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Chapter 3 - The Eccentric Couple.

Harem 3

 

SLAM!!!

The impact sends me tumbling, though it shouldn't happen since I'm not solid. I bump into something very solid, though most of the impact is absorbed by the bulky sleek hair on my head.

Sleek? I have ragged hair, the sort that accompanied geniuses and lunatics. Or rather I had.

I rise to my feet scowling. A gentle breeze caresses me, sweeping something warm in my groin. I don't even need to look down.

'So my assumptions about meeting a pedophile geezer is right then,' I try not to panic, but my breath quickens and my hands wrap around my butt 'Why else would I appear naked here?!'

Someone clears his throat. I glance up and immediately a new worry sweeps my fear away.

A god stands before me.

He's naked too, though his groin is empty. Just a sinewy patch there.

'Perhaps, he likes being on the receiving end?' I think bewildered, before slapping a hand to my face in embarrassment. 'What kind of thoughts am I having now? Is this some side effect of his power or something…?'

If his aura has some kind of aphrodisiac effect, then that would explain why my eyes were immediately drawn to his groin.

There're some things you can't fight…unless you have some bloodline override or some decent plot armor.

That being said, there's no way I'd ever turn gay. Even if God turns one too and chases after me.

Well…that's a bit farfetched, but you get the point.

His skin glows lightly, arms lean and slender. His muscles perfectly accentuate his slimness and–

My courage die immediately I see his expression and head. He's bald, but I don't laugh. His face wears a wrinkled expression, lips parted. His scary pupil less eyes meet mine, devoid of any shred of warmth or mercy or goodwill. His nostrils quiver as I watch, an angry bust of steam gushing from them.

I open my mouth, unsure of what to say. Next thing I know, words tumble out.

"Err, I love the shape of your head…I mean, it's nice and all that…I've always wanted to be bald…"

"I know you don't", the god's angry expression wipes clear in an instant, and he gestures me to a seat. "Nice use of sarcasm though," he adds, voice edged with amusement and I shudder involuntarily. "Have a seat, I don't have all day."

His voice is nothing like the one I heard before; calm, monotone and very ungodlike.

He settles into a swivel chair, looking beneath it to examine its wheels and design. I can hear him mumble stuffs like "fascinating technology" and "pity they can't create cultivation…guess I'll have to wait another million years…"

I'm about to settle down, but I suddenly realize something. This is the Board of Directors' Room back at my workplace; I've been here once. I sit down, clasping hands to hide that nervous twitch of fingers.

On the projection screen, I can see that book cover again, Navigating through my fantasy World, glaring back at me.

"I'm Kamirn, and I'm a god," he declares with the air of someone stating a profound fact. He glances at me, waiting for me to follow the script; swoon in adoration and fear maybe.

"Yeah…with your glowing skin and body contours, who'd have guessed that?" I ask rhetorically, but he's already speaking again.

"I'm one of the few gods, who value literal appreciation and strive to uphold them–"

"What's your aspect?" it took me all the willpower I could summon to ask this question. However, my voice breaks, but Kamirn seems not to notice.

Kamirn looked put out, but his smug smile returned ever so lightly, "You could say I'm the god of novels," he announced again, a triumphant ring laced in his voice.

Boring, but I don't say it out. Authors don't need gods, they create them.

In the literal sense perhaps.

"So," I look expectantly at him, despite knowing what to expect; sometimes you've got to hope against hope. "Why am I here?"

Kamirn's jovial smile vanished faster than a water droplet tossed on the sun. "It's about this," he turned to the projecting screen, and then glances at me, voice colder, expression colder.

I knew it.

"The author of this book was a struggling varsity student who just wanted a side hustle to support his aging parents and younger siblings. Yet, you kept on thwarting his dreams, with each rejection. What's more, you don't even give a reason for that…only once did you type "Unreasonable".

