** The Audience Choice System (yes it is a trash name writer - James) **

In the depths of an unfathomable abyss, James found himself trapped, muttering amidst the eerie void about the bewildering circumstances that led him to this dire situation.

The darkness enveloped him like a heavy cloak, the only companions his echoing thoughts and a lingering sense of disbelief.

"Well, isn't this just fantastic," he muttered to the emptiness, his voice bouncing off unseen walls.

"I mean, really. Who wakes up in a place like this?" His gaze wandered, searching the nothingness for answers.

"Was it the truck? The one people joke about hitting them into another world? Or perhaps I stumbled upon some forbidden ritual that deemed me unworthy of daylight?" He shook his head, both bemused and frustrated.

"You know," James continued, his tone tinged with irony, "I've seen this in novels, animes, games... It's always the same. Average Joe gets caught in some cosmic mishap and ends up in an alternate reality. But seriously, who am I, the protagonist of a poorly written light novel?"

His words hung in the air, the absurdity not lost on him.

The abyss seemed to stretch on endlessly, and yet, James couldn't shake the feeling of being observed, as though some unseen force was eagerly waiting for his next move.

"I should probably do something heroic or resourceful, right?" He chuckled nervously, unsure if he was talking to an audience or simply to alleviate his own growing unease.

With a hesitant step forward, he tested the ground, finding nothing but an ethereal void beneath his feet.

"Right, no solid ground. Note to self: gravity is optional in this weird place." He paused, contemplating his next move.

"Okay, universe, or whoever's orchestrating this cosmic joke, any chance of an exit strategy?" he called out, half-hoping for an answer, half-expecting silence.

The abyss remained stoic in its response, leaving James to contemplate his peculiar situation. "Well, I guess I'm stuck here for now," he muttered with a resigned sigh.

"Might as well make the best of it. Maybe learn some abyssal language or... improve my stand-up comedy routine?"

He chuckled, the sound echoing into the vast emptiness, a lone soul finding humour in the surrealism of his inexplicable circumstance.

As time warped within the boundless expanse, minutes stretched into hours, hours elongated into days, and the concept of time itself seemed to dissipate into an abstract notion.

"Ah, look at that," James remarked, a touch of sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Another day in the infinite void. What a thrilling plot we have here, folks!"

Days blurred into an indistinct passage of... well, whatever it was that passed for time in this peculiar realm.

"And here I thought I'd make it back in time for breakfast," James quipped, his tone laced with a blend of resignation and amusement.

"Guess I'll have to settle for abyssal cuisine." He chuckled, the sound carrying with it a mixture of defiance and acceptance.

With each passing moment, the fourth wall seemed less of a barrier and more of a window for James to address his bewildering circumstance.

"You know," he mused to the unseen audience, "I'd love a plot twist right about now. Anything to break the monotony of this 'stuck-in-a-cosmic-void' trope we've got going on."

He paced, or at least he thought he did in this weightless expanse.

"Seriously, where's the Deus ex Machina when you need one?"

His jests danced on the edge of desperation, the lines between genuine frustration and comedic commentary blurring into a surreal mix of banter and existential musings.

In this endless stretch of nothingness, sarcasm became James's closest companion.

"If only I had a script, I'd at least know what direction to take," he chuckled bitterly, a sense of resignation seeping into his words.

"But no, we're in uncharted narrative territory here, folks. Hold on to your disbelief, because mine is hanging by a thread!"

The void remained steadfast, indifferent to his jabs and jests, a canvas for James's increasingly acerbic humour.

"Well, here's to breaking the fourth wall until it shatters into a million pieces," he remarked, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe if I'm lucky, the editor will take pity on me and cut to the next scene. Or at least send a sign that I'm not completely alone in this cosmic prank."

And so, amidst the vastness of the abyss, James's quips and sardonic commentary echoed endlessly, his only solace in this bizarre limbo of uncertainty and ceaseless wisecracks.

As fate would have it, James's relentless assault on the fourth wall appeared to yield unexpected results.

"Well, would you look at that!" he exclaimed, a blend of surprise and scepticism in his voice.

"Seems like my persistence finally paid off. Note to self: never underestimate the power of sarcasm in breaking down cosmic barriers!"

With a sudden shift, the crack in the fourth wall widened, pulling James through its fissure.

"Oh, great, now we're going for a literal interpretation of 'breaking the fourth wall'," he quipped, his sarcasm undeterred even in the midst of this inexplicable phenomenon.

