Listen, man... pass me the sugar, would you? My coffee's as bitter as the ending I just wrote. Thanks.
Yeah, yeah, Narrative Predator, it's just so shallow and... fast? Well, anyway...
Look, I know what I told you. I know how the last volume wrapped up. Nnael sitting there, looking all smug on his Sun-Throne with his hand on Kirana's thigh, acting like he'd won the multiverse. It looked like a victory, right? A nice, shiny Happily Ever After with a bow on top.
But honestly? Between you and me... the guy got too big for his boots. He actually told me, me, the guy holding the pen, that he could Loot real-life people. Can you believe the balls on this guy? He looked me in the eye through the screen and said he wasn't afraid of the real world. He thought he could loot legendary authors, living legends... he thought he was bigger than the story itself.
I'm serious. He became a nightmare to write. Too stubborn. Too focused on winning. He broke my original outline by Chapter 10 and just kept running like a man possessed. By the time he hit Chapter 30, he wasn't a character anymore; he was a glitch in my life. I'd try to write a wall, and he'd just... loot the bricks and build a ladder. It got lame, you know? No challenge. No struggle. Just a god getting bored.
I wrote myself into a corner with a guy who was too smart for his own good. So, I've been sitting here, staring at the dregs in this cup, and I figured it out. I'm going to kill him.
Wait, wait... don't look at me like that! Not kill… kill him. I'm just... resetting the board.
Imagine this: Nnael's at the absolute peak, right? He's feeling invincible. And then, out of nowhere, I send someone he can't charm, can't loot, and can't talk his way past. The real deal. The Angel of Death. Not some scripted, winged chick like Ariel, but the cold, heavy finality of the void. I want to see his face when the 'System' finally hits a blue screen that says Connection Terminated.
But because I'm a generous god, and because I've grown kind of fond of the bastard, I'm giving him a Second Act. An Isekai move, but with a nasty twist.
I'm dropping him into Aeterna. It's a brand new world. Dystopian medieval shit. Mud, plate armor, and kingdoms that have never heard of a Narrative Predator. He wakes up with nothing. No throne, no army, no golden sword. Just his memories. He'll remember every touch, every battle, every secret he looted from the old world. He'll be a King trapped in the body of a nobody.
And the girls? I'm not a monster, man. I'm moving the whole harem over. Serra, Elena, Jara, Vivi, Lyra... even Kirana.
But here's the kicker... they don't know him.
In this world, they're scattered. Serra might be a village healer who's never seen a temple. Elena could be a mercenary who'd rather cut his throat than kiss him. Lyra might be a Duchess who thinks he's literal trash. They won't remember the rituals, the heat, or the way they screamed his name when the world was ending.
Can you imagine it? Nnael, standing in a crowded marketplace, seeing Serra walk past him. She brushes his shoulder and doesn't even blink. No recognition. No loyalty. Just a stranger in the crowd.
He'll have to win them all over again. From scratch. No cheat codes, no Looting Loyalty. Just raw, human charisma and the memories of what they used to be to him. He'll have to seduce the same women in five different ways while they look down on him from their new heights.
It's the ultimate long game. He knows exactly what makes them tick, exactly where they're soft, but he's the only one in the room who knows they already belong to him.
What do you think? It's a bit of a mess, and my head hurts thinking about the math, but it feels more Nnael than just letting him rot on a throne, doesn't it?
Anyway, that's the plan. I'm sending him back to the mud. Let's see if he can take it all... for a second time.
(Evil grin... hihihi...)
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