I've been observing this maltreatment for so long that I've decided to take action. For fuck's sake, he's already at a thousand and nine hundred chapters, because he still trusts that his efforts would work out. No uncontracted author has ever crossed a hundred, and this is how you treat a perseverant one?!"

Kamirn draws breath, and look at me, his eyebrows arching at my nonchalant expression.

I've been listening all through, expression rapt, but unmoved within. I let out a dramatic sigh, choosing my words carefully. If he's that god, I can't afford making him go ballistic.

"He can still apply though, I'm dead now so I can't reject them any longer," I retort, restraining myself from barking at this unreasonable god. He called the number of chapters to drive home his point, but what kind of books could have less than a hundred thousand views with almost two thousand chapters?

Kamirn looks at me quietly. I return his gaze a bit surprised on how fast he's calmed down. Then I realize, his eyes are watering.

This guy shouldn't call himself a god…he's more human than I am.

"The author chucked himself on a building headlong when he saw the last rejection…I think he'd–"

"Good, then reincarnate him into his own novel, I think he'd appreciate that much better than I will," I cut in roughly, my voice growing into a shout. I rise in anger throwing both hands into the air with theatrical flair, the chair behind me falling to the floor with a loud Clang.

Kamirn looks at me strangely for a while. Then, with a twist of horror, I watch his lips curl into an evil grin. He begins to laugh, his shoulders shaking. It's sound ring across the room and beyond, stirring a strange feeling of alarm and despair.

Kamirn is a god, I remind myself.

Then he stopped suddenly, the very silence cutting into my thoughts like a samurai's blade, heavier than his voice back then even. I shudder for no other reason than trying to gauge why he looked at me like that.

"And that," Kamirn whispers slowly, his voice a purr grazing the fringes of my thoughts, edged with raw depravity, "is where you come in, friend."

Kamirn hasn't moved, but I can feel a cold presence creeping onto me. The air grow heavier, weighing down on me like intensified gravity. I can feel my bones straining to remain in place, cracking under the pressure of sheer power. I take a step back, glancing around for a door. There wasn't any.

"Navigating through fantasy words, has a MC who thrives in tragedy. His whole life events, from birth to his many deaths at point in the story, is heavily draped in tragedy, to which the author has prescribed no solutions."

Horror flood my eyes at this, alarm and fear lurking within. My arms and feet begin to twitch out of control just at the thought of it. "Who the hell would want to read such a novel?"

Kamirn shrugs, morbid amusement still lodged in his eyes, so unfitting to his casual gesture. "Social deviants may like them, but that's none of your business. So here's a few words…try not to rush into things, for over 70% of events in your life as MC are bound to be tragedies, but with proper planning, they can be escaped, but not forever.Also, I won't be tampering with any of the key characters...they've been designed already quite perfectly."

"Shouldn't I have a say in this first?" I plead, rubbing hands together, my pecker dangling down below due to my tremors. "I'm not a minor!"

A chuckle slips from Kamirn's lips, thin and sharp as a dagger's edge, his eyes glimmering with refusal. I wait apprehensively.

Then he stops, and begin curling his smooth beardless jaw with a hand. "Nice try, but I'm not human, so I don't follow your laws," he flashes a victorious smile with a wink, but I'm too distressed to even acknowledge that either. "But I'll let something else…maybe I'll give you a system and throw in a few bonus tragedies. Perhaps, conditions identical to a traditional claim of your world's Catholics about the afterlife. This could be your Purgatory…if then a Heaven and Hell should follow… " Kamirn mutters distractedly, voice a pitch away from a whisper.

Sweat bead all on all my skin surfaces, my body glistening like I've just been immersed in oil. My mouth drop open, muttering soundlessly. My knees buckle and my body slams into the ground, still twitching like I'd just survived electrocution.

I can't even think straight anymore.

