite my introverted personality, I have to say that I'm pretty good-looking. Probably that's the reason why people nicknamed me the 'Ice Princess'.
"Ice Princess, Ice Princess, I don't even know if I should laugh or cry from this cringe nickname," Yuki blushed. Then, Yuki noticed the time on her phone, which showed 18:00. "Ah, it's already this late. I don't want to be too late for dinner."
Just a while later, Yuki took a bath and ordered some food on her delivery app.
While waiting for her food, she swiftly went to her PC and opened her writing app. There, she tapped on a file with the name plot progression.
"Hmm, it's been almost half a year since I wrote this. I think it should be about time to arrange the plots to become an actual novel." Yuki pondered.
As Yuki said, it's been almost 6 months since Yuki wrote plots for her novel. Because of her introverted personality, she mostly spent her time on reading, watching anime, and playing games like an otaku rather than socializing. But, after a few years of reading novels and light novels, Yuki felt that none of the action fantasy novels she found could satisfy her.
Thus, leading her to an idea. 'If there are no novels that perfectly fit my preferences, then I should make one myself. She thought to herself.
Though, after a few tries, reality hit her hard. Writing a novel is a lot harder than Yuki expected. From creating characters, world building, and complicated plots, writing a good novel is almost impossible for a novice like her.
At that time, she finally understood the gut wrenching agony the authors must have felt when oblivious readers spat hateful comments on their sweat, blood, and tears.
Unfortunately, Yuki is a really stubborn and arrogant person. "If other people could make good novels, then why can't I !"
Dozens of trials and errors later, she finally thought of an idea. If I can't immediately make a novel from scratch, then I should at least list down the important factors first ".
Then, Yuki has a new goal in her life. I will create the best main character, the best world-building, and the very very best plot development.
From then on, Yuki starts to fervently gather interesting ideas from various novels and transform them into various plots to suit her future novel.
After 6 months of hard work, she finally finished her character design, basic world-building, and hundreds of plots. " This should be enough right ? "
…
Back to the present, Yuki excitedly starts typing the prologue of her novel. Armed with hundreds of interesting plots and a burning spirit, Yuki thought that even heaven couldn't stop her from writing her novel. "Fail me once; shame on you. Fail me twice, shame on me!"
After 2 hours of sweet writing and scrambling on the table with a cold, untouched dinner, she finally did it.
I wish.
Even after all that time, Yuki can't even finish her prologue. Yuki ridiculed herself so badly this time. "Shame on me, I guess." Then she lay down on her bed and curled into a ball, "I gave up."
In Yuki's mind, "WHY THE FCK Can't I make a proper novel? Are those 6 months of hard work a dream ? Oh yes, Miss, it's all a dream; me not being able to make a 200-word prologue is a dream. BULLSH!T, do you think I'm 3 years old? Well yeah, maybe I am. I'm just an arrogant and spoiled little girl after all. It's all fking..."
While Yuki was in self-denial, the sound of knocking sounded from the door. "What is it…Someone at the door ?" Yuki blankly walked down from her bed and went to the door. She looked at the visitor from the monitoring device. There is a young delivery guy holding a bundle of roses, smiling warmly to the CCTV outside.
"Oh, it's delivery. Roses ? Is it from one of those creepy fanboys, yuck. Well, maybe he got the wrong address ? I guess I must ask the delivery guy." Yuki opened the door without taking a step outside and asked the delivery man, " Who is it for ?"
Without saying a word, the delivery guy swiftly shortened the distance between him and Yuki and stabbed her heart with a knife hidden within the bundle of roses. "What…why ?" Yuki asked. But the man just stayed silent while pushing the knife deeper into her chest.
Along with the scattering of rose petals, Yuki's vision starts to blur into darkness.