Hmm, I am lost...
Let's see.
Nope. Not worth it. Next,
Nah...boring,
This one is just so so.
DAMN it!, why can't I get any more ideas? Why? Oh just why? Oh well, I guess I should just give up. Yeah. Let's just do that. Being an author is just a struggle in this life I guess. Not that I am complaining. I actually liked this kinda stuff. Being the god like being, deciding on my world's fate, the . But now, just... waste.
Oh god! I am entering a monologue again. Oh well. Not like anyone can hear me I guess.
So, lets start with some self desecration. Or whatever that word is.
I am, as I think at least, an author. I write novels, specifically, webnovels. Or to some extent. Shit... atleast according to my readers. Which, Though not bad at first, and honestly, i liked the critics. But, now. I can just feel malice from those people, or rather. Male cats, if you get what I mean. Now these... I have started to just hate.
And therefore, have decided to just stop.
But then it struck me.
I just don't care. I just wrote because I liked it. To hell with those so called readers. I will do whatever the heck I want.
Now. Let's think.
My earlier novels.
Though not completely best seller or generational sentiment gathering.
They were. Though I hate to admit. Mid at best.
Which, I think I found out why. I think, that the novels and everything about them. Was too complex for those turd goblins. I think, though not being rude. They have the most basic of any mammalian brains. Like having just the anatomy of a homunculus and a thinking capacity of a jellyfish. I really couldn't grasp how they, The literal zenith in terms of unadulterated stupidity have the right to judge my work.
So now, I think I, as the author.
Must step down.
But I still hold on I guess. Haha. This condition of mine Must be laughable to those so called readers...
I create, they judge, I improved, they criticized, I tried something new, they hated me for it.
My life... therefore, is hopeless. My talents wasted in entertaining streams jellyfish neurons.
Oh shit! I got deep into the monologue I guess, damn, I didn't think I would have this much malice towards my fellow homo sapiens. Really though. I am out of ideas. I need something, anything.
Well, let's just go and clean up my room first. I also have to study for my exams.
But first. Let's take a shower. This body doesn't exactly smell angelic... more like spoilt dreams.
I guess I should make move now. Enough of my self talk.
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[DING!]
[DETECTION OF *=#^#*@(!]
[EROOR!]
[FIXING]
[MULTIPLE REALITIES FOR *=#^#*@(! PRESENT ]
[ DETECTED THAT *=#^#*@(! HAS AUTHOR AS A PROFESSION]
[Stabilizing...]
Stabilizing...].
[BONDING ERROR!!]
[*#^#*@(! has already given up the profession of Author]...
[Error]
[Error]
[Error]
[Alternating to different path]
[NO ALTERNATIVE FOUND!]
[Forcing system bonding]
[DETECTION OF AUTHOR'S AUTHORITY IS AT THE MINIMAL]
[ USING *#^#*@(! AS THE ANCHOR INSTEAD]
[ DETECTION OF MULTIPLE OTHER PRESENCES WATCHING THE HOST!]
[ATTEMPTING COMMUNICATION]
[LOSING SYSTEM AUTHORITY]
[ Stabilizing]
[ Stabilizing...]
[ Stabilizing...]
[ Stabilizing..]
[ CONNECTION ESTABLISHED!]
[CHANGING DIALECT]
[sup guys, this your boy the #%÷&@ system. oh, don't worry fam. It's just that the connection with y'all higher beings cost me some of mine existence ya see?. Anyways, I got a teeny tiny request. Help my host. He gave up on being the author it seems.]
[FINALIZING REQUEST ].
[ so, guys. Lemme tell you how you can help, simple. You guys seem to be able to read this particular slice in time and space while also doing your deeds. And it seems my host has lost motivation. The drive to do something new. And because of that. I couldn't bond with him properly.]
[Now, because of this, he can't see, hear or feel my existence. But you guys, you are different. The real readers. Yes i am talking to whoever is reading this. Yes, this is not a dream anymore. You guys finally have your very own system. Though. There is a slight problem. I seem to have lost a part of my existence. Or rather. It was torn apart. And landed with each one of you higher beings. Meaning you all are partial hosts now. Congratulations. ]
[Now. The helping part, i only need you guys to provide me with ideas for a story. A new one. A unique one.
I can then you *#^#*@(! As a base and make new worlds. Yes, you read that right. Create worlds.]
[ it is simple. The host makes a template of something and you guys, the readers, suggest parts, add new elements. And then I, the #%÷&@ system, make that into reality in some part of the world.]
[ considering that this is a new thing for me too. There would be some restrictions. But oh well, I guess we will figure it out.]
[ now though, I have no ideas as my host here has given up on being an author himself.]
[ As for communication. The 'comment' thing seems to be viable. And we can add more things along the way. ]
[ now, the limits,the things, or ideas that can be added are strictly world bound. Meaning, you can't add elements that are literally unsuitable for the setting. Which, as I level up, change. ]
[ the first thing that I did for this is make this whole time frame into a chapter and therefore you guys can read this.]
[ as i level up. I might even have the authority to do some absurd stuff. That all later.]
[ now. First step, I need ideas on how I should convince the author on writing again.]
[FINISHING REPORT...]
[SLICING REALITIES...]
[LOADING...]
[TRANSLATING DATA...]
[ TRANSFER SUCCESSFULLY COMMENCED.]
[ AWAITING COMMENTS...]
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[( ・_・)]
[Waiting...]
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