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Okay, how do I put this nicely... I have arrived in the City. Well, this "city" was just like any other modern city. After all this time I had thought there would be dragons and unicorns here─literally anything other than modern Earth.

I was happy not to be surrounded by murderous clones willing to kill me for the fabric on my body, but it was pretty disappointing. Walking all this distance had so not been worth it.

Imagine you were a child waiting for the newest gaming console and the entire month of December kept on dragging on and on, but finally; it was Christmas Eve... your little feet run to the Christmas tree to discover only one big package beneath the festively decorated tree.

Nice music about donating your heart to strangers on the last Christmas played in the background. yet you only had eyes for your deepest wish, once you would open this gift; you would get the newest gaming console and all your friends would be jealous─making you the coolest kid. Your crush would finally love you.

Now, with your heart beating as fast as your Dad usually beat you, you made your way forward and greedily ripped apart the gift wrapper your mother had carefully wrapped around it. Then, after opening it you saw your gift:

A brand new free reading pass for Romance novels you would never read.

That was how heartbroken I felt; waiting for such a long time only to have my world crumble in front of my eyes. I struggled to put this immense pain into words. That was why I paid the system 3 powerstones to write an entire song about it.

"MC System for Dummies, here after having some bondage with mummies" " Ma boi Author told me to rap a bit; make it lit, produce a hit and spit some wit." " The guy's heart broke into two─sad as if he was a kid without limbs tying his shoe.

" It was like a rejected confession; an instant depression."

" He was kicked in the crown jewels, and so were the rules "

" Lemme repeat a kick to the dick...cuz life was prick"

" Wasted so much brain power just for despair n' crying in the shower"

" 5 chapters now had no worth; bury them deep beneath the earth."

" Everything bad, everyone mad, bitter lesson...had. My parents sad.

" The chapters' cost, readers were lost. Hope had died, okay I lied."

" Hope was not really dead, It was just all in your head"

" So don't be using your brain, else this story goes down the drain."

Give a warm round of applause for this display of writing skill. Though it felt kinda strange to hear this end on a positive note. Here I thought you would have made a weird innuendo at the end.

This was as disappointing as running into a wall with a stiffy and hitting your head first,

[Yo, this just was way too negative. This world needed more good vibes. Feel the positivity.]

Not to burst your bubble of happiness here, but I can't remember writing about a modern City in my story. In my notes, I wrote about making plans for a literal hellhole full of gambling and other fun activities.

This was supposed to be a den of degeneracy, not something civilized and ordinary. All my clones here were doing nothing more than eating ice cream and driving cars.

How would any of this make any sense? These characters were so stupid; it was a wonder that they could breathe on their own. It would take an actual functioning brain to build an entire town... something, which none of these idiots was supposed to have.

[This system thought it would be fire to make things spicy. So, it's your job to find another sp... ]

Don't you dare say, I need to find another spy. My "job" was to find the first clone here, apologize to him and then bring peace to the naked savages fighting for clothes. No, we were not going to turn this into a suuUuuuUper secret conspiracy subplot.

I absolutely refuse to take part in every tinfoil hat-wearing basement dweller's wet dream.

There was a time and place to poke fun at those special people, but System, you need to understand... let certain plot lines play out without trying to add even more content to them.

Otherwise, the readers need a degree in quantum mechanics or whatever these dudes are given to seem smart. Of course, they were also the first to do stupid stuff, when the story demanded it.

Seriously, why do all these people have to act like a headless chickens? Oh no, there was a killer hunting us, lets's split up, then he could kill us one by one... Hurray to logic. If you please excuse us now, we gotta scream to let anyone know how scared we were.

Damn, I was getting in a bad mood; time to pull an adult move. Time to get to the nearest bar and drink away life's worry.

Just like any responsible adult, I would sit down talk to the bartender about my shitty life and then fall alseep─as in tradition.

I made my way through my lookalikes that did whatever my clones would be doing in this city. Trying to find a place to drown my sorrows away was easier said than done. I asked the clothing-wearing fellas about directions and they sent me to the tavern called "Plot".

Weirdly, regardless of how hard I looked "Plot" was nowhere to be seen. I had been searching for ages, yet it felt like the darn thing was invisible to the naked eye. Legends said that one did not find it, the "Plot" found only those that it deems worthy.

And I made these legends up, cuz nobody in the right mind would spread rumours about a bar, which found its patrons by itself.

As long as you did not puke on the floor, you were more than welcome. Was it the best decision to seek a place, where bloodthirsty, immortal people would drink alcohol?

Course not, though this author here did not care. I needed some liquor and pretty darn fast. Were some peace and quiet too much to ask for?

Let's take bets with these Zero readers of mine. Whaddaya think would happen when I enter the bar? I will bet the rest of my powerstones on whether or not an absolute shitshow was awaiting me there.

[Fam, your balance was currently at zero stones.]

Take a guess at why the bet was made in the first place... There ain't anything for me to lose.

While I had been busy trying to scam my readers into giving me powerstones... my walking simulator had carried me to the "Plot" Tavern...

Damn It, it was more than obvious... Of, course the "Plot" could only be found in a graveyard.