4 Chapter 2.1

Epic of Soujirou Mibu, Japanese Vergil.

Many many many concepts of years ago, lived a boy whose ambition was to be the greatest swordsman. No… It would be an insult to call it that.

His ambition was to be the blade itself. One which was not held back by beck and call of a user. No. Something beyond that.

Sentinence. A blade with sentinence. 

It might have been difficult or impossible in some realities, however, the world Soujirou was born in…. Well before that let be explain.

Your powers, worth, everything depends on the author and where he puts you. 

By putting you I mean in which verse.

There are million of verses out there. Different powers, different ambitions. 

However they have hierarchy as well.

And the verse which was strongest, toughest, one which ruled, and the verse which Soujirou belonged to was…

Shinza Bansho.

What's that you ask? Uh, it's Meta. I mean, Hadous and Gudous, gods which either paint creation in their colour, or gods which create a creation in themselves, are meta scenario writers. They are strongest because of their known characteristic of interacting with real world.

Anyways, This chapter isn't about Enlil or Union or whatever bitch you think it was for. It's about Soujirou Mibu, the Japanese Vergil, but better.

"Since my childhood, I have only honed my sword skills. Challenging and eliminating everyone. More like, all those I challenged and those who challenged me, were eliminated. Like their fate was severed the moment they faced me."

Yes, it's me, Soujirou Mibu.

I don't know why the author made this chapter when I clearly said I would only appear if I can have fun with Enlil, or I can kill. 

However, this is fun it seems. Shiori and Rindou are good sport but I need a break as well.

Well, nevermind. I will just find something interesting to do.

The downside of being an absolute concept of God is that there aren't many things you can do which are interesting. Either you know everything, or … Oh right. There is no or.

I thought of being a teacher once, you know. Teaching and having fun in class. The Chad, young teacher. But it's boring.

You humans are just too curious for your own good. You want to know everything. 

Which is just as well, since there's so much you curious little monkeys want to know. What is an angel? Is Hell really hot? Was Eden really lush? Is Heaven as dull as it sounds? Do homosexuals suffer eternal damnation? And what about being consensually buggered by your lawful wedded hubby on his birthday? Are Buddhists okay? What if I sodomize my Jack Russell? Am I really evil? Is Hannibal lector and will Graham a good pair? Is Accelerator a lolicon? 

(Surprisingly, he is, I mean partially. He is just like his dad, Enlil. Oh yeah, he is Enlil's son. Author was too dumb and was pondering how to introduce him so I just did it for him.)

In time. What I must tell you about is the new deal. I'm trying, but it's tricky.

Humans, as that pug-faced kraut and chronic masturbator Kant pointed out, are stuck within the limits of space and time. Modes of apprehension, the grammar

of understanding and all that. Whereas the reality is – now do pay attention, because this is, when all's said and done, me Soujirou Mibu, telling you what the reality

is – the reality is that there are an infinite number of modes of apprehension.

Time and space are just two of them. Half of them don't even have names, and if I listed the half that did you'd be none the wiser, since they're named in a language you wouldn't understand. More like, there's no language for it. It just is. Either you understand it, or you keep scratching your head like your nuts for eternity thinking about what the hell is this before you go insane and your mind shatters.

It's not your fault. Your existence just isn't that concrete or strong enough to handle it. 

I don't even know what I am doing. And this is one thing I hate about Meta. They are unpredictable because they are from Real world. Changing fates and plot is like twisting a hand of a baby.

Not a humanitarian example but hey, as long as it gets across your thick skull.

Anyways, those-

"You! Are you the one who harmed my friends and students here?!"

Huh? Who the fuck interrupted me? How dare he interrupt me?

Ah, isn't he that...Y/N fellow from Wattpad fanfics? Heh. Interesting. Just cause he is the protagonist in numerous Fanfics he thinks he can raise his voice against me huh?

Y/N pov:

I came running after I felt intense killing intent. I wasn't planning on revealing my true form here for reasons unknown because most fanfic authors just make me bullied reader and I don't use my powers for reasons which someone believes are shitty.

Author: I..I.. Don't…

Uh huh. That is why your story has so fucking less views. He he he he.

Author:...

Author lifts his pen and passes it to Soujirou. "You know what to do."

*A few moments later* (Yes, you have to read that in the voice of that guy who said this in SpongeBob.)

In the classroom.

"What the hell are you all staring at? Get back to your fucking classes."

"ARRRRGH!"

Suddenly, someone came flying inside the classroom. When they noticed who it was, they were shocked to see Y/n. What was more shocking was his hand was dismembered and blood was spilling from the wound.

Y/N was bewildered. He couldn't heal his wounds! His true form was very strong! How can he not heal?!

"It's because, I rule here."

They all turned to the source of the voice only to find it was Soujirou Mibu. His shirt was stained with blood and there was blood on his right cheek as well. He was sporting a smirk as he waved his index finger and another limb of Y/N was dismembered.

As the shouting of agony grew louder and louder, Soujirou felt that his shouting should be dealt with as well.

So he waved his finger again and Y/N's tongue was cut off.

"Seriously, how much of a whiny baby can you be? My wife would just laugh off my slashes in my true form."

Wife!? Students were surprised at the thought of him being married. Who would marry a psychopath?

"Psychopath huh?"

He flicked his wrist and Y/N's head was sent flying away. 

He was dead. The embodiment of bullied readers was finished off by the Writer.

"That was anticlimactic." 

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Enlil was just glancing at what was going on. He let out a sigh as he walked towards Y/N's dead body. 

"Why did you kill him? We won't get more views…"

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Author: and that is why ..I will never write a chapter after eating 5 chocolates which are of the size of my palm.

Soujirou left. This time for real. He didn't want to deal with more pests. 

But the author is the author and he is a stuck up piece of shit. 

Author: I won't deny that.

Soujirou encountered a snake. No… He encountered 'THE' Snake.

"Eh Sonny, how are you? Heard you destroyed the embodiment of readers! Hehehehehehehehehe! Chou ukeru~"

Ananta Shesha.

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Chou Ukeru: means that's hilarious.