[ FICWRITER+ – Beta Version ]
Welcome, Beta Tester!
You are currently inhabiting a world structured around your authored work. As part of this test program, you now have access to the following:
🖋️ [Draft Engine]
Reality is a rough draft. You get to edit it.
Use the Draft Engine to craft Scenarios—mini narrative events such as:
"Rainy Day Confession."
"Walk-In While Changing."
"Shared Umbrella Scene."
Submitting a draft forcibly aligns the universe to fulfill it. Characters will act, think, and feel in accordance with the Scene Draft, regardless of their original disposition. This effect is irreversible once initiated.
Note: A "Scene Draft" must follow genre expectations. That means: drama, fluff, misunderstandings, or "almost kisses."
IMPORTANT: Failure to complete a scenario as written will trigger a Penalty Rewrite.
Example penalties include:
"Public Confession" → rewritten into → "Classwide Humiliation"
"Beach Episode" → rewritten into → "Shark Incident"
"Hot Spring Scene" → rewritten into → "Grandma Joins You"
Some scenes require specific Preconditions (e.g., "Character A must already have a crush on you," "It must be raining," or "You must be shirtless").
📘 [Chapter Log]
Every day of your life is now uploaded as a fanfic chapter to a real-world site. (Yes, with real readers. And real comments.)
Starting tomorrow, each chapter will receive:
Viewer comments (expect unsolicited advice)
Engagement metrics (Power Stones, Collections, Reviews, Ratings)
These stats feed into your Author Authority, giving you more control over the story world.
💞 [Flag Counter: Harem Protocols – ACTIVE]
Tracks your emotional entanglements in real time.
Each interaction with a potential heroine—blushes, hand-holding, confessions, tsundere outbursts—raises "Flag Points."
Each character has their own affection meter and Flag Type Affinities, including:
💘 Romantic Flag
🔥 Lust Flag
💢 Jealousy Flag
💧 Tragedy Flag
🌸 Dere Evolution Flag (Tsundere > Deredere progression)
Flag Level Progression: Uninitiated (Level. 0), Intrigue (Level. 1), Interest (Level. 2), Familiarity (Level. 3), Fondness (Level. 4), Vulnerability (Level. 5), Intimacy (Level. 6), Emotional Lock (Level. 7), Dependence (Level. 8), Route Exclusive (Level. 9), True End Flag (Level. 10)
More flags = stronger emotional bonds
Stronger bonds = more power (related to the heroines)
More power = more narrative instability (and possibly more girls)
More instability = more chaos
Warning: Flag saturation may result in Love Pentagon, Yandere Awakening, or Harem Collapse Cascade.
💀 [ Genre Lock: ACTIVE ]
Genre: Romantic Comedy / Slice of Life / Harem
Attempts to break the narrative (e.g., "I'm not the protagonist," "I want to get hit by Truck-kun and get isekai-ed" or "Let's just talk it out like adults") will be filtered out as genre-inappropriate behavior.
Current Escape Routes: 0 available.
Narrative Priority: Romance over realism.
🏆 [ Author Authority – 7th Rank]
"You wrote the world. Now earn the right to rewrite it."
Author Authority determines how much influence you have over the story world.
At your current rank, you're allowed to access all available functions on this menu—but with relatively limited impact.
Raising your rank unlocks direct narrative manipulation, including: Deactivating Genre Lock, multiversal travel, reviving characters, adding or unlocking routes, introducing new characters, gaining abilities from all kind of fiction worlds, importing elements from other universes, modifying world stats (crime rate, population, weather, genre density, etc.), summoning 'Alternate Versions' of existing characters, etc.
📔 [ Narrative Protection – ACTIVE ]
You are the Protagonist. This role is immutable.
No one can write you out.
No one can replace you.
Even death will be treated as a temporary obstacle.
You are safe… narratively.
However:
Suffering is mandatory.
Dignity is optional.
Fan Service is inevitable
[ END OF PROFILE ]
Kazuto stared at the interface, momentarily stunned into complete silence.
Several thoughts rose to the surface—none of which were appropriate for polite society.
"Kazuto-kun?" Ai's voice cut through again, closer this time, and colored with genuine concern. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," he replied quickly, exhaling through his nose in an attempt to reset his internal bearings. "Just... recalibrating."
Again.
"Okay…"
She let it go, although her expression had shifted into something markedly less convinced.
Internally, Kazuto was trying to process the implications of what he'd just seen.
So. He'd been dropped into the framework of his own fanfic. With scenario scripting. Viewer analytics. Gamified emotional progression. And a whole literary sandbox built to reflect genre rules and trope logic.
Bonus: the system was pulling commentary from readers in his original world. It had locked away any chance of escaping the genre behind a checklist of narrative completions and "trauma accumulation."
He wasn't just in the story.
He was the story.
And apparently, the only way forward was to play the game—to resolve arcs, escalate drama, and survive whatever penalty rewrites the system had in store.
