I am a bad author?!!

"Now…

Who… the f*ck are you?"

I asked the man who was standing in front of me, completely ignoring the fact that his family jewels were drooping on my POV in such an angle that it was pleas--I mean disturbing to my eyes.

"Well, I don't know if you will believe me but I am…" trailed off the man as if waiting for something and suddenly…

(Dramatic Drum Sound—!)

"A god."

"…"

"…"

"Is that fucking so?"

Breaking the strange silence, I nonchalantly spoke. Not long after, I looked down at my watch to see if it was 1st April already but alas… I am also naked😲😲!!

'This bullshit? Is it really what I am fucking thinking?!'

"No need to be afraid, I am not into the man."

'Ex-fucking-cuse me!!'

"Ah, geez! Just say excuse me. You don't have to use vulgar words every time you speak or think."

"You can read my thoughts! wait, don't tell me you are really a god?"

"Of course, I am. What else do you think I was?"

"Friend of Dorothy. What else?😒"

I replied without a hint of hesitation. After all, he is a freaking god, how can I possibly hide things from such a being?

"Pretty honest, huh."

Thankfully, God wasn't so angry even though I could still see his brows twitching.

Snapped—!

He snapped his fingers as the white cloud covered our body before long taking the form of casual clothes," Well, I can't blame you. After everything, our way of the meeting was not so great either."

"Then why am I here?" While folding my sleeves, I asked God to which he commented, "Obviously because you are dead."

!!!

Come again?

"Because. you. are. dead."

"Of course, I know that, Idiot. How could I not know how those unfilial readers of mine burnt my precious house with me inside. But wasn't I suppose to be in hell?"

"Uh… yeah, surprisingly enough you are more confident than Yama about which side you belong. Ahem… so, about you being here has another meaning besides this talk." God gave a weak smile as he turned around.

Thump—! Thump—!

At this moment, yeah, I was having the same thought like you guys. Not to mention that it will be the shame of my career as the author if I can't even understand where this plot is going?

"You are here…" he paused as he stared deep into my black eyes.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

"… to suffer."

'Wut the fuk did you say?'

I scratched my ear to make sure if what I just heard was correct or not.

"Can you repeat that once more?"

"You are here just to suffer."

Suddenly, God's face turned cold and his voice became stern as if his earlier cheerful demeanour was only a facade.

Now, where did this twist come from?

"Why?!" I couldn't help but exclaim out loud.

"If you ask me, I can only answer, "Because of this.""

Flip—!

Out of thin air, a book appeared in the god's hand as he flipped the pages one by one.

At first, I thought the cover of the book seems familiar but when the content was revealed to me, I was stunned.

"It's the book that I wrote!"

Originally, it was fanfic of a basketball anime I wrote in web novel but since the person in question is none other than god, I was not so surprised that he has restored those algorithms into a book.

'Why does he have it? Does he also like my book?' I thought to myself which was naturally perceived by god.

"Like? Do you really think I would like this garbage?" God scoffed as if I just said the best joke of the year.

"You can't say that about my masterpiece!!"

"Masterpiece? how could you say something this horrible, a masterpiece? It's trash. No, it's a shame against trash to even call it that. Yeah, its whole existence is a lie. It was not presumed to be brought into this world. It's a damn curse.…"

Each word, god spat out of his mouth, was like an arrow that directly stabbed into my heart one after another.

"Hey, you! Who gave you the damn right to insult others' creations? Do you think just because you are god, you could say anything. Here, let me tell you the truth. your creation, which you are so proud of, is, in fact, a piece of fucking shit. Humans are a fucking egoistic vermin who fucks their own family just for pleasure. Wait, I mean, kill each other for their benefit. What kind of fucked up god are you to make them this way? You gave birth to a disaster in a world which was already peaceful...."

I lost count of how many times I ridiculed the god as I was completely engulfed by my wrath.

"Oh, really? Then, let me tell you this, this fanfiction that you call a masterpiece is disrespectful to the original book. You consider everything and everyone around you as a joke..."

Sure enough, God also did not back down after having his dignity questioned as he was the one who began another round of battle which was exclusively reasonable.

*After 69 seconds of our friendly dialogue sharing*

Haah—! Haah—!

In the end, It was me who had to back down and admit his wrongs as I was already out of breath even if I was already dead.

"So, what is the punishment I need to suffer?"

I asked but I swear when I was leaning down on my knees to get some breathing, I saw a smug on the god's face from the corner of my eyes.

Tsk, no need to be furious, he is a god for a reason.

"The punishment I gave you is for you to play basketball for 1000 years."

I calmed myself only to spat curses again.

"Fuck, are you outta your goddamn mind? 1-1000 years!! Jesus fucking christ!! Dear Lord if you really exist- crap he is the one who is troubling me."

1000 years, man.

Is this god serious? If he is then I won't be able to think seriously after those years. Could a human mind even handle the memories of such long years?

And what's wrong with this outrageous condition? play basketball? oh come on, you are telling me to play a game in which I have no talent? Are you seriously mocking me even now?

Thinking up to this point, I turned around determined to leave. I know it was stupid decision but even if it's a hopeless try, I won't admit my fate just like that.

However, just as I took my left foot to move, gloomy and creepy darkness shrouded me as the next moment when the light shed upon me, I was in an entirely new place which has the same intimacy as my high school playground.

I looked around to find the god but to no avail. The only thing that my eyes could see was a court and a basketball lying in the centre of it.

Only.

[You are here.]

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——!"

A voice came out from behind me, which strongly shocked me to the core, making my heart fall to the pit of my stomach.

Shifting back, I found out that there was a butler, standing in a composed stance.

"Where did you come from? No, who are you? And if you are well aware then also bother to tell me where in the fuck is this place?"

[Wow, that was the lengthiest scream I ever imagined a human could do. You are an interesting boy in a not so good way, huh. Anyway, my name is Amaris. I am the owner of this interdimensional space. This place which seems like a basketball court is a portion of my space that has been altered for your specific purposes--punishment to be precise. Now for your first question, I didn't come from anywhere. It was you who appeared out of nowhere before me.]

The butler, who introduced himself as Amaris, said as I nodded my head in understanding even if I didn't understand a single shit.

'Let's leave all things aside, how dare he evaluate me without my consent?'

[Uh… just to be more friendly, I will inform you that I can also read your thoughts.]

"You do?"

[Absolutely.]

Oh my, I am not going to be surprised by this point.

I narrowed my eyes pondering about what I should do.

Haaaaaahhhhh—!

As I threw the long, depressed, annoyed and resigning sighs in the air, I said to myself as I headed towards the court.

"For now, let's just play basketball. It's just for 1000 years. What else could happen worse?"

*After 5 minutes*

"Fuck this shit, I am out."

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Man, I knew that I have no talent but what's wrong with my body? It couldn't even last 5 minutes.

'He must be having fun watching me like this.'

While I was pondering to myself, I heard some footsteps coming near me, I tilted my head and it was Amaris who was lateral to me holding a towel.

"Ah, thanks." I took the towel as I swept my sweat.

[Don't mention. We are fated to be together for 1000 years so it's good to have a good relationship.]

My hands holding the towel stiffened before I took a good look at the cheerful smile of the butler.

An outrageous question popped in my head.

Are, all higher beings, into those things?

And that's how the beginning of my torture really begins.

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