Gods These Days Are Just....

[An Alpha's Guidebook To Correcting Your Slutty Mates (R18+)]

Chapters: 140 (On Hiatus) || Views: 78K || Rating: 3.76 ⭐

Last Updated: 1mth ago

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⇒ [Writing A Review]

> Overall Score Given: ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

> Message: Hey, this novel's pretty good! If you can get over the weird plot involving werewolves, aliens, government conspiracies and an abrupt alien invasion in a freaking smut novel (?), the underlying storyline is nicely done. My message to the readers: Don't run away after seeing the horrible rating on this novel. At least give it a try. Who knows, maybe it will surprise you!

And this message is for the Author: Don't give up, Author-san! I just sent you a small donation for your hard work until now. I liked this work of yours, so I'll keep an eye out for any future work of yours. Good Luck!

⇒ [Posting Review...]

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"Hmm... nice."

I cracked my knuckles after doing a good deed on the internet once again. A smile naturally appeared on my face as I imagined how happy the author must be after getting a new review after so long.

For a few more minutes, I casually browsed through the list of ongoing novels I was currently following, checking for any late-night updates. 

"...No updates tonight, huh."

But unfortunately, none of the authors seemed to be in the mood for a mass-release anytime soon. Despite expecting it beforehand, I was still a little disappointed.

A quick look at the table clock showed 11:40PM. I had to get to my office early in the morning too.

"Right. I should go to bed soon..."

Heaving a light sigh, I got up from my bed, lethargically walking to the washroom nearby and brushing up my teeth for the night.

*Ta-ting!*

Just as I finished and was about to turn off the lights, a notification sound suddenly echoed from the phone I had left on the table.

"...Hm? Who is messaging me this late in the night?"

A little bit confused, I turned off the lights and walked into the bedroom. Picking up the phone from the table revealed an unread notification from the online novel-reading app.

[Your review has a new reply!]

"...Huh?"

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<<LordOfP*ssies (Author) – 1m ago>>

[Hey, thanks for the kind and encouraging words! Actually, I haven't given up on this work. I was just working on getting it properly serialized by a publisher all this time. Thankfully, I recently found one willing to publish it, but apparently, it will have to be edited a lot because of my earlier mistakes, haha.

Still, your donation really means a lot to me. So, to show you my appreciation, I want to send you to a physical version of the book if you agree. It'll be completely free of charge, as a gift to my dear reader!]

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"...Ah, seems like he's quite happy. Still, sending me a physical copy is a bit..."

For a while, I just scratched my head in embarrassment. It was really nice for him to send me a gift, but I didn't want to be seen as a degenerate pervert by my colleagues at work.

If I kept the book on my table and they suddenly decided to come over one day, strange rumors might spread about me from the very next day!

"Tch, whatever. I'll think about it later. Let's just gratefully accept the gift for now."

[Replying to <<LordOfP*ssies (Author)>>: That's great! I'll be looking forward to the edited story. Let me know how to send you my address, and thanks a lot for the gift!]

"...and send!"

A loading wheel appeared on the screen for a moment, before the reply got posted on the site. A like (which I assumed was from the author) also appeared almost instantly on it. 

"He's really fired up, huh."

I chuckled a little, thinking about how he must be jumping around like an excited kid. 

*Yawn~*

[12:14 AM]

"Damn. It's already so late..."

I put down the phone on the bedside table, before lying down on the bed and pulling up the quilt up to my chest.

Closing my eyes, I soon fell asleep as an intense drowsiness overcame me.

******

"Ugh....f*ck."

When I opened my eyes the next morning, a pounding headache welcomed me back to the waking world.

Tightly holding onto my hurting head with one hand, I tried to reach out for my phone on the table to check the current time—

"...huh?"

—But in the place where the table was supposed to be, my hand only waved through the empty air. 

I belatedly realized that something was wrong. No, not just something, everything was wrong....

Instead of the usual warm and bright sunlight shining down on my bed, only the cold light of a white lamp was now illuminating my room. 

A nasty stench of alcohol wafted from all around me, while a bunch of empty alcohol bottles lay scattered on the floor along with the numerous plastic trash bags littered everywhere.

It was a shabby house with trash overflowing everywhere. The old, worn-out walls were chipped and half-cracked. 

And here I was, lying down with a pounding headache, confusedly looking at the unfamiliar ceiling above my head...

