'So am I dead?' I asked while looking around.
My surroundings stunned me. I was in a messy living room where dirty laundry, empty Doritos bags, empty fast-food packaging, and bottles of beverages covered the whole floor.
While I was sitting on the couch, I saw the document containing my story from start to end.
As I skimmed through it, the writing pissed me off. It's the same old boring script where I reincarnate to be a primarch.
I would get an Eldar weapon along with it, some Aeldari god remnants' soul. This will help me learn combat techniques.
Then I would prevent the same old saviour bullshit, preventing my brothers from falling at the hands of chaos.
Finding an Old One to get the webway technology and give it to the Emperor.
Afterward, humanity ascended, and we live happily ever after.
Then there is another script that, after I read and summarize, I would do nothing but secretly increase my sequence like any third-rate Chinese MC.
By the time Horus Heresy happens, the Chaos God will be courting death.
At the end of that script, I didn't betray the Emperor, but another one of my loyalist brothers did in my place.
The ending hardly changed from the original lore, except that instead of 5 Chaos Gods, there were 6 Chaos Gods, including me and the Emperor.
While I was blankly watching the laptop screen, I heard a voice that jolted me out of my trance.
"So you have read the script, huh?" He asked with a smile.
When I turned toward to see the owner of the voice, I saw him, the bastard who orchestrated my whole life.
"You are that son of a bit*h who made my whole life miserable. I want to tear you apart." I said while lunging at him.
"You sure are lively!" He said with a serene expression.
To describe him in common sense, you could describe him as unremarkable.
Standing there with short black straight hair, with olive skin like The Emperor, while wearing a black shirt with grey sweatpants.
He was standing there, one hand behind his back, and with a flick of his hand, I froze instantly with the same ugly expression on my face.
He sat unhurriedly on the couch while watching me and said, "You could say that your entire existence exists due to my sudden whim. By the way, you can call me The Author.
Well, it's an honor to meet you."
I used the power of my whole being to move toward him to teach this arrogant being a lesson, but I only moved a little bit.
When he saw it, he was surprised, then he suddenly retrieved the monocle from his grey sweatpants pocket.
He put on the monocle one while rubbing his chin and said, "Interesting!"
You can imagine my horror at that point. I want to run away from here. I was willing to sign a deal with the devil to get away from Him.
I had this sudden illusion in front of me that there is a dark, large being so large I couldn't imagine, and he had a monocle on while I was held between his forefinger and thumb's claw.
Seeing this scene drowned me in a sea of despair.
But I had to do one thing, and I will be victorious at the end, which is to persevere.
I calmed down and wanted to nudge toward him, to signal him to remove the restriction. Before I could nudge, I heard the sound of a snap, and I was free.
He tapped beside him, indicating that I sit with him, suppressing my hatred for him. I sat beside Him.
"So what do you think of the script of your life?" He asked.
I answered honestly, "That's some bullshit that you wrote right there. Do you think I would follow your script like some certain winged idiot and walk to death? No, I will not.
If your script said that I will go east, then I will go north. I will not even go in the opposite direction of your script, but I will do so randomly.
Your script wants me to befriend someone, but I will make him my enemy. The enmity would be so great that it would be generational enmity.
Other people inherit properties from their ancestors; my descendants will receive enmity and my sheer, petty Will to annoy you and my enemies.
If your script said to respect my grandma, then I will f*ck her dry without foreplay, lube, or spit. Then I will creampie her, film the whole process, and make onlygrams and upload it even at the risk of Slaneesh inducting me.
Anyway, who cares about that old bit*h? She just stood there like Remus Lupin to Severus Snape with an expression of pity, like a man would do something to help when I was beaten and sent to an orphanage."
He was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed like there was no tomorrow.
"Sure! Whatever you say, lil bro." He said while wiping his tears from his eyes.
That made me more mad but then he said with smile, "But child fate is such a fickle thing, if you do nothing, it will take the same course, and it will happen.
On the other hand, if you try to prevent it. The same steps to prevent it from happening will become the cause of fate to be fulfilled.
But I look forward to seeing how you will change your fate.
I think it's time for you to go back. See ya."
Suddenly I felt like I was being suck through space like a straw was attached to my waist.
I opened my eyes to see myself being pummelled by daemons.
(POV: 3rd Person)
Meanwhile, the spear and grimmore were summoned to the City of Calamity.
The red mist of the City of Calamity gathered around both items, and these items started to mutate.
After complete mutation, the spear turned into a rusty spear with subtle patterns indicating that this spear can be used for melee as well as warp sorcery.
Meanwhile, the grimmore, which was blue, turned into black with the same pattern as the door of the city of calamity during sacrifice.
While the fire emitting from the open book is like a gift from the devil.
If Emperor saw it, he will have the same reaction as cops when they see a person from african persuasion.
Back to the scene
Magnus was sent this sudden information to summon the two items to help my predicament.
When I summoned and browsed through these two items function, I got the brightest smile.
It will not help me escape, but it will ensure that I have potion ingredients for several sequences.
.
.
.
Send some Powerstone, will ya?