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Plot Armor Agency

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

HandsomeKimDokja · Fantasie
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Satisfaction!

After completing the mission and returning to the bustling Mission Area, Damian was utterly drained, feeling as though his entire body was ready to give out. The area was as crowded as ever, full of people rushing to and from the mission board. No one spared a glance at their tattered clothes or disheveled appearances. Damian, with a weak wave toward Kyle, muttered, "I'm gonna rest for a while. Let's meet again sometime later."

Kyle, still energetic despite their ordeal, waved back. "Sure thing! Let me add you as a friend first."

Damian, too exhausted to show much emotion, shrugged. "No matter how many times I go through this, it still feels like we're stuck in some sort of game." He glanced down at his watch, gesturing at the various features. "The missions, this watch, party members, and now friends—it's all straight out of an MMORPG or something."