Abused for labour- Part 2

Once they arrived in the water capital, it meant to look for a job and start earning the precious and coy money that always seemed to jump out of Frozen Milk's hands once he got a grip of it. He had to clench his teeth to preserve every day not to crawl on the floor and become a literal mop to clean his own tears from working.

And so, a month passed with Frozen Milk being abused for labour again. The only difference this time was that he was getting paid for it instead of having to pay to do the work.

During the day, Frozen Milk worked and during the night he trained with Prota.

Frozen Milk and Prota worked at different places, just how high and low couldn't be compared, his protagonist naturally made more money. When both of them finally had free time, they decided to go buy some weapons.

The water capital was truly a water city. Water surrounded everything, was part of everything- the cracks in the streets were full of water, tiny and large waterfalls would now and then magically pop up. Thanks to the element, the capital was truly beautiful as if it was built on clouds and protected by water.

After the, more or less, successful shopping where Prota had to stop Frozen Milk from being scammed over and over again, they finally sat down and ate in a restaurant.

Prota happily devoured all of the food and strangely it brought joy to Frozen Milk seeing his protagonist growing up in front of him. He really felt like a proud father. Frozen Milk almost shed a tear, to think a day would come where he could feel like this.

"AHHH" suddenly a scream appeared. One of the waitresses dropped the food and glared at a customer.

Frozen Milk gulped, she was a beauty. She might not be a true beauty like those Prota would soon bed but she was pretty.

Prota immediately jumped up and helped the damsel in distress. The waitress blushed and leaned into his arms. Frozen Milk was amazed, a true womanizer. Not even in real life would he be able to see a sight like this. The women in his book were all so bold.

"What happened?"

"This... this customer grabbed me from behind and touched me in places that made me feel uncomfortable," the pretty waitress teared up and snuggled herself even more into his Prota's arm.

"Apologise right now!" Prota glared at the laid-back customer who just smirked.

"I can't recall ever doing that. Rather than that, she basically threw herself at me," he shrugged his shoulders.

Such a scum, even Frozen Milk was disgusted by a lowlife like him.

"It's not true!" the waitress was aggrieved.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you."

Like a true protagonist, Frozen Milk approved.

"I want you to apologise to this lady or-"

"Or what?" the harasser stood up and approached Prota with confidence that even Frozen Milk couldn't match.

"Hey, Glimpse Water stop it. Let's leave it. You're causing troubles haha," his friends at his table stopped him.

Wait, Frozen Milk almost hit his head. G-Glimpse Water? Wasn't that the name of his author protagonist who transmigrated?

Damn! Frozen Milk took a closer look at Glimpse Water and almost fainted from shock. This Glimpse Water since when was his author this handsome? Of course, it couldn't match his protagonist or villain, but he was way above average.

WTF? He clearly remembered he wrote him as an average trash guy so how did this dipshit get so good-looking? What magic did he use? Was it because he was an author? Did he find a way to change the story?

Wait, Frozen Milk was baffled. This was supposed to be only the beginning of the book yet why was his author's personality already so twisted? He wasn't that low who'd pick fights and sexually harass people? He never even wrote him as the type who had a perverted interest in women!

Wasn't the story way out of control now?

Frozen Milk cursed his fate again! He wanted to avoid Glimpse Water and he especially wanted to avoid the destined meeting between him and his protagonist. Yet why were things going the way he didn't want them to go?

Frozen Milk didn't want to act but he had to interfere. He dragged Prota away from the scene yet Glimpse Water's dreadful voice stopped him,

"What the hell are you doing? You guys think you can just leave like that after accusing me?"

Frozen Milk wanted to punch him but then realised Glimpse Water didn't notice yet he was facing the protagonist of the story.

"You're right," Prota freed himself, "you should apologise and be punished for your crimes."

No, stop! Frozen Milk couldn't let the situation drag on! Glimpse Water could realise he was the protagonist any minute!

"System! How do we get out of this situation?"

"System?"

"Host, problem encountered, calculating right now."

"What are you calculating?"

"There's another system present, calculating how to fight and destroy the other system, host."

"What the fuck are you doing this for? Of course, there's another system. Glimpse Water's the transmigrated author with an equally crooked system like you! What are you trying to establish dominance here for? Competing to see who's more useless and rotten? We need to get out of here and not bloody start a fucking cyberwar! What the fuck are you trying to battle the other system for? Co-exist! Go and co-exist with the other mind-fuck!"

Frozen Milk internally almost exploded, if his system detected the presence of Glimpse Water's system then that Glimpse Water could've already found out about him too. Frozen Milk had to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"Young maiden put your lecherous hands of this prota- man here and touch your manager instead!" Frozen Milk peeled the waitress off Prota and instead glued her to the other staff,

"And you!" Frozen Milk pointed at Glimpse Water,

"Get yourself a fucking life! Don't you regret it? Can't you hear it? All those hate comments abusing you every fucking night? The nightmares crawling out of the depths of my eyes from reading them so much, ok? So, stop being a pretentious piece of shit and fulfil your duty to help me fucking put them to nirvana for my sake, ok? You at least owe this much to your old man, to your holy creator. You should better bow before me and hope I won't spank your rebellious ass because you keep acting OOC!

Damn, go and live a morally right life and give up on your dream to become the hero of a story you weren't meant to be and rid yourself of your unholy desires! You see me? I'm the scum amongst scum yet I still have that tiny shred of what you call decency! Maybe you should try it too! It helps, ok? It shields you against plot armour and hateful, sadistic fans and would properly melt your arrogant heart into a mould for the wise and benevolent words of your creator!"

Frozen Milk's bullshit just splattered out, no wonder he was able to spam his word count into the 10000s every single day! He had so much bottled up inside! Where to release it if not in his books? His bathroom walls, his bedsheets, the underside of his table all had enough of the sticky white load!

So, the only place where it wouldn't take physical force to remove it was in his stories!

Frozen Milk huffed and was ready to impregnate everyone more with his unnecessary load when Prota covered Frozen Milk's mouth.

No, Frozen Milk almost despaired. Prota who always admired him must've been disappointed by him right?

"Frozen Milk... you are truly... AMAZING!" Prota's eyes beamed, "you're so strong you made them faint with just the force of your voice and words!"

Frozen Milk followed the direction Prota pointed to and saw the pathetic lump of flesh Glimpse Water was, lying on the ground.

Damn, be disappointed! And what the hell is this? Are you really my bloody author?

Just like that, another day in his transmigration went by and another disappointment for Frozen Milk. He just wished he had the ability to bury himself or disintegrate into million particles to become one with the oxygen.