"How about this then?" he snaps his fingers at me, a wicked smile playing across his lips. "Think of me as that God Almighty, which your family worships, then you can take this stint inside a fantasy world as Purgatory. If you make it through" – Kamirn's eyes glittered amusingly at this – "then, I'll grant you a Heaven, where your siblings love you…or maybe one where you and your adopted family live together all lifelong. That would be ideal, won't it?"

My mouth drop open, happiness and despair flashing through my mind, upsetting my mind with its uneven mixture. I'm enthralled by the offer, but Kamirn's conditional statement – "if you make it through…" – makes me shudder.

'He might be lying, but I don't think he's joking either. Is this my chance to a perfect life?' a glimmer of hope awakens within me as this thought surfaces.

Kamirn watches me, face laced with a twisted grin. He rises and throws his hands out, his upper body shaking in sadistic laughter. "I'm a mastermind," he declares smugly, head thrown backwards, eyes bulging at the ceiling.

Now, I'm sure of one thing. This guy's just a psychopath who somehow became a god.

'What difference does that make?' I nearly cry out but I hold it in. Actually, a system would be nice for a change. I won't lie; I've actually wanted one, but not in this circumstances.

"I've always wanted to control a fatalist chessboard!" Kamirn exclaims, slapping a hand over his eyes. He then parts the little and ring finger so he can view me with his left eye, gaze icy and giving off a slight cringe. His voice takes on a morbid tone.

"You'll make a fine pawn, don't you think?"

I sigh as I turn away, my expression dull, resigned to my fate. It's no use trying to persuade a mad god, it's the same as power drunk humans.

Moral lesson; never argue with a god.

Well, it's fine. Slowly, and no longer trembling, I rise to my feet, dusting my knees.

Kamirn, still laughing, flicks his wrist in my direction as though he's swatting a fly away. It's not so vague, but my sharp eyes don't miss it.

Before I can even start, a loud sizzling sound ripples through the charged air as a vortex spirals open at my back and sucks me in.

My last image of Kamirn is of him, facing the glass wall, hands outstretched in opposite directions, shoulders still shaking.

My vision rotate between black and white, each lasting a split second. Kamirn's loud maniacal laughter still ring in my ears, and I clap my hands over my ears, trying to shut them out. I can't hear nor feel anything else.

Just then, at the height of my turmoil, a hand closes over my wrist, pulling it away from my ears.

"Hello there…it's a pity you can't see me, but I'm–"

I attempt to shrug my hand off. It isn't Kamirn's voice; this one is tender, amused and eerily laced with Jane's sweet tone.

I'm done with gods for now. I hate being messed with, not even by a god!

"Hey wait!" she call, a snort of impatience and annoyance slipping out. I halt my struggle, and she pulls away my second hand as well. I think she just wants me to listen to her so I wait.

"Are you a goddess?" I ask, tilting my head in all directions, but still unseeing.

"I'm Kamirn's wife. Aurora, goddess of-"

"Lady Aurora, grant me your blessings" I call, downing out her voice with mine. I'm just been rude, at least it should make her go away. I have more than enough curses on my plate for now.

"Hmph, so stubborn," I hear her snap, a tint of adoration lacing her tone, then she goes silent for a while.

'Wait, is she thinking about it?'

This could be my jackpot!

"I don't have much to give," she speaks up again, but at this, my heart plummets from my mouth back to its original position, "but I can promise you true love and a harem–"

My heart plummets even lower and I shake her off angrily. What good will true love and a harem do when strung with a myriad of tragedy.

Thing is, I'm still very naïve about certain things, though I've seen all in other classifications of life. Things like love only breed more pain and that's the last thing I want at this point in time.

I somersault nonstop in the vortex, waiting for my new life to resume.

I will not fail. I'm from the Hood.

I'll prove to Kamirn that even mortals aren't as subservient as gods think they are.

I fall still, my bones still cracking from the effect of Kamirn's display of power.

A dainty hand, reeking of care and infatuation, presses calmly into my chest as though trying to restrain me lightly.

"Young Master Askin! Please calm down!"

 

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