"Should I really do this?"
I wondered inside my room, my fingers fidgeting on my keyboard as I was about to write the final arc of my story.
"No one is going to like this kind of ending."
And that was true, no reader will like a story where everyone is killed at the end, right?
"Ahhh, fuck it. I just want to complete it, nor that it matters as I only have one reader."
I have been writing this story for about 3 years now, more than 900 chapters, countless hours and it is finally about to end now.
My fingers moved on my keyboard, and each word that I wrote brought me back to the moment when I had initially started this novel.
As the doom fell down on them, and they got killed one after another, I felt hollow inside me.
These were the characters that I created myself after all, and after all that... I am giving them this ending? It does feel bad.
And with the last line.
[The inevitable doom finally came and took everything, and now only nothingness remained in the endless void, marking the end of the story.]
After I finished the chapter, I did not upload it just yet.
I reached out to the can of chilled beer beside my laptop, and the condensed water on the can numbed my hand for a while.
So this finally ends, huh?
I won't say I wrote a masterpiece after this, but even before this, it was still decent, right?
Maybe I should have just quit in between when it started to lose viewership. Crazy me for writing this without a single cent of income.
Maybe I should just put an apology at the end for him, he was the only reader who stuck with me till the end anyway.
And I did just that, and clicked on the upload.
Finally, I picked the can up and took a sip of it.
It indeed was a long journey for me.
Ding~
I leaned back on my chair, adjusting my back a bit when I heard a notification on my laptop.
It was a comment that I received on my last chapter.
How the hell did he even finish a chapter so fast? It takes me hours to write one and they read in a few seconds?
A bit curious and... a little nervous, I opened the comment.
It was from someone named "Wet Oni-chan".
The fuck kind of name is this?
I thought at first, but then he was probably my only reader, so I decided to read his comm-
[Damn, with you, author. I stuck with you and this novel for years, and this is the ending I get? I believed you would give them all a good end, but instead of that, you killed them all?
I am disappointed.
I already hated when you killed so many waifus but I can't take it anymore.]
Damn, he seems really angry.
But I did not think too much of it, I mean, there is nothing an unknown reader can do to a flop and an unknown author, right? Right?
That was what I thought too, but...
What the heck?!!!
I looked at the white ceiling with gold embroidery at the top of me as I lay on the big white bed at the centre of the room that was bigger than my entire house.
One thing was clear, this was not my room, nor was I in any dream. No dream is this clear.
And it did not take me much to realise what had happened with me as the memories of the previous owner of this body entered my brain.
"No..."
I blurted out after finding out the previous owner of this body. But more than that, after realising what had just happened to me.
"Why? Why am I here? Inside my own novel?"
Right, I transmigrated inside my own novel, inside the world that I had destroyed just now.
I became a character of my own world, as the infamous villain of my story who had such a tragic end that I felt bad for him.
I became Evan Von Asthor.
The son of the Duchess, who was so spoiled that he did whatever he wished until he met the main character of this world and had his everything taken from him.
His power, his wealth, his influence and even his woman.
And at the end, he had nothing left and died tragically inside a dimensional rift.
When I was wondering if I had been tucked by fate itself, I heard something,
Ding~
[Congratulations, author for transmigrating inside your own world.]
[Do you like this gift from your dear reader?]
What? It was from you?
I heard a mechanical voice inside my head, proclaiming itself as my reader. So the frustrated reader was he?
[Correct, it was me.]
[You should not have made such an ending, author.]
[Do you know what it feels like to us readers when we eagerly wait for a chapter to be released and the author just dumps all of our expectations just because he does not feel like writing anymore?]
[I cannot have that, never.]
[I really like you, author and your story too, so I am giving you a chance. Change the fate of your story, no matter what.]
[I want you to give each and every heroine a good ending and also to save this world.]
That's impossible and you know it too. If this world is really my world, then the ending cannot be changed no matter what.
[That is why I brought you into this world. This is your world as you proclaim it to be, so you are the only one who can do it.]
[And don't worry, I won't make it unfair for you. I am going to give you another gift to help you. But remember, if you fail to reach the good ending this time, then I will kill you.]
That means I will die anyway.
Fuck... for some reason, I feel like laughing right now.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
I am doomed.