The irony didn't escape him.
When Kazuto had first published the story on Webnovel, he hadn't included a System at all. That, in hindsight, had been a bold—if not commercially inadvisable—move.
In his experience, the "System" tag had become something of a hard requirement on that platform for this genre. Much like its faithful companions: 18+, SMUT, NSFW, or—if we're being honest—unfiltered porn under the thinnest veil of plot.
Unless one was an already established name, avoiding the System meta-trope in a non-fantasy setting was effectively writing on hard mode.
Originally, Kazuto had only intended the story as a throwaway side project. Something casual for Wattpad—where the readers seemed more tolerant of narratives that didn't involve stat screens.
But somehow, despite its modest ambitions, the story had gained far more traction on Webnovel than he'd anticipated. So, logically, he'd kept uploading it there instead for money.
Still, now wasn't the time to dissect market dynamics or platform demographics.
With a blink, he dismissed the interface. Then he pushed himself to his feet and adjusted his uniform.
"—Let's go to the entrance ceremony, Ai."
"Eh? Uh, okay," She stood as well, albeit a bit clumsily, glancing at him with hesitation. "Are you—"
"I'm fine," Kazuto replied, flashing a grin that was 60% charm, 40% deflection. "I'm not hiding anything terrific from you, Ai. There's absolutely nothing to worry about."
Her brow creased, skeptical. "Swear it."
"On the sanctity of my internet search history."
She let out a small huff but said nothing more. Instead, she stepped up beside him and, with deliberate casualness, hooked her arm through his.
Kazuto blinked. Ai was pouting.
"Don't complain," she said. "I'm preventing you from collapsing on the way."
He raised an eyebrow, then gave a quiet laugh. "Thanks for your generous intervention."
"Let's go."
"Alright."
He could plot later.
For now, he had a protagonist to impersonate.
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Ai walked beside him with a natural ease, her steps light and occasionally breaking into a half-skip that disrupted the otherwise methodical rhythm of the students passing around them. It wasn't performative. It never was.
It was just one of those subtle authentic quirks that made her impossible not to notice.
The price of that kind of attention was immediate and predictable: they had become the focal point of every sentient being within a twenty-meter radius.
And yes, they were staring. Boys, girls, faculty members—possibly even the janitor, who paused mid-mop just to gawk. Kazuto caught the whisper of, "Is that the f*cking Ai Hoshino?" followed by a louder, "Wait, why is she with that guy?"
'Well, maybe she's visually impaired. What's your excuse for looking like that?'
"Everyone's looking at us," Ai whispered, leaning in slightly, her tone amused.
"I know," he muttered, scoffing. "Let them."
"Hm~," she hummed, her voice dipping into a teasing lilt, "should we hold hands properly? Or would that cause a diplomatic incident?"
Kazuto didn't so much as glance at her. His expression remained flatly casual. "Depends. Do you want me lynched before the entrance ceremony or after?"
"Hm… before, probably. That way I can cry and collect sympathy points."
"I'll allow it."
She giggled softly—more of a restrained breath than a laugh—and adjusted her grip, her fingers now wrapping more deliberately around his left hand.
"You're not going to stop me?" she asked, half-testing.
"I've accepted my fate," he replied. "There's nothing they can do to me anyway."
If push came to shove, he could throw hands. And by tomorrow, the private bodyguard deployment. And, if things escalated further—well, he still had the Protagonist Perk granted by the System.
Honestly, the attention didn't bother him. Not in the way it probably should have. What surprised him more was the apparent shock among the students. He'd assumed the couple's shared history was common knowledge by now. But apparently, that memo had never reached the masses.
Then again, unless someone was terminally invested in idol subculture, they wouldn't have clocked the agency's careful maneuvering.
Ai's management had staged the reveal subtly, mentioning Kazuto's name in a few scripted interviews and background blurbs. A pre-emptive strategy. Easier to frame him as a long-standing "childhood friend" than to let gossip forums spiral out of control with theories involving mysterious men and blurred paparazzi shots.
And as luck—or fate—would have it, that "friend" was him.
Kazuto hadn't spoken a single word since entering the building.
First day of high school. First hour of formal attendance.
And he'd already triggered a minor social collapse.
As they turned a corner and passed the second-floor balcony, his eyes caught on two girls who looked like they'd wandered in from an entirely different manga: one with stark white hair, the other golden blonde. 'Alya and Masha from Roshidere?' His brow twitched—reflexively, before he tore his gaze away. 'Right. I inserted them for the clout. That… and Makeine.'
Ai didn't say a word. Mercifully.
She was the territorial type, after all.
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A/N: Rate it from 1 to 10, with the reasoning as well, if possible. That'll help me covering what's lacking from the story.
7+ Advanced Chapters: https://www.patreon.com/c/YvisEV
Words Count: 1,012 (1,607 with the System Interface)