"What kind of pigsty is this place? And how did I get here...?"

I tried hard to remember what happened last night, but it seemed like an impossible task right now, thanks to the pounding headache hammering away at my psyche.

...Really. It was serious to the point where I even felt like my own voice had changed overnight!

'Where the hell am I...? I don't remember going to a drinking party. And it's not like I'd drink so much even if I went to one.'

Staggering away from the smelly and damp bed, I quickly searched for the washroom in this unknown apartment. 

Thankfully, I didn't have to look around for too long. I found it right beside the opposite end of the bedroom.

"F*cking hell..."

Forcefully pulling open the door revealed a heavily stained and dirty washroom, almost making me gag from the sheer disgust I felt for whomever the owner of this house was.

...But hey, at least the faucet was still in working condition! 

I splashed a generous amount of water on my face and head, before greedily drinking the tap water like a dried up desert. Only then did I feel the intense headache easing up a little. 

"Haah... What kind of mess—!"

Heaving a relieved sigh, I swept up my now-wet hair and glanced at the slightly blurry mirror in front of me.....and froze in shock.

"What—?!?!"

I recoiled in fear, suddenly seeing a complete stranger's face in the mirror. And for some reason, the man reflected in the mirror also repeated my exact actions, down to the last minute details...

My body shivered in fear for a moment, the remaining effects of the headache disappearing instantly from my mind. 

I gulped down the saliva in my mouth, feeling a sudden dryness in my throat.

"This... this... who, w-what is this?"

I violently wiped the mirror clean as best as I could, touching and feeling out my various body parts one by one. 

"No way..."

It was real. 

The man in the mirror was neither a ghost, nor someone trying to prank me. It was really me!

Water droplets dripped down one by one from my overnight-transformed sharp jawline, as I blankly stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Somehow, I was far more buffed-up and muscular than I was yesterday, with both my arms covered in crisp, intimidating-looking tattoos. 

A quick look at my ears now showed multiple shiny piercings that were absent when I went to sleep last night, while my upper body suddenly gained quite a few old-looking scars here and there.

My originally dirt-blond hair had mysteriously turned into a bleached white color overnight. Even my eyes were now blood-red instead of the usual light brown I was born with.

"It's...it's real? I-It's not plastic surgery...?"

I had to accept reality now. By some unknown means, I had suddenly switched bodies overnight!

"No, wait. I've seen this face somewhere..."

Earlier, I was too occupied to notice this, but this face....didn't it look awfully similar to the character illustration I had seen last night?

"No way.....Damien Collins?!"

A cold shudder ran through my spine. Suddenly, the conversation I had with that novel's author came to mind.

[....to show you my appreciation, I want to send you to a physical version of the book....]

Right, he didn't exactly say he would 'send me the book'. He said he'll send me 'to' the book. 

"That.....wasn't a f*cking typo?!"

More than the sudden body swap, I became far more afraid of the author who could casually send me into his book at will.

When I thought back on his exact words now, they appeared to contain completely different connotations compared to last night...

What kind of publisher was he looking for? And how was the novel going to be edited? Who even was the editor?!

"...Don't tell me, he wants me to edit his novel? Physically, from inside the novel? ...Ha, hahaha..."

Obviously, as an online novel connoisseur and certified man-of-culture, I knew what this troupe was called. And it was also part of the reason why I never left extremely negative reviews or read novels that only had a single reader!

But how... just f*cking how did I still manage to end up transmigrating into a novel...?!

"F*ck...just f*ck my luck....and f*ck my life..."

Seems like the Outer Gods these days were a bit too free-spirited, transmigrating any random guy they found interesting in their novels, manga....or whatever they were making nowadays.

At first, I had thought that since I didn't antagonize the Outer God, maybe he wouldn't outright leave me to die. But then I remembered the original game's premise...

"...Oh, well. I guess I should just die now."

After all, it was a 'that' kind of novel – one that was full of excessive amounts of 'corn'. And like most adult-corn novels, being a male character in this novel automatically classified you as an absolute loser. 

Well, of course it did. How else would the protagonist be able to collect women at every turn like f*ckin Pokémons?!

And I....I was actually possessing the weakest lvl.1 villain in that novel....

In short, my entire existence was there just to be crushed under the main character's shoes like a stinky bug during the first arc, after cucking him and indirectly helping him awaken his dormant werewolf bloodline in blind rage!