Surviving In My Novel

The Big Three of my story are probably these guys:

James House- the de facto protagonist and male lead of my last work. Kind and friendly, yet mysterious and powerful. He possesses the lowest visualisation quotient (VQ) of 2. Throughout the novel, he slowly reveals that not everything about him is as it seems. Martial prowess, heightened intelligence and multi-element casting would prove to be his hidden cards.

As the story progressed, he would catch the attention of everyone in the world, becoming world wide sensation. Without a doubt, he would also be incredibly popular with the ladies since he is a stud.

Sienna Fey- the female lead and the protagonist's destined partner. Found to possess one of the highest VQs of her entire generation, as well as possessing an incredibly powerful background. I deliberately made her a tsundere to add some light hearted themes into the romantic sub-plot. She is slightly shorter than the protagonist and is a black haired beauty. She seems to be the only person on par with the protagonist in power and intellect.

Mark Hale- the protagonist's main rival. A rich and influential youth of a powerful family. Alway ridiculing the protagonist for his apparent weakness, but harbour a deep hatred for the protagonist because of the latter's affinity with the female lead. He is arrogant, but has every right to be, possessing a VQ of 8.2. Is also a stud with a slim build, he has shoulder length crimson hair.

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Well for background, I started writing 'Visualisation Graduation' after I was found to have a rare terminal disease. Not even I know what it is called, but it still hit me incredibly hard.

As I laid in the hospital bed, I found a novel sharing service installed on my tablet, so I naturally checked it out. Obviously I didn't know why it was there at first, but after looking at the original novels on the service, I was completely hooked. I became so hooked that I decided to start my own novel; my masterpiece.

I spent roughly a week in planning, and then I started writing the first 20 chapters, which took me maybe another week? After that, I uploaded it.

The reaction I got was insane!

I was universally praised for my novel, receiving around 10K in views every chapter. I was ecstatic, I never wanted to be without that feeling. So naturally, I didn't stop.

Every single day I would force my aching brain to build on my world, characters and their personalities. Each day would be a new achievement. I never stopped typing, it was ecstasy.

And finally after 10 months of hard work, I reached the 443rd chapter. The OTP was pretty much set in stone, the rival was now defeated, and everyone was happy; or so I thought.

I looked back at my work, only to find that there was one thing left unfinished: The ending for the other harem candidates.

This would be the first and only time that I was genuinely unable to think something through. I had already visualised and written detailed arcs, I had written the award winning fight scenes, and I had enthralled my audience with my seamless visualisation. Throughout that entire process, I had never had a problem; only now I do.

But that problem wasn't the worst of my worries as it turned out that my life expectancy was only 7 more days. So I guess that was a heartbreak, I mean I will be dead! So what's the point of finishing my novel? It was a point of honour I guess?

Anyhow, I finished the novel on my last day of life. Chapter 444 was released in just a tap of the screen, culminating in the end of my novel. But for some reason, I still didn't get the ending right. My last hours were spent on reading the comments.

"The novel was so amazing, shame that the ending was iffy..."

"Damn, that ending was so eeehhhhh :/"

"If only the ending was as good as the rest of the story..."

"Stop guys, the ending wasn't the bad part. The whole romance subplot didn't make sense. The author obviously has never been in a real relationship. Other than that, I agree that the novel is crazy good. Shame it is completed."

Seeing these comments made me kinda sad, but that didn't really matter anymore. I have already put in so much time into writing, only for me to realise that I have run out of time.

I closed my eyes and slept.

[Welcome, Author.]

[Integrating Author into world]

[Complete]

I didn't open them, I just listened to the sound of myself drifting into the abyss known as death. This nonsense is probably just a figment of my dying mind.

[Welcome, Simon Grey]

Please stop talking! I am dying, I don't have the time to listen to a prank. This is so annoying, even when I am about to fucking die, this still happens. Am I a joke to you? Do I look like I am just sleeping? I AM FLATLINING!

Just let me be, I don't want to hear this shit. I'd rather visualise the abyss as I enter it, an impossible task, there is nothing to describe, yet everything to describe. Putting it into words would only take away from the experience.

For the first time ever, I just can't put it into words. Bye.

[Create Character: Simon Grey]

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stats:

Power- 2

Agility- 3

Vitality- 2.5

Intellect- 4

Visualisation- 9.9 (Max)

Charisma- 2

Remaining points- 12

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Create ability:

Name-

Description-

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Choose Main weapon-

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