I was just an ordinary writer. I had written a few short novels — nothing too popular. So I let them go, left that behind, and focused on studying. Eventually, I got a job to live a normal life.
That day was like any other. I went to the office, came back home, had dinner, talked with a friend, played games on my PC — then finally went to sleep at night.
But suddenly… I woke up.
I realized — this wasn't my room.
I had somehow ended up in a different place. The room was so dark and deep, I couldn't even see its end. I was sitting on a wooden chair. Behind me was a wall.
I was scared.
Shocked.
I kept asking myself — how did I get here? Who brought me here?
I panicked. I screamed —
"Who brought me here!?"
That's when a voice echoed from behind the wall:
> "I brought you here, mortal. By the order of the Almighty — the one who created the stars, the planets, the multiverse. The one who knows past, present, and future."
He continued:
> "There are many like me, beings created to monitor the multiverse. I am the leader of them. I keep the list of all existing universes.
But something strange happened. Because of you... because of the stories you wrote… many new universes were born — universes that weren't even in the original list."
> "Every time I tried to list those new universes, the Almighty stopped me. He said — 'This is my creation. These worlds came from his imagination. He will now take responsibility.'"
> "That is why… you are here."
I was stunned.
Confused.
Scared.
My brain froze. I had no clue what was happening.
But after a moment, I pulled myself together. I tried to understand everything. After a while, it all started making sense.
So I said —
"Then... I have some conditions."
But the voice replied —
> "Every condition you can think of has already been fulfilled."
I was shocked again.
But then I realized — this world, this place, has far more surprises than I could ever imagine.
Suddenly, the place around me began to shift.
I was transported to a beautiful new location — peaceful, full of trees, a massive arena, and a giant hall.
Then again, I was shifted.
This time — into an enormous office.
At the very end of the office, there was a huge throne. Behind it, a giant mural hung on the wall —
A dragon, a sword, a gun, a devil, a battlefield — all from my stories.
In front of the throne was a desk. On it was my name, a feather pen, a bunch of story notebooks — everything arranged perfectly.
Beside my desk was another one — labeled "Alex."
That was my personal assistant.
There were more desks — smaller ones — meant for all my main characters. The ones I created.
Then, the voice transferred all the data and details of the universes I was now responsible for — directly into my brain.
And gave me special powers, so I could keep my main characters in check.
As the information hit me — it felt like an extreme shock.
So painful, I threw up.
But the vomit instantly vanished — which made me laugh like crazy.
Then… the voice left.
At that moment, Alex appeared.
She was a special spirit — made just for me.
She knew my life, my personality, my universes — everything.
I told her,
"Alex… bring them here. Teleport them."
Within seconds, all my characters appeared before me — confused and panicked. They didn't know where they were or why they had been pulled from their own universes.
I told them to sit.
They refused.
So Alex forcefully made them sit.
Then one of them — the Sage — stood up and asked:
> "Who are you?"
I walked toward the throne. Sat down.
And with a calm but powerful voice, I said —
> "I am the writer of your stories..."
(TO BE CONTINUED Coming back December)