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The Book is dropped

Val was always the one to give up quickly, not the hero type either, as he mostly scraped his novels at Two chapters and never went far. But when he reincarnated, he wished he had more than a couple of chapters to one of his novels. The cruel universe of his novel was a jumbled mess. Thanks to the world never being established. Currently Writing a new book for WSA 2023(The Boy Of Flames)

KexoHD · Fantasi
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32 Chs

Humble World (2)

Time seemed to pass in a flash. I was shaking seeing the main character - my emerald eyes turned into a kid's drawing. We stared at each other. Shelly watched from behind, wondering about the intense stares.

Shelly approached us while we were busy glaring into our mischievous eyes.

"You guys know each other?" She asked with a puppy's innocent eyes.

I knew him very well, being the only character I've written the personality of; His face was smooth and chiseled, his eyes dark brown, making people confuse it with dark red, and he was jacked like a solid rock at the age of 15, always seeing the world in a shiny light.

He was glaring at me for the intense bloodlust Ive seeped out, as I was unstable at the moment, and as I'd lost control a little while, my aura was peeking out.

"No, we don't," I answered, still looking at his dark brown eyes.

"Oh... I see" Shell fumbled her fingers, wondering what was happening. She was left in the dark at this moment.

Suddenly Blaze smiled like he found a good deal in a supermarket, scratching his chin before asking for a cup of coffee. We complied, sprinting to the back; This was our job, but this customer was too high up in his butt, making me realize how lazy I was while writing him.

I snatched the kettle and walked to the sink while Shelly prepared the coffee. After washing every little spot, Shelly was done with the coffee beans and the milk. I poured 20 ml of milk before starting the coffee machine - the cup sploshed as the coffee flowed in.

At this point, I would be gone for good if he deemed me an enemy.

He was stronger than me in any way and had swift-movement/ High jump like me; That's why I was excited when I first saw them in the system. My best bet in a fight would be "Hang on," as I can trick him into believing he's weak in comparison.

But that would be impossible, thanks to how I designed him; He would fight you even if he knew he couldn't win, as my dumbass was a shounen fanboy at the time. He had a lot of plot armor.

Unlike my 'ultimate trouble attraction,' he had the good side of the pentagon.

Just how was I supposed to beat such a tyrant? Putting the last bit of coffee, Shelly puts her small hand on my shoulder, his face questioning what was going on.

"What the fuck is going on here!?" She shouted into my ear, making my ear chime, "Like what the hell is going on? Mind giving me an explanation."

I stared at her. I did not have a way of explaining.

"Instinct. I guess," I shrugged, giving an excuse. Shaking away her hand, I walked to the fourth table, where he played with the saltshaker and whistled a popular song, shaking his head left and right. I couldn't ignore that I was sweating. It was not from the hot coffee machine. Never had I been so nervous.

My head was boggling, seeing a failed creation of mine.

I gently placed the coffee in the middle of the oak table as Blaze widened his smirk, trying to hold back his giggles. I gulped a giant load of saliva, shaking my lips.

"Here's your coffee, Sir." I kept my cool, but my hands were shaking, making Blaze take notice immediately, "I will go now."

Trying to escape, I sprinted forward, just to be caught by a foreign hand of Blaze, grabbing my clerk's apron, and no matter how much I tried to juggle away, my body was stuck in place.

"Sit here for a moment." He orders me with his dark brown eyes, menacingly staring me down. He was supposed to be the hero. But that smile was terrifying. I could feel myself being chewed down on his perfectly white teeth.

"I see," I complied by sitting down. Shelly watched me from the counter, looking away whenever I stared.

"Are you the guy? You escaped somehow! How was the feeling? How strong are you? That's just amazing! I'm a big fan!"

I was bombarded by his questions supposedly about the Hazard. He was exactly how I imagined him to be, naive and obsessed with fighting, at least from what I remembered. It had been a while, But his personality and body were the same as I imagined them.

I puffed my chest. I got some recognition for my efforts, those weeks were hell as I was constantly on the run, but at least I had looted some clothes and weapons from it, so that was helpful. But I sold them immediately, as they were weapons I had no use for, mostly knives or guns with no ammo.

They were there to die or win.

"Wow, didn't know I had fans, being a criminal and all..." I whispered, then giggled, turning my head to the side as I leaned closer to his ear, "Let's go to an alley, my co-workers here."

I stuffed my seat back at the table, alarming Blaze with my head to follow me. Looking at Shelly before opening the door, I waved with a side smirk as she returned the favor.

Ding, Ding.

Opening the door, we went out. The Blaze himself was swinging around his arms. I was scratching my chin, not knowing what to do as he might start a fight.

...

We walked to a nearby alley with more light than the other allies around; it was close to a lamp but sadly near a trashcan. I put my weight on the red-brick wall full of cracks. Blaze tried to imitate my loose posture, making one of those 80s kid postures.

I shrewed the air with mist in 1 breath. What was I supposed to do?

I led him into an alley because there was not enough space for a fight, but what do I do now?