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Plot Armor Agency

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

HandsomeKimDokja · 奇幻
分數不夠
78 Chs

Just a story...

Damian and Kyle sat there like two obedient puppies, their eyes wide and eager, waiting for General Sadistic to toss them a bone. They were perched on their chairs, leaning forward, their hands resting on their knees as if they'd bolt the moment the "master" gave his command. It was a pitiful sight—two grown men reduced to this level of submissive desperation, all for the promise of coins.

The General glared at them with an expression that could only be described as pure disgust. His face scrunched up, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering how the hell he ended up babysitting two adults whose dignity had apparently evaporated at the mere sight of money.

"Why," he muttered to himself, shaking his head, "why did I have to stick my nose in other people's business? I knew this was a bad idea the moment I stepped into it. Now look what I've got... two coin-hungry idiots groveling at my feet."