"Hope you're enjoying the show, whoever's out there orchestrating this narrative chaos!"

As he was pulled through this rift in the fabric of reality, his commentary didn't cease; it only grew more animated.

"And here I thought I'd never get out of that abyss. What's next, a backstage tour of the universe? I've always wanted a peek behind the cosmic curtains!" His words echoed into the unknown, his sarcasm both shield and coping mechanism against the surreal experience.

The transition was as abrupt as it was disorienting.

"Well, isn't this a change of scenery?" James remarked, landing, or perhaps materializing, in a new, unfamiliar setting.

"I guess we're done with the abyss-themed portion of the show. What's the next act, a cosmic tea party?"

Despite the uncertain surroundings, James couldn't resist a parting shot.

"So, was that fourth wall sturdy enough for you, or do we need more reinforcements?" he called out, half-expecting a cheeky reply from the narrative itself.

In this newfound place, still draped in the cloak of uncertainty and with the taste of sarcasm on his tongue, James stood poised for whatever unconventional narrative twist awaited him next, ready to tackle it with equal parts wit and scepticism.

In the midst of this unfamiliar setting labelled as the "Heavenly Abyss Realm," James couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Heavenly Abyss, huh? Ah yes, nothing screams paradise like an abyss. Who comes up with these names, a committee of contradictory adjectives?" His words dripped with sarcasm as he glanced around the peculiar realm, half-expecting an answer from the unseen audience.

He stood there, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he awaited the next narrative cue.

"Well, what's next, folks? Are we about to discover the 'Sunny Dark Dungeon' or maybe the 'Peaceful Chaos Plains'?" He glanced toward the invisible spectators, his jests directed at the unseen forces orchestrating this whimsical tale.

Time seemed to linger, each passing moment elongating in anticipation, until finally, the words materialized before him: 'Vermilion Dragon Continent'.

"Ah, now that's more like it," James quipped, a hint of genuine amusement in his voice.

"A continent with some flair! I can practically see the dragons and the vibrant scenery from here." He paused, giving an exaggerated nod to the invisible author.

"Well played, narrator. Finally, a name with a sense of grandeur."

With the continent's name unveiled, James stood amidst the Heavenly Abyss Realm, his wry commentary and jabs at the unusual names echoing in the narrative space.

Ready for whatever this Vermilion Dragon Continent had in store for him, he couldn't help but wonder what other surprises the story had tucked up its sleeve.

Amidst the backdrop of the Vermilion Dragon Continent, James couldn't help but piece together the puzzle of his bizarre circumstances. "Let's see," he pondered aloud, a mix of resignation and amusement in his voice. "Transmigration? Reincarnation? Isekai? Who knows? Who cares?" he shrugged, dismissing the specifics of his sudden arrival in this realm with a wave of his hand. "But one thing's for sure: we're in a cultivation society. Obvious much?"

Observing the grandeur of the landscape and the faint whispers of energy dancing around him, he nodded to himself.

"Ah, the tell-tale signs are all here. Cultivation societies, mythical creatures, probably some ancient artefacts lying around somewhere. Classic checklist for a 'level-up-and-save-the-world' narrative." His commentary remained laced with sarcasm, a shield against the absurdity of his situation.

"So, where do I sign up for Qi manipulation lessons or swordplay tutorials?" he quipped, eyeing the landscape with a mixture of curiosity and bemusement.

"Or maybe I'll stumble upon a wise old mentor in the mountains. That's always a possibility in these stories, right?" He chuckled at the predictability of the scenario.

Though the circumstances of his arrival remained shrouded in ambiguity, James found solace in his familiarity with the tropes of the cultivation society setting.

Ready to navigate this world of Qi cultivation and mythical wonders, he continued to crack jokes and poke fun at the conventions of the narrative, his sarcastic humour a constant companion in this new, enigmatic land.

In the midst of this cultivation society, James's impatience bubbled to the surface.

"Alright, folks, where's my 'golden finger'? Or am I supposed to start calling it a 'system'?" he quipped, his voice carrying a hint of exasperation.

"You know the drill, the cheat code, the divine blessing that's supposed to kick-start my heroic journey?"

He paced the verdant landscape, throwing sarcastic glances towards the unseen audience.

"Come on, don't leave a guy hanging here! I've got realms to conquer, powers to attain, and a world to... well, probably save, right?" His banter carried an air of expectation tinged with annoyance.

As moments turned into what felt like an eternity, James's sarcasm morphed into frustration.

"Ah, the infamous delay tactic. Classic move," he muttered, his irritation evident.

"Authors love to toy with the audience, pretending the protagonist won't get their 'system' until it's a dramatic plot twist five years into the journey. Real original, guys."

Turning his gaze upward, as if addressing the ethereal scriptwriter, James unleashed his verbal jabs.

"Let's not play those tired old tropes here, alright? No need for the 'Oops, here's your system after you've already climbed Mount Everest barehanded' nonsense. We're better than that, aren't we?" His tone was a mixture of defiance and a plea for narrative decency.

But as the landscape remained unchanged, devoid of any divine intervention or bestowed abilities, James's annoyance grew palpable.

"You're really pushing it with this 'will-they-won't-they' game," he scoffed, his words laced with a simmering frustration.

"I've read this script a million times. Give me the tools already, or at least let me start a montage of cultivating in the background!"

In the face of the narrative's delay, James's commentary became a blend of irritation and mockery, his patience wearing thin with the lack of progress in his apparent journey towards whatever destiny awaited him in this cultivation society.

In a sudden twist that even caught James off guard, the narrative shifted, unveiling a peculiar creation: 'The Audience Choice System.'

As the words shimmered into existence before him, James couldn't help but arch an eyebrow, his scepticism evident.

"Well, isn't this a surprise," he remarked, a sense of foreboding creeping into his voice.

"The 'Audience Choice System', huh? I've got a bad feeling about this, folks."

Glancing at the invisible spectators, his gaze lingered on the abstract concept of the author.

"You do realize you're opening Pandora's box with this, right?" he called out, his tone a mixture of caution and mild exasperation.

"Letting the audience dictate my fate? What's next, a poll for which monsters I fight or which path I take?"

He paced back and forth, his unease growing with every passing moment.

"I can already see it," he continued, addressing the unseen forces at play.

"Votes for 'Give James a pet dragon', 'Throw James into a pit of endless trials', or the classic 'Make James fall in love with the first person he meets'." His words dripped with sarcasm, a defence mechanism against the impending chaos.

"Are we seriously going to play 'Choose Your Own Adventure' here?" James quipped, his frustration evident.

"I've read those books, you know. Sometimes the audience makes... questionable decisions." He shot a pointed look towards the metaphorical curtains of the narrative, silently challenging the author's choice.

As the system's name glimmered before him, James couldn't shake the feeling of impending chaos.

"I've got a feeling this won't end well," he muttered, a blend of resignation and defiance in his voice.

"But hey, why not let the audience steer the ship? What could possibly go wrong?" His words hung in the air, a reluctant acceptance of this newfound, uncertain narrative turn.

As James tentatively decided to open the much-dreaded 'Audience Choice System,' the interface flickered to life, initiating with a series of prompts:

*Initializing 'Audience Choice System'... Analysing user preferences... Loading options...*

"Well, here we go," James muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Cue the standard system initiation sequence. Let's see what ground-breaking choices we have here." He rolled his eyes, expecting the usual array of abilities, skills, and cliché upgrades that often adorned such systems.

As the prompts continued to analyse, James couldn't help but poke fun at the lack of originality.

"Oh, look at that," he quipped.

"Stats, skills, levels... How utterly innovative. Never seen those in a system before!" His commentary dripped with biting sarcasm, a testament to his low expectations.

However, as the system finally opened up, it revealed something unexpected: emptiness.

No skills, no stats, not even a hint of an option in sight.

It was an empty canvas, a void waiting to be filled.

James blinked, his expression shifting from scepticism to disbelief.

"Well, isn't this just fantastic," he remarked dryly.

"All this build-up for... nothing. No choices, no instructions, not a single upgrade in sight. Bravo, audience, bravo. You've outdone yourselves this time."

But as the realization sunk in, James understood the gravity of the situation.

"Hold on a second," he muttered, a sense of dread creeping over him.

"You mean to tell me the audience can conjure up any system imaginable? Not just one, but any combination they fancy?" His voice faltered as the weight of the potential chaos settled upon him.

A sense of impending doom washed over James as he comprehended the ramifications of the empty system.

"Oh, wonderful," he sighed, his sarcasm replaced with a tinge of genuine concern.

"The audience gets to craft the system of my destiny, cherry-picking from any possible power, ability, or trait out there. Well, this is going to be an interesting turn of events," he muttered, realizing the precariousness of his predicament